"Back already, Pan?" sneered James, "Oh dear.. where are they? Pan... Weren't you supposed to be collecting my brother's berries?"
Pan sighed, "The mermaids were a little bit distracting, to the extent that I forgot about them. Now what did you say before? That you wanted to grow up?" James was taken aback. Pan was super protective of people leaving Neverland, and this was a fiery topic.
"Grown ups.. they held me down.. they called me a monster, and I flew to the moon and showed them all." cackled Pan who then whipped out his sword brilliantly, "and you said I couldn't sword fight?"
"Pan.. please don't do this. You can't do this. We're not sword fighting. Not in front of my brother. Not in front of Roger." whispered James under his breath.
"Fine." And with a fatal blow, Pan pushed James out of the medical hut and James fell, but as he fell, he grabbed the sword from his belt and assembled himself quite nicely.
"Pan.." mumbled James.
"You wanted to grow up!" yelled Pan, "You wanted to leave everyone and myself and take over Neverland by yourself! You wanted to have this island!"
"And if I did? Would that have made a difference? Neverland is my home! And it's your home too, whether you like it or not." James snarled back.
"Fine then! To the DEATH!" screamed Pan.
"No! I can't leave Roger-" screamed James back but before they could say anything, Pan lunged at James and Pan tried to stab James as he flew over one side and back the other side.
With a sword creating a slit in his shirt, James wasn't focusing on where exactly he was, but who he was battling.Pan made a strike. One, two, three.
James made a hit. One, two, three. Pan made a strike. One, two, three. James made a hit. One, two, three.OUCH!! HELL!! Of popped one of James's hands, a river of blood pouring out and bursting into many different directions. "SHIT!" screamed James as he cried endless tears.
Pan stumbled back and cackled, "Well you said you wanted to grow up, you old codfish."
And with that, Pan reached into the river flowing violently beside them, and dropped James's hand into it, feeding it to a humongous crocodile named Christian the Croc.
Boy. Oh. Boy.
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Villains
Short StoryEver wondered what the stories of the villains were? Maybe not your everyday fairytale. Or your everyday love story. Read, and you'll find out.