Ace of Blood

Alice has found a new kind of wonderland. Jamie Cunning is just an ordinary girl. Sort of. Bearing the scars of a thousand painful memories, old an new, she found a strange set of friends in the abandoned and untended headstones of a nearby cemetery. But this girl who prefers the company of the dead to that of the living finds a shocking new life thrust upon her when she is shoved into a world of danger and death. The worst of all: it lurks just around the corner. The paperboy. The school bully. The neighbor. They may all be a part of it. Watch out, because Ace is always watching, and you never know how the cards will fall.


53. The Repentant White Rabbit

 “You lying bitch!” he screamed, drawing a dagger from the sheath across the small of his back. “You damn fucking liar!” Tears ran down his face in rivers, blinding him, but the Rabbit didn’t care.
 “Ah, and the prodigal son returns at last. You haven’t been to see me in quite some time. How are things?” the woman asked, face free of fear. It infuriated the White Rabbit.
 He threw the knife as hard as he could, still stalking toward her. It flew, end over end, until, when it was less than a foot from her face, the woman slid to the side. Barely disturbing her hair, the blade buried itself with a muffled thump in the far wall.
 “Now now, what have I done to bother you so?”
 “Shut up shut up shut UP!” He drew another weapon, this one long and thin and slightly curved, a fine piece of metal designed solely for close-range slaughter. “You told me he wouldn’t get hurt! You promised me that nothing I did would hurt Ace, but you LIED! You sacrificed Vier, left him to die, and you expect me to believe that it doesn’t hurt him?!”
 The Rabbit steadied himself, looking her straight in the eye. “I will kill you for this, you filthy bitch.” And he meant it too. He wanted her dead so badly. The Rabbit no longer cared about anything that had held it back in the past. He didn’t care about the threats she’d held over his head, the truths she could reveal about him, about the previous Ace, about his first mistake.
 Because, if he killed her now, the truth about Ace’s father would never have to reach his ears.
 The White Rabbit darted forward, impossibly fast, his body trained and ready for the action. He was the best at what he did, after all. Even Zes couldn’t help to fight him, not in a fair knife-fight.
 But those he fought did not fight fair. The weight slammed into the base of his skull, and the Rabbit held consciousness long enough to stagger a few more steps, to hear the laughter behind him, to feel the pain reverberate through his skull, before he slumped to the ground.
 Damn him, he’d forgotten about the other one.

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