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Day of the Rabbit

Summary: Alison Starling is a young child who gets to have her greatest dream come true when she meets the Marquis De Hoto. But a dark mystery lies with this stranger and if Alison isn’t careful, the hole she falls into might become her grave.

Disclaimer: All characters and items associated with Night of the Rabbit belong to Daealic. If you don’t recognize a character, they’re mine unless otherwise stated.

Notes: This will start as rewrite with a surprise ending and my own twists.

I’m trying something new; I’ve written the first ten chapters and if I get a few people who like it, I’ll continue it, if not then while I still continue it, but I won’t update as fast. And for those wondering about my other fics, I’m still writing them, I’m trying to get my steam back after losing them.

Special Thanks: FableStar                

Frist Chapter: fav.me/d7btkvr

CHAPTER 2: The Old Theater and the Mysterious Poem

                By the time Alison reached the city, her temper was cooled but was replaced with the odd leftovers of the feeling that she couldn't describe. She still felt horrible, but not angry, sad, or bitter, just horrible.

This was forgotten as the gentle stream of nostalgia swept through her as she spotted something; she was standing in front of an old theater.

The memory was vague, but Alison remembered her family coming here years ago to see one of the last shows of the illusionist.

Alison remembered how wonderful all the tricks were and being enchanted, but when she told the other kids at school they told her that was all they were; tricks. Tricks with smoke, mirrors, and magic.

Alison kicked at an invisible rock as she remembered how humiliated she felt when she realized that she was the only one who thought that the magic was real. Still, she had loved the show and since then she was in love with the idea of magic. To do such amazing things and be so amazing… it must have been wonderful.

    The building was closed down years ago and was going to be torn down, but then construction just stopped. Alison wasn't sure why exactly, but a friend in class had told her rumors that after the Great Zaroff's last play, shadows in the shape of dragons appeared around the theater. It says that the owner was going to collect payment, but instead saw demons who spirited the old magician away and that was why he vanished. Although Alison's mother had said the magician ran away so he wouldn’t be dragged off to a retirement home.

    Alison hesitated outside the building. She was sure that demons didn't exist. They were just like the monsters underneath the bed.

But still... she wasn't sure.

Going into an abandon theater sounded as dangerous as it was exciting. It was mysterious and exciting, and going into the theater did sound fun. However, the thought of getting into more trouble came into her mind as well and made her hesitate. After some thinking, Alison decided that she felt like being mischievous today. Or adventurous, whatever the difference was.

                Alison walked towards the theater's front door and pushed and pulled on it. Like she suspected, it was locked but she had to try. Otherwise, she might gotten in some difficult fashion and felt like an idiot if she discovered the door was open. Now she could find an entrance with a difficult fashion without feeling like an idiot.

The question now was how?

She thought about breaking the windows and unlocking the doors, but she wasn't sure if that was okay. It might be old and abandoned, but Alison wasn't sure about breaking anything as she knew that was wrong. She walked around the building and found a dumpster beneath a window.

'I don't know if it's unlocked, but it's worth a shot.' she thought. 'Can't leave my stuff though.' The first thing she did was pull her jacket from her suit case and tie one sleeve to handle and the other to her ankle. She then moved the item next to the dumpster lengthwise. She stood on it and quickly grabbed the top of the dumpster as it started to sway.

"Phew! That was close!" she muttered to herself. She pulled herself on top of the dumpster and then was able to use her jacket to pull up her luggage.

"There!" she said, a small bit of triumph in her voice. She then turned her attention to the window. It was surprisingly easy to open.

'I wonder if someone else tried to get in,' she said to herself. 'And if they're still there.'

This thought made the girl hesitate and she thought about leaving. After all, there could be gang members hiding here, or drug lords, or whores (whatever those were), or hobos. After a few moments of thought she decided,

"If there was anyone like that here, they'd have a dog or a guard out front." With that she opened the window all the way. She then used her suit case to prop the window open and climbed in. She stumbled as she landed and fell on the floor.

"AH! AH! AHCHOO!" she sneezed as the dust swirled around her. "Dammit!" she cried as some of the dust got into her eyes. She started to rub at her eyes until they turned red.

    After a bit, Alison was able to open her eyes and look around. As she did, a feeling of nostalgia filled her and a feeling of sadness.

"I remember this place." she said as she stood.

