Aches and Memories || Lacey & Chester
He was sated. He'd dealt with his urges and chased prey through the forest, they’d scattered before him, as they should for one of his standing. He was wondering now, he couldn’t find Hatter, or Alice. He hadn’t seen them in so long, why were they avoiding him? Had the Queen of Hearts taken them? Or were they playing a game? Games could be fun. He’d reached the edge of the forest, he rarely left it unless he had too.
While all these thoughts were passing though his mind Chester’s body was moving on autopilot, his clothes torn about the edges, the odd scratch on his face, and an enormous grin on his face. It was an unnerving smile the way a predator would look upon it’s next meal when it knew it was cornered. His gait was leisurely and smooth, despite his posture, hunched forward, back bent slightly and head sticking forward. He saw a person standing close by and froze, one foot half raised. He changed his course and slowly, quietly climbed his way up one of the nearest trees to see the person, the woman, better. He moved closer and closer, until he was staring down at her from his position in the tree.
“You’re not Alice.” he said, voice deeper, rougher, “Has the Queen taken her?”