Different Dimensions

I felt a huge pain located at my lower back and thighs, not remembering how the fuck did I even get the pain. I groaned as I saw a sleeping soundly Frank Iero beside me, peacefully, his eyes closed and his hand placed on my outer thigh.

I looked at him, feeling his hand placed on my outer thigh, him sleeping peacefully, innocent face shapes, God, he has the perfect structures. He's such a sweetheart. He's so beautiful. I remember his moans echoing through the enchanted sound proof walls, him screaming my name and pleading more of my dick, it was music and it was the best sound I will ever hear. He's such a dear. He's perfect.

We had the whole night ourselves. Though I didn't have pepperoni pizza or a salad or listened to David Bowie or got out of Wonderland, at least I've fucked a dude. That's supposed to be the greatest break from this war fighting shit I've been doing since I arrived Wonderland. And it's an achievement. Plus, I had a good night's sleep. It was more than good. It was the best.

"Gerard, get the fuck out there and wake Frank Iero because we have a fucking dilemma!" I heard Mikey bang the door and scream from outside. I immediately sat up as Frank wakes up gently, blinks and looks at me. I find my shorts and shirt and wore them both as I fix my shoulder length hair slightly.

"Gerard dear, what is wrong?" He asked, wearing his clothes as well.

"I don't know but it seems bad." I said, opening the door and going out. "What is it, Mikey? What's the "dilemma" in this sudden morning?"

The stiff pain in my lower back and thighs arouse, so I sit as Ray served me hot sunflowers. I mumbled a little thanks as he nods and gets out of the scene; Hatter slides a picture to me on the table for me to examine. I get the picture.

Shit.

It shows a picture of the Flowerdoor broken, shattered in to pieces. "Come. I'll show you the actual scene." Hatter said, guiding me to the Flowerdoor.

Double shit. It's worse in real life. It looked extremely not repairable, shattered in total pieces like glass shards, or worse, dust.

"The Flowerdoor is the only protection we have against the Palace. It's enchanted by them, so that means, this place is hidden until so Flowerdoor is destroyed. But I had an analysis back then and it showed me that Flowerdoor has it's own defense system, that.. isn't easily disarmed. So it couldn't be wrecked easily. It's immune to explosions, gunshots, and mostly unforgivable magic, destructive magic and dangerous magic acts; but I haven't found any weaknesses of it. So I couldn't know how was it destroyed." Hatter explained. And that made me up a theory.

"But not immune to all types of magic, right?" I asked.

"Yes. But it couldn't be destroyed without the use of the three forbidden magic--" I cut off Hatter.

"Yes it can! Flowerdoor is a living object; meaning it can be mind controlled. Mind control is part of the three forbidden magic. Or, if it isn't mind control, it's possible for them to use... dark arts." I said. Hatter tilts his head in curiosity.

"What specific dark arts?" Hatter asked.

"Darking." I said. "The one where you just explode darkness all over and, everything you talk to falls under your spell-- shattering, mind control or weakening. It is either someone who knows how to do Darking, have weakened Flowerdoor, then mind controlled it to disarm his defense system and shattered it. When you do Darking, mind control isn't part of the three."

"Oh my God." Hatter covers his mouth as he looks utterly scared, ready to cry. "I know a person who can do dark arts.. you're not going to like it."

"Who?" I asked, comforting Hatter.

"Alice." He replied.

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Frank came out to see Flowerdoor's damage. He was so heartbrokened and panicking when he realized we aren't hidden anymore in Wonderland's map. And he thinks that he's hallucinating since the enchantment is strong. And I have to explain dark arts to him.. and he wouldn't still believe.

Meanwhile, there's Mirana Marmoreal sleeping still. And cursed.

"Alright, we're going to need to relocate. And sadly, you need to shatter your house, Frank. Even though creating a new Flowerdoor would be easy enough, we don't have much time because surely they have located us." Narcissa said, clapping her hands as she fits her tight jeans that shaped her perfectly round ass. Cute.

"Okay then." I smiled. "Mirana, you go in to the portal, alright?"

"Yes." She smiled sweetly.

Pretty much Mirana's been good to us, feels like she isn't a captive anymore. Well, she's part of the gang now I guess, but she's the informative. And Narcissa's the planner alongside with Hatter, and Mikey and I are just the do-ers.

I open a portal, Mirana jumping inside, I follow as Frank and Ray finish shattering their house, jumping in, and all of us is now at the portal. We get transported in Meadow of Living Flowers.

Yet there's no flowers.

We walked and walked, until I think I've heard a scream distant. I don't know who's is it-- maybe a trap or maybe not, maybe it's just another guard capturing by here-- but either way none of us came to check it out but hid instead. Safety first. Always.

"Mommy!" It screamed. Rather, is it an.. "it"? "Mommy?"

"It's a child." Mikey whispered.

"Oh, as if it is not obvious, Way." Narcissa rolled her eyes, trying to leave Mikey speechless.

"Which one?" Mikey wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shush! Come on you two, if you both want to live you better cooperate." Hatter said, leaving both of them quiet. But glaring. "Better."

"I'm checking it out." I said, stepping out from the boulder. "Might be a child in need."

"Might be lead to your death." Narcissa replied.

Meh. I didn't care. I still walk near from the sound source-- and the thing screams again. I went nearer from where it comes from, hides in somewhere and casting magic to look at her indirectly. And just what I thought. A child-- cliche-ly crying.

I step out and goes near the child-- the girl. She looks up at me and wipes her tears away and sniffs. I snap my fingers and a magical levitating tissue. She hiss at the magic and cries again. What the fuck's her deal? I try to comfort her, she cries. I do nothing, she cries more. How the--

"Alright kid, deals up, what is with you? What's your name, age and other public information?" I asked.

"My name is Lily London Daffodil and I'm 7. Both parents missing in my ransacked village not too far away." She replied. "That's it."

"What you want me to call 'ya, Daffodil?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"Daffodil is my surname. I want you to call me Lily London." She smiled at me. "Where did you come from? How did you survive the--"

"We don't live here. We came from Marmoreal and-- uh, we kind of.. opened a portal from there to here and went here and saw you. That's.. it." I said. "Well, wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure. But would you help me find my mom and dad in the village right there? They might be waiting for me." She pouts, then looks at me. "If they still are there.. even by the littlest chance, I would be with them."

"I understand, but-- you need to meet my friends." I smiled. Sometimes, while walking, I adopt a stray cat, but here, you're straightly adopting a child.

Notes

hello my little loaves of bread! i just realized we've hit 1k reads and someone had rated my story to 8 (and that's good enough for me) and it's such a huge achievement! i created this by last month and i'm so surprised that it actually got that many reads despite my self doubt issues. but anyways, thank you very much, and for that i have added another own character-- which will depict a very important character in the next few chapters.

xoxo and love lots, ashley