A chess board. Helena wasn't certain if this was a bad memory or a new hell. A chess board. Although it wasn't quite the same, there was no trap along with it, it still meant something - or reminded Helena of something. Hong Kong. Myka. Tyler. Her most recent fear mixed with something more - guilt, and regret. Helena may have been able to save Myka's life, prevent her death at the hands of Walter Sykes (and twice) but she had been unable to save Tyler, or even Steve. Although their deaths had not been strictly at her hands she still felt the sadness at them, and wished that she could have done more.
She'd done something great in the end, protected the people that had mattered, but it did nothing to make up for her past mistakes. And after everything what did it mean? Helena was dead, the Warehouse was destroyed and with this chess board in front of her she realised that she couldn't even be certain as to whether her actions had succeeded.
"And now the rules change again." It sounds hollow - she sounds hollow. There weren't too many times when Helena felt uncertain, or let it be an obvious part of herself. She felt it now, and as Helena looked around outside, her eyes drifting over the enlarged chess board, she knew that it was a larger part of her current state of mind than any confidence she normally possessed. She was lost - dead, really. H.G. Wells, once presumed dead but rather an anomaly in time, had finally met her match. Except it came with as many questions as ever.
Her first, and perhaps the current most important one, was of this, and it came back to her first question - was it a bad memory or new hell? It could quite as easily have been both, that moment with Myka had been a little taste of hell itself, but now she was almost reliving it, and possibly permanently. Where else did a dead woman have to go?
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'We're all mad here', weren't they quite the famous words? [ Famous, and surprisingly true, and not just in terms of the tale. She'd struck madness before, and from that she knew how easily the potential for madness could be - anyone could have been, or be, Alice Lidell ]
I would dare to ask if anyone quite knew the dangers of Wonderland but no doubt in being here you've seen them already. [ And if you haven't well... she's not sorry for telling you - you'll see what's around eventually, no doubt soon if what she's heard about Wonderland is accurate (at least she has one reliable source) ]
The better question is- [ Better than asking if she knew the dangers ] -where do we all go from here? And where is the ever delightful Alice Liddell? [ Because isn't she always involved now? If she has to spend her hell here she's not going to let dear Alice enjoy herself with her ]
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A chess board. Helena wasn't certain if this was a bad memory or a new hell. A chess board. Although it wasn't quite the same, there was no trap along with it, it still meant something - or reminded Helena of something. Hong Kong. Myka. Tyler. Her most recent fear mixed with something more - guilt, and regret. Helena may have been able to save Myka's life, prevent her death at the hands of Walter Sykes (and twice) but she had been unable to save Tyler, or even Steve. Although their deaths had not been strictly at her hands she still felt the sadness at them, and wished that she could have done more.
She'd done something great in the end, protected the people that had mattered, but it did nothing to make up for her past mistakes. And after everything what did it mean? Helena was dead, the Warehouse was destroyed and with this chess board in front of her she realised that she couldn't even be certain as to whether her actions had succeeded.
"And now the rules change again." It sounds hollow - she sounds hollow. There weren't too many times when Helena felt uncertain, or let it be an obvious part of herself. She felt it now, and as Helena looked around outside, her eyes drifting over the enlarged chess board, she knew that it was a larger part of her current state of mind than any confidence she normally possessed. She was lost - dead, really. H.G. Wells, once presumed dead but rather an anomaly in time, had finally met her match. Except it came with as many questions as ever.
Her first, and perhaps the current most important one, was of this, and it came back to her first question - was it a bad memory or new hell? It could quite as easily have been both, that moment with Myka had been a little taste of hell itself, but now she was almost reliving it, and possibly permanently. Where else did a dead woman have to go?
First-Person Sample:
video.
'We're all mad here', weren't they quite the famous words? [ Famous, and surprisingly true, and not just in terms of the tale. She'd struck madness before, and from that she knew how easily the potential for madness could be - anyone could have been, or be, Alice Lidell ]
I would dare to ask if anyone quite knew the dangers of Wonderland but no doubt in being here you've seen them already. [ And if you haven't well... she's not sorry for telling you - you'll see what's around eventually, no doubt soon if what she's heard about Wonderland is accurate (at least she has one reliable source) ]
The better question is- [ Better than asking if she knew the dangers ] -where do we all go from here? And where is the ever delightful Alice Liddell? [ Because isn't she always involved now? If she has to spend her hell here she's not going to let dear Alice enjoy herself with her ]