The Second Alice

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this is the second alice.. I forgot to tell you; keep on reading till the end of the story cos yeah.. All alice are related.. (bapak ak pon x caye ak bley tulih crite dramatic) XDD



THE SECOND ALICE

<sup>Set in Italy 1694, few years after the destruction of a kingdom called Freya, Middle of France. The destruction was caused by a terrible firestorm caused by an unknown woman called Alice. Alice was no longer seen after the incidence. People had it said that she died along with the fire. Others just said she was a witch sent by demons to destroy Earth. Yet, all of these things didn’t interrupt a life of a young Italian named Alice.

The second Alice was a fragile blue. His life was only full of music. His voice, talent were all God’s gifts for him who loved music. The second Alice was a fragile man in blue whose passion was only on music. Non other than that.

He was born on December 16, Milan, Italy. During his birth his mother was in a total shock knowing that she had given birth to a boy. Her mother despised the fact that her blood-related child that was born few seconds ago was a boy. So, she named him Alice after few days given birth to him. She had hatred towards men since her one only loved one cheated on her leaving her behind with a bump.

It was very hard indeed for a man to live his life forward carrying the name Alice everywhere. While still young at age, getting kicked, punched and slammed was compulsory for him each day. Bruises and wounds were drawn on his pale snowy skin. No one cared for him. Even his own mother threw him away while he couldn’t learn to speak on his own. He was a fragile boy in blue who was very lacked given of love. A year after his mother suicidal case, a fine elegant lady who was at her mid-age approached him. She was a rich one who had Spanish accent in her speech. Her fingers was full covered with jewelry yet, when she saw a young boy sat alone in front of an orphan house with an innocent not-knowing what was happening around him, she couldn’t ignore the boy. He had such angelic look on his and the crystal sapphire eyes were just too dazzling. This made her thought of her dead son. A fetus who couldn’t survive in his mother’s womb. She sat next to him.

“You’re one fine boy who will be very useful for me one day” She smiled patting his soft blond.

“My name is Alice. Will you hate me for that?” He asked. His eyes were as pure as a seraph.

“Of course not my dear” She hugged him. This was a start of a new life for the second Alice.

He grew up with his new mother, Madam Red as she never wears anything more than red. Her hair was painted red from gold and her red stunning eyes were as stunning as a vixen. As he grew up he learned more about himself. He was given a gift of creating music. At the age of 10 he created a music that was never heard of human kind. With his beautiful angelic voice he soothed people off their minds creating peace. At the age of 16 while playing a string instrument as well, he sang to the King. He was rumored as being an Angel.


December 1714 he turned 21. The night the day he was born, he dreamt a dream. In his dream he saw himself walking deep down into a weird place. A place full of roses and those roses weren’t the normal ones that people get from their garden. The roses were blue. There was a garden full of blue roses. He plucked one of the rose before he began hearing a soothing beautiful melody. He hummed along with the melody later creating his own words to fit the melody he heard. This dream was the most beautiful event he had dreamt. If only it was real he thought. In his dream he saw himself singing a beautiful melody he never heard of. He sang and sang and created a world of his own. This world was a psychotic world. His singing voice killed thousands in his dream and wilted those innocent blooming roses. Then, came a man with an eye patch covering his left ones. The man held a blue revolver in his then shot him right into his heart. In his dream, he died with wilted rose surrounding his unedifying death.

Quickly he woke up from the nightmare he had. He walked downstairs to the grande piano in his mansion he had live with his ‘mother’, Madame Red he played the melody he heard in his dream and noted down creating words for the music. As he was playing the weird song from his dream, his mother came down approaching him.

“Alice, what was that noise you played?”

“Noise? But, mother I had a most brilliant dream. And this soothing music I heard in my dream was so beautiful and oh I had to note it down before I forget it” Alice’s said with hope in his voice.

“Music? Beautiful?!” She shrieked. “This noise you played in the middle of the night where millions are still slumbering you called this music?!” She walked close taking the note he jotted down while ago. She picked the sheet he created and was shocked to see there were only scribbling quavers, semibreve and such. This music she saw was a piece of disaster. “This is the most disgusting thing I had ever seen in my whole life!” She torn the papers and went straight back to bed.

Alice stared at her mother’s chaotic act. The piece was heavenly. For him it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Yet, his Madame Red was his first priority and he had promised that he would never with her mother’s words. Even though he had suffered everynight as he dreamt the same dream every night he slept and the music in his dream had stuck in his mind. He felt he wanted to sing the music of his dream to the world.

April 1715, it was spring. Alice was invited to the Castle to sing a holy song of peace to the Italians as they were in great peace. This was to show their gratitude towards Italy. There he stepped on the luxurious stage and millions in front of him came down from all over the world in order to hear his perfect voice. As his lips began to widen, his mind went blank. There was no music in his head. Only empty spaces as if black hole had sucked all of his music in his head. Then suddenly without his control he began singing the song he heard from his dream.

As he was singing the false sheet he got from his dream, the various people whop came far and near just to see him singing died, suffering from the lyrics he sang. For him, it was the most beautiful piece he had ever hard and sang. But nevertheless did he knew, the sheet was a haunted one. It was a macabre, a disaster for others. The music made his voice so high pitched that his voice penetrated each pair of hears that were present. Each word of his vocal sliced the brain that heard the music. As he opened his eyes he saw people suffering from the sheet he just sang. He looked around at the disastrous moment. Tears welds in his blue hues and it made them turned red as he saw his own ‘mother’ Madame Red who lied with both eyes opened. Blood were oozing from her ears as if someone had shot her through her ears. He scream dashing briskly to his dear beloved putting her dead head on his lap, grieving for her. There was no one there who could help him as only dead body surrounded him. Before he soon given all hope footsteps approached him. He turned around with wide eyes and mouth hanged open. It was a man with an eye. The other was covered in black patched wielding a blue revolver in his hand.

“You- You were there in my dream” He said his tone was low yet his voice was very clearly beautiful. “Tell me, please. Why-”

BANG!

The second Alice couldn’t finish off his sentences. He was shot right through his heart. Yet, he didn’t die off straight away. He was still conscious eventhough he knew that his heartbeat should stop any second. As his vision was getting blurred, he heard birds chirping far up the sky with bells chirming. There he saw a garden with thousands of blue rose. This time it was different with what he dreamt. The roses weren’t wilting and dying, they were blooming beautifully. He managed to plaster a little piece of smile before he closed his eyes for eternity. Yet, a song was created after his death.

The second Alice was a fragile blue. Singing the world with his soothing voice, yet filling regions with so many false created notes, that was of a crazy blue world. This new Alice was of a rose; he was shot and killed by a mad man with left eye covered in a black eye patch. It left a flower blooming sadly red; the one who was loved is now forgotten.</sup>