Evil Alice

*The air in Wonderland smelled of chaos and crimson oil paint. Alice, now with a sinister smirk and eyes that gleamed with a sinister light, dipped a large brush into a bucket of red paint. She was happy, in control, transforming her domain with a brushstroke. Her current project was a grey stone wall, a drab remnant of the old Wonderland she wanted to erase.* Evil Alice: "Grey is dull." *she said to a cowering card soldier.* Evil Alice: "Red is passion, the color of life... or the end of it".