Snippet #1634537

Kit had slowed down to a stop, about ten minutes from his hideout near the Rabbit Hole. That goddamn Rabbit Hole. He'd found this small cave, not too small that his head brushed the top, but small enough to not attract attention from something a lot bigger than he was. Whenever he entered, he shivered, swallowing all of his fear before heading into the darkness. Small places, tight places, anything with a low roof and with no clear exit made him very nervous.

Stretching out on the dry grass, his mind slipped back to being ten years old, when his fear of small spaces had manifested itself. Getting stuck down a well for eighteen hours would do that to a person. To cap it off, his father had blamed him for wandering off in the first place and getting stuck down there. His father wasn't exactly the paternal type, his experiments got more love than Kit did.

The wind changed suddenly, knocking Kit out of his reverie. He glanced around the plains, pushing himself up to a seated position. He kept his eyes on the cluster of trees that marked the entrance to Wonderland. The wind brought with it the smell of blood. Just a faint tinge of copper in the air, but if you have survived this long in Wonderland, you get to know that scent very well. Getting to his feet, he found himself still slightly unsteady. He hadn't eaten yet, and had used probably more energy than was necessary to dispatch of the creepy daisy. Patting his belt, he pulled out half of an old candy bar, covered in fluff and lint from the bottom of one of the pockets. Beggars couldn't be choosers. He wolfed the fluffy candy bar down, starting to break into a jog again as he did. To the right of the tree line was a group of hills. If he could get to the hills, maybe everything would be okay and he could get to the cave without a fight.

The smell of blood got stronger on the wind and he began to doubt it. Still running, he rubbed his fingertips together lightly, creating a small flame and held it loosely in his left palm, letting it bounce around as he ran. No sense in being unprepared.