Peter Pan One Shots

Conscious

I just wanted to know what it would feel like, to do the wrong thing.

Being the daughter of a savior and reformed pirate, I was surrounded by positivity and good people. My grandparents, Snow White and Prince Charming, had done everything possible to ensure their daughter was good. Completely and entirely pure. Of course, there was Regina- the former evil queen- who still said some "bad" things now and again but even she had come over to the light side. Apparently there was attractive thieves on the light side she just couldn't resist.

I did small acts of "bad" now and again. Stealing small things from stores, drinking from my fathers rum cabinet, sneaking out at night. Things like that, though they didn't mean that much. My family just assumed it was a cry for help and did their best to shower me with affection. When that didn't stop the behavior, they sent me to therapy. I got to speak to a cricket twice a week until we 'got to the root of my behavior'.

I already knew the 'root'. I was bored. Me entire life I was sheltered and protected for all the villains and bad things my family faced. I always did the right thing, it was just so...plain!!

The only enjoyment i found was listening to my older brother, Henry, tell me about the adventures our family had before i was born. I could never say it, but part of me wished the villain would win, just once. Shake things up a bit.

That's how i ended up here. Neverland. The story of when Henry had been kidnapped by Peter Pan had fascinated me the most, simply because he was so close to winning. If it weren't for Regina still being on her path to righteousness, he probably would have. There was still enough bad in her that she had no regrets about the awful things shed done, which ultimately led to the hero's saving the day.

Everyone thought that Pan had taken me too, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. Truth was i had stolen a magic bean and came, practically begging him to let me stay, even if only for a bit. He agreed only because the idea of the spawn of the two people he hated most begging to be on his island amused him. He was probably about to regret that.

Pan had made his rules clear from the start: Never call him Peter, Don't kill any of his boys, Don't touch his things, Don't get in the way, and the most odd of all, No one was allowed in the room at the end of the hall in his tree house. We were forbidden to even knock on the door.

So of course, I went it.

"You have a death wish!" Jolly, the lost boy that had quickly become my best friend, shouted at me from the other-safer- end of the hall.

I stood in front of the polished mahogany door with my hand on the knob, reading to fling the door open. "I don't know if I'd call it a death wish Jol, I just wanna know! Aren't you curious?!"

"NO!" He glanced around afraid of being caught, "Look, clearly i can't stop you, but i ain't goin down with. I will deny everything and hide my sadness at your funeral. Nice knowing you Paige."

With that he gave a salute goodbye and dashed out of the tree house. Rolling my eyes, i tried to steady my heart beat. Yes, there was the extremely high possibility I would die for this. At least I'd finally get to feel that rush i had been longing for. The idea didn't scare me in the least. Pan never had.

From the moment we met, i had been mesmerized by him. I tried to convince myself it was simply due to the fact he was the worst villain to exist in the history of ever, but the way my heart would flutter when he was near and the thoughts that spun in my mind about him said differently. But there was no way... It was just because he's a bad guy, its exciting to me. That's all.

I twisted the door knob, thinking of all the horrible things he could be hiding in here. Torture chamber, porn collection,weapons. Thats what i was expecting.