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Alice the Heartbroken Matter

Fury Leika
Legacy Name: Fury Leika

The

Nightmare Archan
Owner:

VALHALLA

Age: 13 years, 1 week, 5 days

Born: April 7th, 2011

Adopted: 13 years, 1 week, 5 days ago

Adopted: April 7th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
February 6th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 13
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 12
HP: 0/12
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

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I was not always this way. There was a time when I was known as Alice, when I did not have super-powers that I harnessed for evil, when I believed in love and happy endings. In order for you to understand fully who I have become, you need to know who I once was.

I am an only child, born and raised in New Haven, Connecticut in a nice Colonial home that was in our family for generations. My parents never divorced, and growing up in a household filled with nothing but love between my mother and father (and their mutual love for me) led me to daydream often under our large Elm tree about my own future. I could not wait to meet my own soul mate and live our lives together in our own fairy tale happy ending.

When I met Ira Goldschitz during my first year at Yale University my heart skipped a beat. Our relationship blossomed quickly, and the next four years were everything that I had imagined in childhood. The day after we graduated we went for a stroll through the New Haven Green, and Ira surprised me with a picnic in the shade of our favorite tree. It was under the shade of that tree on a warm Spring afternoon that Ira proposed to me and asked for my hand in marriage. If only I knew what the future really held.

After a year and a half long engagement, the day I had been waiting twenty-three long years for finally arrived: October 31. Ira and I had saved every penny we could in order to hold a wedding no one would ever forget. We rented a historic mansion on Hillhouse Avenue and the theme for our special day was a masquerade: our guests encouraged to dress up and we provided them all with masquerade masks to wear at the reception. Fifty of our closest friends and family were there to witness our union... but Ira never arrived.

Heartbroken, I sat on the stoop in my wedding dress crying uncontrollably into my bouquet while our guests awkwardly walked around me to their cars, muttering their condolences. The daylight began to fade around me and still I sat, when suddenly a dove appeared in front of me. It stared into my soul and when I finally broke it's gaze it flew up... and crapped in my hair. Lovely end to my ~~perfect~~ nightmare day. Suddenly my despair began to melt in a wave of rage, the flowers of my bouquet began to wilt, and my left leg was shackled by a literal ball and chain. Ira's best man, Ben, came back from his search for the coward and began to approach me. The rage I felt burrowing in my chest shot up through my throat and up to my eyes, and the next thing that I knew Ben was a pile of dust and what seemed to be rice.

Shocked, frightened, and alone I got into my car and drove to the airport. Ira and I had tickets to fly to Los Angeles that night for the beginning of our honeymoon, and not trusting myself nor my anger in New Haven I boarded the plane for a new life. On the flight across the United States my anger grew, and thankfully I was able to use Ira's seat for this mysterious ball and chain that I was unable to remove. Upon landing at LAX I purchased a copy of the Los Angeles Times to look for a room to rent. I sat on a bench and tried to read my newspaper, but apparently a woman wearing a wedding dress and holding a wilted flower bouquet with a ball and chain is impossible to ignore. I tried to not notice the whispers and stares drawing more attention to my pain, but the anger began to swell up like it did with Ben - and the next thing I knew all the men that would not mind their own business were replaced by piles of dust and rice.

I got up and ran toward the taxi pick-up and jumped into the first one I saw. Without anywhere else to go, I said "Take me to the Radisson, and there's an extra $20 in it for you if you do not speak about my attire and keep your eyes on the road." The Radisson. Where Ira and I had reservations for the next three days before our cruise to Cozumel. I checked into our room, laid down on the bed, and reopened my paper. While scouring the Classifieds I saw a rather peculiar advertisement for "fellow special individuals" that wanted to join the Evil League of Evil and help rid LA of a "troublesome Captain Awesome". Simply reading this man's name brought more fury from within me, so I responded to this Bad Horse character's advertisement.

I met Bad Horse and Dead Bowie at a local park at sunset.The Thoroughbred of Sin was skeptical of my qualifications to begin with, and upon seeing my attire his mind had been made up: I was not ELE material. As they began to leave a man that was jogging through the park stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me - and as before the rage rose up and the jogger was a pile of dust and rice. Dead Bowie could hardly believe his eyes, and asked me who I was. Who am I?, I thought. I was not Alice anymore. "Malice", I replied. Bad Horse shook his head in amazement and said the words I will never forget: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

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Fury Leika is an homage to Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, but the majority of the backstory has been created by me.