    The memory was long ago and she herself was quite young, but the theater was basically the same as it was in her memory of long ago. The props hung high above with the cardboard symbols of the sky, the velvet curtains hung to the side, and the stage stood open to the vast files of seats that trailed at a moderate length.

Alison remember sitting in those seats on her father's lap as she watched the show of illusions and enchantment. It was the most magical night of her life.

"Too bad it was a lie." she muttered. She tugged her suit case down with her jacket and the window closed with a clack. She wasn't too worried about this as she planned on using the front door when she left.

                "Let's see... where to first?" This wasn't really a question as she had an idea where she wanted to go; She went pass the stage and to the back. After passing a stream of doors, she came to the one she wanted; The Great Zaroff's room.

Her heart began to beat with excitement as she opened the door.

The door let out a loud creak as she turned the knob and pushed. Slowly, she peaked in, but saw nothing but black. Alison reached in and felt around for the light switch, which she found further in.

Once she found the light though she wished she hadn't. The room wasn't anything like she had imagined; it was dark, even with the light; there were strange masks and posters that watched her. Dust floated around as if it was afraid to settle anywhere.

She sneezed.

"Hm. I thought a magician's room would be more... magical." She stepped through the dust and walked over to a large trunk. Setting her own case down, she opened it. After a few moments of digging she let out a delighted squeal.

"I remember this! I remember this!" she squealed. In her hands was a large black top hat with a yellow ribbon. It was old before her eyes, but in Alison's memory the hat had produced many wonderful things; from the hat had come fireworks, a dragon shadow, etc.

Her amazement sadden when she realized that all those things had been nothing but tricks. She sat on the wooden floor with a sigh.

"It's probably just a trick hat," she muttered. "There's probably a projector inside..." She dug in the hat, looking for a secret apartment, but instead she found a small red journal. "Hm? What's this?"

What really pulled the girl’s attention however, was the strange golden symbol on the cover. She traced it slightly with a finger. She vaguely remembered seeing it somewhere before, but couldn’t remember where. It was so strange…

‘What is this?’

"Oh!" she said after a thought. "This must be the book with the magician's tricks! Awesome!"

She opened the book and suddenly all the words started to glow. In a shocking amount of surprise, Alison dropped the book.

The book was glowing with a bright ruby light as it floated into the air. Ruby sparkles flew from it as it flew around her in a circle. Alison stared at the piece of literature with eyes so wide, a baby doe would not have stood a chance. As the circle lit up, Alison felt something warms flow through her mind, giving her the sense of dizziness. The book released one last glow before settling itself in front of her.

                Alison pecked the book from the air and it opened to a page with a red envelope. Unable to stand any more, Alison fell back to the floor. She was still clutching the book, her eyes wide.

'How did all that happen?!' A trick perhaps? If it was a trick, it was an impressive one. A very impressive one.

She glanced around the room looking for wires, a camera, or anything. But there was nothing that she could see.

"So does that mean... All of this was real? Real magic?!" An excited squeal filled her voice as she reached out for the envelope. As she opened it, she felt like Harry Potter.

     

    Practically tearing the letter open, she read out;

“After drawing on rock a symbol all in white - grinding white powder makes it right.

Then add black in turn, the kind you should be loath to burn.

Black and white they combine, the inside of your vessel line.

The three more things: tree skin, tree fruit

and lastly, but not least, a root.

At crossroads, draw a circle with the powder mix obtained,

put vessel in the center of the powder ring thus gained.

Set the circle - bang! – on fire,
the carrot flame leaps high and higher,

and I will swallow it in haste to enjoy the lovely taste."

 

A magic recipe book?’ Alison wondered. ‘Did a magic chief lose it?’ It was a very odd recipe. Was it French?
She looked at the spell once more. Alison had never seen a real spell, but if there were any truth in her stories, than this seemed to be legit. Also, it was in a book that had just moments ago flew around her! She was pretty sure there was something to it.


'Besides!' she thought. 'This could my chance to do real magic and show up Albert!'

Humming to herself, Alison put the hat on her head and stuffed the book into her bag. She then shoved the envelope in her pocket before running out.

