OOM: The Past
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mirror_alice1858:
It is very hard to be reasonable when what you really want to do is shake some sense into someone, Charles Dodgson thought to himself.
Were they blind? Couldn't they see that there was something deeply wrong with Alice Liddell? The emotional outbursts, the deliberate cruelty, the false guilt and remorse when she was caught....it was all there, if anyone had bothered to look.
He'd tried. God knows he'd tried, but they just wouldn't listen! His polite inquiries and gentle suggestions had been not so kindly rebuffed by her father and mother. He was a student, and her father was the Dean of Christ Church, a man far out of his league, influence wise. He had no proof of anything criminal, either. To the rest of the world, Alice was a rather childlike 14 year old girl. Sweet and beautiful, if sometimes temperamental.
After the latest rebuff by her parents, he'd met Alice in the hallway of Christ Church. She'd smiled at him with a knowing smirk that showed, if only for a moment, what lay beneath the facade. He'd shivered then, despite the Summer warmth.
Heaven help him, he didn't dare meddle further. It might be more than his career or his life was worth! There was nothing left to do but record what he'd surmised, record what he observed of Alice. He'd pin down the truth onto paper, even if it was never believed.
1862:
Alice Liddell was becoming more and more insane, he knew. There had been something deeply wrong with her since he'd known her, if not before, but she'd never seemed delusional.
Most people thought it a harmless quirk, her "tales" that she told of another world through the Looking Glass in his office. "She's going to be an author some day," they'd say, or "Think of what tales she'll tell her children."
Fools! Idiots! Couldn't they see that Alice believed every word more than any priest believed the Gospel? She'd taken to staring into the thing for hours, and being in a genuinely foul and cruel mood when she was forced to leave. His cat Timothy had gone missing, and several people around the campus had suffered "accidents" that left them bleeding or with broken bones. There was no proof, of course. There never was with Alice. She'd gotten very good at covering her tracks.
He didn't know what she saw in the mirror. He was also quite sure he didn't want to. She was becoming more and more violent, if the accidents were any indication. He feared it was only a matter of time before something.....worse happened in the vicinity of Christ Church.
It is very hard to be reasonable when what you really want to do is shake some sense into someone, Charles Dodgson thought to himself.
Were they blind? Couldn't they see that there was something deeply wrong with Alice Liddell? The emotional outbursts, the deliberate cruelty, the false guilt and remorse when she was caught....it was all there, if anyone had bothered to look.
He'd tried. God knows he'd tried, but they just wouldn't listen! His polite inquiries and gentle suggestions had been not so kindly rebuffed by her father and mother. He was a student, and her father was the Dean of Christ Church, a man far out of his league, influence wise. He had no proof of anything criminal, either. To the rest of the world, Alice was a rather childlike 14 year old girl. Sweet and beautiful, if sometimes temperamental.
After the latest rebuff by her parents, he'd met Alice in the hallway of Christ Church. She'd smiled at him with a knowing smirk that showed, if only for a moment, what lay beneath the facade. He'd shivered then, despite the Summer warmth.
Heaven help him, he didn't dare meddle further. It might be more than his career or his life was worth! There was nothing left to do but record what he'd surmised, record what he observed of Alice. He'd pin down the truth onto paper, even if it was never believed.
1862:
Alice Liddell was becoming more and more insane, he knew. There had been something deeply wrong with her since he'd known her, if not before, but she'd never seemed delusional.
Most people thought it a harmless quirk, her "tales" that she told of another world through the Looking Glass in his office. "She's going to be an author some day," they'd say, or "Think of what tales she'll tell her children."
Fools! Idiots! Couldn't they see that Alice believed every word more than any priest believed the Gospel? She'd taken to staring into the thing for hours, and being in a genuinely foul and cruel mood when she was forced to leave. His cat Timothy had gone missing, and several people around the campus had suffered "accidents" that left them bleeding or with broken bones. There was no proof, of course. There never was with Alice. She'd gotten very good at covering her tracks.
He didn't know what she saw in the mirror. He was also quite sure he didn't want to. She was becoming more and more violent, if the accidents were any indication. He feared it was only a matter of time before something.....worse happened in the vicinity of Christ Church.
