(HER WARNINGS) “MAKE HER STAY PUT. KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT AND JUST LOOK AT THINGS FOR A WHILE. SEAL HER BEING INSIDE OF HIM AS I WILL LET HER LOOSE FOR A WHILE WHEN THAT TIME IS NEEDED. FOR ALL, I NEEDED HER TO OPEN THE BOOK OF DYLAN.” HIS complete hidden words and meaning that HE commanded unto her. The part of the plan that is just one of the few ingredients and things needed to pave the path to open and to bring everything into its proper destruction. Yet, one thing is bothering her as she asks if HIM and directly so. “The destruction? If that is all that it takes to end this book, then, why do you need to seal such an uninvited guess?” More than wondering as HE knew her existence all along and even anticipated for her presence to make known, yet HE didn’t quite expect that she will walk right through this world and book. This early and not so quietly in return. But all else, he always knew what to do and what will be the outcome of such, as everything is all a pa
(RINGING MEMORIES) “YOU WOULDN’T BREAK YOUR PROMISE, RIGHT?” He remembers, yet he somehow didn’t, but it goes along with the dark tone of someone’s lullaby that he dears and just like how he dear his older brother. Yet. “You will never know as anyone ever knew it all, JK.” His dream will tell him, yet he couldn’t exactly remember, WHO. “Wait.” As he will always call upon the figure of a girl that he couldn’t see the face. Someone he knew and surely holds more than the word precious and someone significant to him. But he couldn’t remember. “Who are you, again?” He would often ask in the middle of that dream. Yes, his dream is everything of what he is seeing as the once child that he is. Inside the palace that he knew, yet now remains as a tragic crumbling truth from his cursed past. He looks at her face that he couldn’t remember who nor could see her face, wondering for one thing. As he once more asks of her. “Just who are you?” Wi
(THAT WOMAN) “WHO ARE YOU?” Desperately wanted to know the answer, as he is running impatiently to the ticking puzzle that the time is somewhat taunting him in return. He gritted his teeth as he looks around sensing his surrounding to know where she might be. “You need to remember, JK.” Asks him for the thing that he is dying to know. By which his reoccurring dreams are more than just hunting him in between. He calms his nerves as he draws a sinister smile, trying to play along with the game that he is used to and more by now. “Remember?” he asks clicking his tongue. All but trying to provoke the presence that’s been wondering, hunting, and teasing him in return. “What should I need to remember?” Rebuking as he throws the same question back. She giggles as he hears her. Adding the trouble, let's just say his impatient mind. “Everything, about me.” Playing and somewhat more than that. He wanted to express his impatient and anger by
(WHO) “CAN’T YOU STILL NOT REMEMBER ME, JK?” Asks him once more, yet he feels like it is more of a taunting and a teasing que that she wanted him to admit and eventually leads him into losing the game that he and she have been playing for quite a while now. “The game had only begun.” He draws a cunning smile as he indirectly answers her hidden question. Accepting the challenge as she draws her sinister smile from within. He dares with the words that he initially wanted to provoke her. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that
(THE OLD TOLD TALE) “ALICE. ALICE IN WONDERLAND.” More than just telling the title of the well-known children’s book. The book that crosses time in this very world and book. The tale that could jump back and forth towards this dimension that knows nothing about the reality that you are living with. Winona hopes for even a little. Just a bit to tick the mind and somehow the heart of JK to wonder more, even deeper, and finally understand what he needed to do and to remember. Drawing a smile that is quite a satisfying one. She reads his expression as he subconsciously whispers the name after the said she asks the question that pushes him to say the name, which goes like this. “Do you want to hear the tale of the Mad Hatter?” In definite stance, as he surely knew who she means by that particular title name. The name then echoes. "Kyle.” Drawing a small winning smile as she nails this particular character at hand. Yet she knew that she shouldn’t be all
(HIS ONCE DREAD) “ALICE gives up on the riddle and becomes angry with the Mad Hatter when she discovers that he doesn’t know the answer either. She tells him he should not waste time asking riddles that have no answers. The Mad Hatter calmly explains that Time is a “him,” not an “it.” He goes on to recount how Time has been upset ever since the Queen of Hearts said the Mad Hatter was “murdering time” while he performed a song badly. Since then, Time has stayed fixed at six o’clock, which means that they exist in perpetual tea-time. Bored with this line of conversation, the March Hare states that he would like to hear a story, so they wake up the Dormouse. The Dormouse tells a story about three sisters who live in a treacle well, eating and drawing treacle. Confused by the story, Alice interjects with so many questions that the Dormouse becomes insulted. Alice continues to ask questions until the Mad Hatter insults her and she storms off in disgust. As she walks, she looks back at
(TORMENT) “SAY, you would do everything for your older brother, right?” Stun and surprised as JK is somehow frozen to where he is standing upon seeing his past self. The child that he once was right in front of him. He slowly took a few steps forward as he reaches his hand shivering and in a cold sweat, trying to reach for the kid in front of him. In the past that Winona expectedly knew that he will act the way that he is acting right now. For that very past and memory is his greatest fear that was just buried and hidden deep within his greed and pride. For all else and from everyone, he knew that it was the time that his greatest dread and unknown fear started. The ticking time where his innocent and pure heart is swallowed by the darkness that he shouldn’t have. “Hitting the core and ringing the bell. Aren’t you just like the kid back then, JK?” Tormenting him as he couldn’t deny that the words that she just said are all the f
(THE GIRL HE CALLS) “YOU’RE JUST A GIRL, A PRINCESS, AND MY BROTHER’S DAUGHTER. I AS YOUR UNCLE WILL HAVE TO PROTECT YOU NO MATTER WHAT. SO, FROM NOW ON I WILL BE YOUR KNIGHT AND GUARDIAN,” Pounding with the unwanted memories that are seeping their way onto his head and inside his heart. His memories are somewhat jumbled back and forth. As she then once more asks. “Now, now, now. Do you know who am I?” Still screaming as the night of the ball flashes to his mind. Along with the time, he meets Alliah first. On the night of Lelouch's murder and death, that little girl was there, as she is telling him the warning for the future with the words. “Do not trust anyone that will come to you, but me. JK.” Shifting once more back and forth from those memories and scene that is breaking his core into pieces, and somehow something is being ticked inside and forcing its way out of him. The traumatic night of Lelouch's death plays, but this time it is in persp