Decadent Rose (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

He took one deep calming breath before slamming open the door and charging in, his whole body rigid with the anger he'd once tried to withhold. Pan didn't even glance up at him from where he sat on his plush throne-like office chair, staring down at some piece of paper in his hand, with his feet perched on the edge of his mahogany desk. Dillon growled under his breath.

"What the hell did you do to her, Pan?" He hissed, eyes alight with fury "What the hell could you have possibly said to make that poor, innocent girl out there freeze out on the World?" Peter said nothing. He didn't move, didn't flinch or show any sign he was paying even the littlest of attention to Dillon's words and so, with more determination than he'd ever recalled having, Dillon stormed up to his desk and ripped the piece of paper out of his hand. He slammed his fists into the desk, turning them red and bruised, but he didn't care. Emily, the girl who he'd known to be stronger than anyone he knew, was broken. His beautiful fighter was down and he knew, he just knew she wasn't planning on getting up again.

"Tell me what you did" He growled "Now!"

Pan looked up at him lazily and smirked, "My, my. It seems my dearest friend has taken a liking to our little guest, have you not?" Dillon's jaw tensed as he said nothing and Peter leaned forward, removing his feet from the desks' edge. "It's cute, really, but I can't help but wonder what you see in her? Is it her tenacity-?" Peter stood and paced about the room. "Is it her appearance? Perhaps it is the lost puppy look in her eyes?"

"Don't change the subject, Pan" he spat "I want to know what you said." Suddenly, Peter froze in his step and for a moment, Dillon thought he saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes before they were suddenly locked up and cold once again.

"I said the only thing that saved her from herself" Pan's voice was deep, serious and Dillon was shocked at the sudden change. "I told her that the only way to not feel the pain was to not feel at all. She's a quick learner, isn't she?"

"She's not like you, Pan" Dillon shouted, his voice reverberating off the walls. "She didn't have to become numb to deal with the pain. She was stronger than that, but you broke her. You broke her Pan." His voice was at a quiet whisper, too filled with sadness and weakness to be any louder and he found himself quickly growing tired of Pan's presence. Pan's choices. Pan's demeanour. Pan's life.

"You don't know her any better than I do, Dillon"

"Maybe. Maybe not. But I am the only one here willing to accept the side effects of pushing everyone away Pan, and that's you. She will become like you and I don't know if this World could survive that Massacre"

"She's not going to end up like me, Dillon" He smirked "She's not that lucky."

"Pan, I swear if-"

His words where waved away with one careless gesture. "She's stronger than you think; she'll fight" Dillon saw something in Pan's eyes then, something he hadn't seen for a long time, but just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. "She'll fight. I know it" Pan said with finality. There was a sudden lull in the conversation; Peter reaching into his back pocket for a cigarette, whilst Dillon stared solemnly at the ground.

"Do you..." Dillon swallowed the lump in his throat "...do you think she's really able to do it? To...to save Neverland?"

Pan grinned, brightening up his face significantly as he laughed through the silence. "I've never been more certain, Dil, she'll come through for us. Even if I have to make her." He winked.

"Don't hurt her, Pan. Please-" he pleaded "-can't you see she's been through enough as it is?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever asked her about her parents? Her home life? School life?"

"No, why would I care?" He scoffed.

Dillon sighed, running a tired hand through his shaggy hair before locking eyes with Pan for a few daring seconds. "Because you'll find out that you and her-" he cocked his head to the door "- are far more alike than you would ever admit. Scarily so. And because of what you said Pan, she's going to become like you; lonely, cold, ignorant to everything but power. The World might...No, the World won't be able to handle that much power released into it."

"She's not normal, Dillon" Pan blurted suddenly, a tinge of regret in his eyes. "She's not normal at all, and that makes everything a lot more difficult"

Dillon narrowed his eyes slightly "What do you mean?"

"She's something else entirely. I don't know what. My informants have only told me that a certain Moirai is looking for her" Pan smirked again, a contrast to his previous worried frown and Dillon couldn't help but frown in confusion. Pan's smirk widened "It's Lux, Dillon. Lux is the one looking for her. I think I'll have some fun this time-"

"Pan-" Dillon chided.

"Nothing terribly bad" he shrugged "Just a little warning perhaps. But anyway, we'll have to keep a constant look on the girl. You know what he's like"

"Yeah, yeah" he exhaled through his words.

"You should learn to not become so attached to Humans" Peter sighed as he brushed past Dillon, snatching the piece of paper away from him in the process and sauntered into the hall. "You should learn that History always repeats itself and that I am the only one here not willing to risk that"

Dillon sighed and stared down at the ground beneath his feet. He could never win. No matter what he did, he couldn't save Pan. He was right.

History always repeats itself.

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