Rabbit Holes and Misconceptions

Alice never thought it would go this far. “Alice no….” she thought to herself, biting her lip stained dirty crimson. Alastor was her friend, companion, or in a simpler more direct term, her partner. Sure, they may have bickered constantly from time to time, I minor fight here, a slight homicidal tendency there. What is a few bloodstained, wrapped in generous layers of duct tape between close friends anyway?

Now Alastor was dead, laid in lightning strike streams of his own blood. He would have enjoyed seeing the shapes his essence made as it danced across the linoleum covered hardwood flooring. Alice never understood why he had covered the floor in linoleum, probably so it wouldn’t go from sycamore to “red oak”.

“Well, that was fun” Alastor said as he rose from the hard and cold slumber he had just taken. Alice looked down and the blood was gone, Alastor was back. “What a pity” Alice said, as she glared at the unnaturally clean floor in a spiteful manner.

“I expected something with a little more… finesse. I mean, a simple strike to the back on the head with a candlestick holder feels like you’re taking cues from the Clue board game” Alastor said as he brushed his overcoat off. Alice had tried everything, candlestick holder, guns, knives, even pushing him in front of a bus, but nothing kept him down for more than a few minutes.

“Well, maybe from the Clue film and not the board game” Alice proclaimed as she picked the candlestick up from the floor and placed on an adjacent table. As she examined the brass fixture she could not find a single scrap of evidence that it had ever been used in any way other than to hold a candle. She was never sure how Alastor was able to do the things he did, but he was more than willing to test his durability and limitations.

“One day you’re going to stop all this nonsense and just leave me be. I’ll die eventually, hopefully.”

Is he even sure if he can die? Alice thought to herself It is possible that perhaps one day he may pass but what was keeping him from doing so now? “This is getting more and more surreal” Alice muttered under her breath.

“It is, or it isn’t real at all. Who am I to judge?”

Alastor knew something, he knew, and Alice would never understand it. It wasn’t a deliberate bit of ignorance, but perhaps she was not ready to see the world the way Alastor did. Alice was falling deeper down a rabbit hole, in a trench, with a paddle made of origami paper.

Alice knew that Alastor was the key to understanding what was happening but was unsure if what she had done to him thus far, was the right way to have gone about it.