“You don’t comply, this syringe holds a lethal dose of epinephrine and it has Drew’s name on it.
The deranged look in his eyes scares me. He’s not bluffing, not one bit. “Ok, Donnie. I’ll go with you. Please don’t hurt Drew.”
“Shut up and do what I said. I’m ready to end your life if I have to. Don’t fucking test me.”
I get up and pull on the leggings and the hoodie. He hands me shoes, and I slip them on. I don’t try to argue or cause him to get angrier. I have no idea what he’s going to do to me but I have to save Drew.
He pulls me out of the room and to the stairs.
“Why do you hate me so much, Donnie?” I ask knowing I shouldn’t talk, but the need to know why my brother, who I thought was a hero when I was younger, is hell bent on hurting me.
“Now isn’t the time for this conversation.” He grits and yanks me down another set of stairs. “You cause me any grief, I’ll kill you. The only reason you’re alive for the moment is so I can get access to father's vault.”
We are almost down to the ground floor, and I’m winded. “Why in the world would you need me for that?”
He slaps me and I stumble against the wall. White lights flow in my vision as I try to make myself small. I hate cowering to him but I have no weapons at my disposal.
“Funny thing happened last night. Our father died in a very unique way. A way only The Mad Hatter could pull off.” He leers down at me and I tremble.
“If you weren’t such a cunt, I’d say you did it. But we both know you don’t have the guts or gumption to pull something like this off.”
He laughs and yanks on my hair. I whimper but move when he demands we move. “Enough of your stalling. Drew isn’t coming to save you.”
Dammit, I wish I was stalling. I’m fucking tired but there is no point in back talking with Donnie. Instead, I swallow my pride and apologize.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know what sorry is little sister, but you will. We just have to get somewhere private.”
I can’t. No. No. Fuck, I’m going to have a panic attack. Without thinking, I shove at Donnie’s right side. This was stupid on my part since he still has a hold of my hair. He just laughs at me and throws me down the steps. I fall to the landing between floors and cry out in pain.
Looking at him, I get to my knees but I’m wobbly as he comes down the stairs to get me. “You never were bright were you?” He mocks me as he steps closer. He’s lowered the gun and is in the process of tucking it into his belt when I strike.
My fist goes right for his scrotum. I’m not going to play around and be the weak one anymore. If he shoots me, at least I died trying. I make contact, and at first the two of us are in a stare off. I hit him again and Donnie goes down, holding his cock.
As he lies there crying out in pain, I force myself to stand up. This has to end now. With a strength I usually only muster with The Mad Hatter suit on, I glare down at Donnie. “I’m The Mad Hatter, Donnie. Daddy Dearest found that out last night. You’re realizing it now, and it’s beautiful.”
I kick Donnie in the back, and he grunts and rolls onto his back from his side. I stomp on his hands as he holds himself. He is begging me to stop but I won’t. No. He doesn’t deserve that.
“I admired you growing up.” I stomp on him again, and he howls in pain. “You were supposed to love me and care for me. Just like our father was.” I spit at him and stomp on his leg as he tries to crawl away.
I sneer at him mockingly. “You know, my plan was to kill you nice and slow so our father could watch you suffer. He was going to see you get gutted and then sliced from neck to penis. He would have loved the taste of your cock in his mouth; he was going to die with it there. But instead, just like dear old dad, you are going to die alone.”
Donnie’s guarding his cock, so I have ample room to do what is necessary. I stomp on his face, and I hear his nose break. “You—” He doesn’t finish his sentence as he tries to shield his face from my foot.
He’s gasping for breath. The left side of his face hangs a little off center since I shattered his jaw with my foot. He rolls to his stomach, blood flowing down his nose as he tries to crawl down the stairs.
I grab the gun from his belt and cock it. I don’t like killing with guns. It’s so impersonal, but that’s alright. It will do.
“Any last words you want to say to your sister, The Mad Hatter?”
“Maddie!” Drew’s voice comes from behind me and I turn. Oh shit. “Drop the weapon, Maddie.”
“But he’s …” I point to my brother lying on the ground trying to move down the stairs on his stomach.
“This isn’t the way, Maddie.” Drew takes a step toward me and I step back. I regret it instantly but I don’t want to let this go.
Drew frowns at me. Hurt, confusion, and repulsion flicker through his eyes. I hand the gun to him and step back into the corner. I have no doubt he is going to arrest me now.
