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Title: Wndrlnd

Author: Chibi Hentai-chan

Description: Quatre wakes to find himself in a curious land, only to find out that everything is not what it seems. M/M,Cont,Tort,WIP

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Gundam Wing, and if I did I would use the characters to another ends rather than this. Nor do I own American McGee\'s Alice.

This is an odd fusion, taking the idea from the game and then playing with it. And what that means in common terms: I didn\'t like the ending so I rewrote it. It\'s still horror. It\'s still has the goth/steam punk elements to it.

I will also never tell you who the characters are, in a Wonderland sense, until the end. There will be no hints, so it\'s up to you, the reader, to figure everything out!

And now for the story!

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Prologue

In war: Truth first. There\'s always time for lies later.

The day was waning and shadows were melting across the linoleum floor. Twilight cast an eerie glow over the occupants, both seated in their therapeutically cushioned wheelchairs. Padded straps lashed them upright as their listless stares watched the window.

The room tasted like cough syrup and smelled of ammonium and his slippers whispered on the floor. Their skin had a hypothermic pallor, as he slipped up beside the pair. \"So you\'re the famous duo, huh? Don\'t see reasons to keep you asleep, but I never got learned in psychology. Got a lot practiced on my though,\" he stated sliding around the stagnant figure. \"Crazies understand crazies, though, I always say, and there\'s nothing that can change my mind \'bout that.\" With little resistance, he opened the pliable man\'s mouth. Slacken-jawed the blond stared blankly ahead while the shadow rifled a baggie out of his tattered bathrobe and pulled apart the zip lock. \"But then,\" he added placed a little black, leathery piece of something palpable inside the first man\'s mouth, \"the doc\'s don\'t know what I know \'bout this. There\'s nothing wrong with the lot of you. I can tell. There\'s some other reason they\'re keep\'n ya\'ll locked in this place. But if I told anyone \'bout this they\'d just say it was another of my damn conspiracy theories. Too my reefer can make one paranoid, but it ain\'t paranoid if it\'s all true, is it? One hundred percent true. I can\' tell ya\'ll don\'t belong here just looking at your Chink friend. He\'s got nothing at all wrong with him and they keep him locked away with the rest. Isn\'t right. Neither is that pretty blonde he\'s always with, but then again it\'s the young, pretty things that always get to me. \'Course you might be considered handsome if it wasn\'t for that vacant look in your eyes...if you\'re into that. Not me, though my roomie thinks the world of you. Think you might just be his thing.\" He closed the blonde\'s mouth with a wink and massaged the vegetable\'s jaw in something close to chewing. \"Swallow good. Take your medicine like a good boy.\"

Quietly, the shadow shifted across the window to the other figure. \"Hey there blue eyes,\" he stated opening the other man\'s mouth, \"time for your communion wafer too.\" He started the chewing process looking straight into the forcibly dilated pupils. \"Wake up soon, \'cause it\'s therapy time, and you don\'t want to be late. Two floors down, jus\' follow the screaming.\"

Careful as a caterpillar his hands worked over the tubes running from the fluid bags on the back of the wheelchairs. A few long strong tugs he had the lines disconnected from each other, spilling the clear liquid on the floor, making gelatinous puddles.

He moved to the door of the small room and flipped on the light. \"That should buy you both a little time before the nurses come. Hope you can squeeze out of things before then.\" He slipped out the door, a tattered, teal bathrobe flapping behind him like a king\'s cape.