 

~~~*~

 

                As she ran, Alison couldn't explain it, but she felt light and at ease. It was like walking through an old memory.

                 Alison had set off to gather the ingredients. To do so, she had gone home.

The house was quiet as she snuck in the front door, except for the familiar sound of a TV. Occasionally her mother would fall asleep in the living room, so this was nothing new. Alison felt a twinge of pain. She wasn't ready to see her yet and she was sure the feeling was mutual, if not stronger.

So, she quietly snuck through, keeping her suitcase close as it contained the magic book.

'I wonder where Sadie is...' she wondered, not wanting her brat of a sister to get in the way. Settling on the fact she was in her room, Alison made it to the kitchen. There she pulled out the spell.

"Let's see... white powder makes it right. Then add black. Black and white they combine, the inside of your vessel line. Tree skin, tree fruit and lastly, but not least, a root." She let out an irritated sigh and growl as she usually did when she did not understand something.

"Stupid magicians and their riddles!" she muttered. "Why can't they just be straight forward?"

She fumed for a few seconds before she let her mind think. 'Tree fruit' was easiest to understand. It was fruit from a tree.

"And lucky me!" she turned towards the glass patio door and went into the backyard. There, a large tree grew and littered around it were small green crab apples.


She jumped as a pack of crows flew overhead, crowing loudly. Alison wasn’t sure why, but the crows frighten her as of late. Was it because of the fact that there were more of them? She didn’t know and honestly, she didn’t want to spend her time thinking about it.

She quickly pushed past the crows, making them fly into the air as she did so, and grabbed a fallen small green crab apple. While she was there she scraped off a piece of bark which she assumed to be the tree skin the poem wanted and some of her concrete chalk.
Afterwards Alison went back to the kitchen where she quickly shut the door.

'Crows don't usually come inside, but I don't wanna risk it.' She then turned her thoughts to the next part of the riddle.

'White powder... white powder... powdered sugar!' she dashed to the cabinet and grabbed a bag of powdered sugar.

"Now all that's left is the black powder and the tree root..." she trailed off as she shifted in thought. She didn’t know where to get black powder, much less powder you could burn. And the tree root... did she have to cut the root of a tree? She really didn’t want to do that.

 

“Great!” she said in sharp anger to herself. “What am I supposed to do now?” Then remembered something she read with her dad in one of her favorite books. It was about how REAL spells didn’t need fancy items and such; you just used what you had and believed it was what you needed and it would work.

‘It can’t hurt.’ She thought. ‘I’ll just grab something that looks like a root and black powder.’ So she grabbed some black pepper and a carrot from the fridge.

‘Now I need a light.’ As quietly as she could, Alison pulled a chair over to the fridge and climbed up. There, hidden in one of the baskets on top was a red lighter. As she grabbed it she remembered her mother telling her not to play with it, ever.

I’m playing with it,’ defended in her mind. ‘I’m putting it to productive use.’ After climbing down, Alison grabbed one of the plastic cups they usually used and snuck outside. There she pulled out the poem and made sure she had everything.

                At last Alison had all the ingredients. However there remained one problem; where was she to find cross roads? After all, they were in the city and Alison didn’t think there were any crossroads nearby. Alison was a bit disheartened but didn’t give up. Instead she put her brain to work and thought again.

As far as she knew the cross roads were when two paths crossed one another. So maybe she could just go to the corner of the street. That shouldn’t be too big of a problem, should it?

 

    Making sure that no one saw her, Alison snuck out of the house and ran to the corner of the street. There she mixed all the ingredients in a martini glass that she had borrowed and then used the powder to make a circle on the ground. Before she lit it, she re-read the poem. It was a good thing too for she had almost forgotten a step; drawing on rock a symbol all in white. Fortunately, this was not a problem at all for the sidewalk was concrete; all she had to do was use what was left of the powdered sugar to draw. While the poem didn’t tell Alison exactly what to draw, she somehow knew she was supposed to draw the symbol on the book cover. Once that was settled, Alison lit the match;

    “Here it goes.”

 

~*End of Chapter 2*~

 

We all know who comes in the next chapter, hm? We’re finally going to start the adventure!

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FableStar's avatar
Yeaaah a new chapter. :D With a new picture, with Jerry, Alison the looks very strong and focus and the marquis is... very angry. But I like the picture. :D

To your chapter... Alison is very innocent and brave, brokes in a theater and steals without help (I don't know if I could do this as a kid). I like the way you describe the situations. It makes me feel happy Alisons dream of magic becomes true. :D You makes this story very good.

P.S: The only thing I don't like is the cliffhanger (WHY?) :D
P.P.S: Aww you are welcome (for the special thanks, very kind of you)