Misunderstood(Yeay… a story not including Alice but I just came up with a great idea. I think.)-

Madelia was nineteen. With long black hair and evergreen colored eyes one would think she was perfectly normal. The truth was, she was in an insane asylum. Madelia wasn't insane, she just needed help to recover, and she might have been a bit bipolar. She was when thirteen a gang had barged into her home. Once there they pulled out their weapons, several guns and knives, and had killed her parents along with her little brother, Quince.

The girl was terrified at the sight of any weapon now. Getting over this fear was really difficult, and several of her 'visitors' had stopped coming. Now she was lying in the grass outside the asylum, leaning against the tree that had just started to loose it's leaves. Madelia spent most of her time outside. She really hated the asylum. The idea of being locked up practically drove her mad enough to need to be there.

Sighing, Madelia closed her eyes. Leaving the asylum and going anywhere but there was what she truly wanted. There was a rustle in the bushes next to her. Turning her head toward the sound and opening her eyes, she was just in time to see a rabbit hop out of the bushes. Not just any rabbit, but a white one. With a red waist coat, glasses, and a huge pocket watch no less.

Madelia smiled. It was really cute. She would have to praise Lilly on her new style. Lilly, another girl in the asylum and Madelia's best friend, always took animals from outside and dressed them up in outfits that she made. The girl would go nuts if she found out that this rabbit was wandering outside with her clothes one, getting them dirty.

Green eyes locked on the bunny's scarlet red ones; Madelia got up and reached out a hand towards it. "Come on little bunny. We need to get back to Lilly before she flips out." Madelia said soothingly. As her hand inched closer to it the rabbit seemed to smile. Then there was a bright flash of light and Madelia covered her eyes with the hand not outstretched.

A hand grasped hers. The light faded and she found a man standing in front of her. Before she could even get a good look at him, he was pulling her towards a huge hole in the ground. Realizing what was happening Madelia screamed out, "Stop!"

The man just kept on running. "If there's a hole we know down it we go!"

That was when they were falling. Screaming, Madelia gripped onto the man tightly. He seemed to like this and wrapped his arms around her. Everything went black.

Opening her eyes Madelia was blinded by the midday light. Once her eyes adjusted she scanned her surroundings. Looking down the ledge she was near she found herself about fifteen stories from the ground. Yelping, Madelia crawled away from the edge. "Ah. You're awake!" A voice rang from besides her.

She turned around to see the man from earlier looking at her. He was not quite a man for he had white rabbit ears. Upon further examination of the bunny-man's appearance she found his hair white, eyes red, and his clothes the same as the rabbit from earlier. Sighing, Madelia shook her head, wondering how she had thought the rabbit had come from Lilly, the clothes were completely not her style.

"This is wonderful!" Coming back down to earth Madelia glared at him.

"Just who do you think you are? Kidnapping me and pretending like you know me is utterly unjustifiable!" Madelia was so mad that she started talking with a Texan accent, which was something she only did when she had lost her mind.

The rabbit-man's head tilted toward one side, then moved to the other. "Why I am Peter White, and of course I'm talking like I know you Maddy. I love you!"

Madelia's eyes went wide. Not only was this psychopath saying that he loved her, but he had used her old nickname. That name, it brought up… unpleasant memories in her mind, that she had long since forgotten. Her mother's face, right before she had been shot. Her father's tears as he shouted for her to run as far away as she could. Vigilantly a tear slid down her cheek, her eyes staring off at something that wasn't there.

Concern crossed Peter's face. Gently he approached were she sat, kneeled down, and wiped the liquid off her face. Taking out a bottle he said, "Here. Drink this and you'll feel better."

When Madelia didn't answer he sighed. Pouring the whole vial in his mouth and placing his hands firmly on her shoulders is when Madelia awoke from her daze. Opening her mouth to protest, Peter placed his lips on hers. Widening her eyes Madelia felt liquid being pushed into her mouth. Unable to do anything else she swallowed until it was all gone and Peter pulled away. "I thought you might've needed a bit of help," he huffed.

Outraged Madelia slapped him as hard as she could. "Pervert!"

Peter put his forefinger to his lips and tried to stop her from screaming, which did nothing. Shouting insults from left to right Peter sighed and stood up from the completely insane girl.

There were footsteps coming from the far stairs. Frightened, Peter ran out down the opposite stairs and disappeared. By this time Madelia had stopped shouting and was trying to catch her breath back. A shadow came over her. Looking up she found an extremely angry man glaring at her. She gulped and crawled away a little.

The man was tall, about six-four, and had some decent muscles. His hair was short and blue, his eyes a startling gold. On his neck was a small tattoo of a lizard with it's tongue out. A long black coat covered most of his black suit. Across his shoulder, but under his duster, and down to his waist was a brown belt with gold trimming. None of this was what scared her. What did, however, were the sheathed knives on his forearms, along with the ones around his thighs.

Bending down close to her, so that their faces were an inch apart, he asked, "Just who are you?"

Trying to find her courage, Madelia stoop up, and found that she was only the height of his shoulder, which frightened her even more. Gulping she said, with a wavering voice, "Isn't it only natural to give your name first if you expect a name back?"

The man shook his head, giving up. "Gray Ringmarc. Now, your name."

Madelia was relieved, slightly, that if she had to get help she would know what name to give. "Madelia Vandette."

"What are you doing here?" Gray prodded, not happy with her answer.

"Well, you see, I was taken here by a guy named Peter White. He forced me to drink whatever it was in this." Madelia, who was surprised she had the bottle, held it out to Gray.

Widening his eyes Gray took the bottle and inspected it. "So you're an outsider."

"I guess?" Madelia asked.

Sighing Gray handed the bottle back to her. "Follow me," was all he said before taking off, down the stairs where he had come.