Taking Neverland (a Peter Pan fanfiction!)

Peter's back!

Peters POV///

I climbed out of the net dazed and confused what the hell was going on? I pressed my hand to my temple, my head was aching!

"Now Peter, show us what you can do!" The man that had slammed my head in to a wooden beam started to walk down some stairs and in my direction. From the chants before I'm guessing this was Hook, What did he mean by 'what I can do?' When I heard a rather feminine voice in the group of men surrounding me, I looked around confused when I saw hook walk over to a man dressed in a black cape. The man was being held by two other men, when Hook placed a hand under his rather girly chin, pushing his hat off while the other men pulled the cape off. The man was actually a girl! A very young girl! She was dressed in leafs, they sat as shorts, then the leafs went up around her perfectly curved torso.

"Ah my dearest Navi, I should have known you would show up today, but you are the least of my worries now Peter is back" Hook spat down at the girl as he pushed her onto her knees, for an instant I thought she was in pain but then her expression showed incredible anger.

"Now Peter" Hook said turning around towards me.

"I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong man" I said noticing all of the men getting closer.

"Smee! Are you sure this is Pan? Peter would never call himself a man!" Hook called looking up at Smee at the top of the stairs.

"Yes sir, it is I'll show you the very scar you gave him with the tiger-Lilly accident 5 years ago" Smee said walking down the stairs pulling out a small shard of glass.
A tall man came up behind me and took my arms and shoved them up behind my back, "hey what the hell!" I yelled struggling, it was useless though this man was at least three times my size. When Hook came over to me I felt my heart beat faster, "right here sir!" Smee said trying to pull my shirt down so her could see the scar I had on my chest, "damn it! Take off the darn thing" Smee yelled, the big man holding me yanked my shirt up and over my head, leaving me standing shirtless in the group of men.

"See it's right there" Smee spoke while pointing one of his chubby fingers at the centaur of my chest. I never knew why I had the scar there but then again I couldn't remember anything since before I was at the Darlington's. I felt a small bit of anger and hurt as I thought of the place I once called home.

Navi's POV///

I was still being held by Hook's men while I silently watched Hook try to figure out if that really was Peter, but even with the scar I didn't believe it was him, I don't think he believed it either. "You have to help him" I heard Tink whisper, she had been hiding in the cape and hid between the leafs on my clothes when it had fallen to the ground. I looked up at her confused, "why?" I asked it was only a whisper but the men holding me heard it and smacked the up side of my head, ow! "Because! That is Peter Pan! I'd know him anywhere at any age!" Tink said this time she spoke in a more of a dreamy voice, I guess this was today's adventure. "Peter! If you really are Peter Pan! Fly up to that beam! And then we shall have the war I have been waiting for!" Hook spoke loud enough for all of his men to hear, "fly? I can't fly!?" Peter looked terrified, if Tink's right and this is Peter, I don't think he remembers.

"Then you are not Pan" Hook said now looking bored he turned to walk back to his chamber, "kill him" he said before starting to heard up the stairs. I took this chance to get free, I pulled the men forward letting them trip themselves over and onto the deck, "lots boys!" I screamed as I flew up into the air. The boys run up and on to the deck fighting the men, while Hook stood dumb founded on his balcony watching as his men fought against children, I swooped down just before one of Hooks men could stab Peter through, I took the boys hand and begun to fly high above the ship, I watched as the boys fought bravely before giving off a loud crow, the boys kicked off the deck and into the air coming up beside us. "It's time to fly boys" I said flying for the tree house while holding onto Peters hand. Tink gave him a good dose of pixie dust before we left and hoped for the best.