Metanoia - Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter Forty Eight

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WARNING: This chapter includes violence.

"The fairies are aware we have the upper hand if they infiltrate our grounds to attack." Peter Pan explained as they stood at the cliff at the back of their camp, his vision set firmly on the Pixie Hollow tree from a distance. "Anything they attempt to do from their vicinity will be a futile attack on our grounds. They have to be drawn to fight here."

"James's giant bubble head currently bleeding out in the meds room doesn't say so." Sam muttered under his breath.

"How exactly do we draw them to our camp then?" Metanoia asked, squinting her eyes with the Lost Boys as they all scrutinised Pixie Hollow.

When Peter did not respond straight away, everyone slowly turned their heads to inspect him warily. Their guts churned at the sight of darkness taking over his eyes, and the cruel upturn of his lips. It brought him no joy for what he was about to do, but if the fairies wanted to play that game, then he would be sure to win it.

"We flush them out."

"What?" Jacob deadpanned.

"What do you mean 'flush them out'?" Felix queried suspiciously, but Denzel shoved him lightly.

"Shh, whatever it is, it's gonna cause them pain, and I'll here for it." Denzel smirked sadistically.

"You seriously need help. No, for real - the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Elijah asked him incredulously.

"Won't that ruin Pixie Hollow's landscape, Pan? The very same landscape you've been dreaming of having for centuries?" Theodore questioned perplexedly, dubiously gazing at his leader and completely disregarding the small feud happening two feet away from him between Denzel and Elijah, with Sam eyeing them with an intent to blow Denzel down with one insulting comment that he was slowly cooking in his glorious mind.

Pan shook his head gently. "I have Queen Clarion's powers now, and can revive Pixie Hollow and fix any damage that befalls it."

Raising his hand in the air slowly, which earned the attention of the bickering boys, the demon accumulated the clouds in the sky so they were solely fixated above the Grand Tea at the centre point of the island, before he gradually lowered his hand, right at the exact moment the rain poured down in heavy showers over Pixie Hollow.

It was as though they'd been dunked in ice-cold water as they heard the chorus of screams of horror coming from Pixie Hollow. Metanoia's ears ticked upon the realisation that Peter's use of the element of water was deliberate. He'd drenched their wings so when they have no choice but to evacuate their homes, their wings would be useless to use in battle. They can't fly. She couldn't help but gaze at Pan in awe; the way his mind worked was truly exceptional. Horrifying, but exceptionally so.

"They're headed out of Pixie Hollow. Now's our chance." Pan declared, and the Lost Boys did not need to be told twice. Fanning out, the boys were off on a mission under strict orders from Pan to catch the fairies, not kill them. Theodore lingered with Peter and Metanoia for a moment, wondering to himself when things had gotten this ugly. Jeremy and Charlie were casualties in a war they never asked for, James was badly wounded and in what Elijah, the best medic among them, called a coma, and Denzel was talking about Wendy once again, knowing full well it was a sensitive name which Peter forbade everyone from uttering. There really was just one common link among every disaster befalling them, and that was Metanoia. Theodore hated to admit this to himself, and he would never voice his thoughts aloud, but he was also tired of everything falling into chaos at an alarming rate.