Young Peter is outside, sneaking peeks into a tavern. I peer inside and can spot Jack drinking with his friends. Oh, the bitterness I feel. Peter walks in, crouching down low so he won't be seen. When he gets to the bar, he orders a small drink. Taking the drink, he plops down on a table, the drink untouched. He unfolds a cap from his pocket, and pulls it down low.
In the corner of my eye, I can see one of Jack's friends nudging him and pointing to my younger self. Jack and his gang strut over to where Peter is sitting. Jack himself sits himself across from young Peter.
"Hello, little man." Jack laughs. "Now what are the likes of you doing in a place like this?"
"I could ask you the same question," Peter says. Jack and his friends are taken aback for a moment, then started to laugh again.
"Come on, mate," one boy says. "Let's see that ugly face."
"Yeah," another jeered. "Lift your cap."
"Well," Jack says. "Come on, then. Let's see now."
The boy closest to young Peter reaches up and flips off the hat. Peter looks up at Jack, trembling with fear.
"Why, you little..." Jack stops himself. All is calm and quiet for a moment. Then, like a flash of lightning, Jack reaches out and strikes my younger self. He then flicks his fingers, and his gang is on top of Peter, beating away. Wendy gasps and acts like she wants to turn away, but she remains still.
Young Peter makes attempts to protect his face while my older brother just stands there stone-faced.
"You think you're so great," Jack sneers. "What made you think you could follow me? You worthless worm. You'll never amount to anything. Nothing at all.
Just then, sparks began to fly from where I was buried underneath bodies. A flash filled the room, knocking the boys off from young Peter. Peter stands up shakily, his eyes swollen and bruised, his nose bleeding. Before he can cause any more attention, he quickly says, "Jack, you may think I'm nothing, but at least I'm not a power-hungry rat like you. Because of that, you are weak." Young Peter turns and runs out of the tavern.
Jack calls after him, "The only weakness I would have is power overload! And that's not going to happen anytime soon, is it?" For some reason, Jack's eyes wander to where Wendy and I stand. His mouth curls.
"I see you," he whispers. Panic fills me. With the snap of my fingers, my memories swirl and begin to fade away just as Jack lunges for me.
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Neverland
FantasyOnce upon a time, a boy was taken to a place called Neverland. There, the boy learned about the others that never grew up. The boy became friends with one of the Lost, and destroyed the evil that lingered over Neverland. That boy was Peter Pan, and...
