Peter Pan's looks are deceiving

Part 3

The lost boys and Peter Pan led me into a warm room furnished with thick,fur blankets warmed by a crackling fire. More lost boys were rolling rambunctiously around the room, laughing and joking around. The moment I stepped into the room the picture of a crying Tinkerbell flew out of my head as I welcomed the feeling of home that washed over me. I was shown where I was to sleep which was a pile of furry blankets messily rolled into a ball. I unrolled the mass of blankets and made a sort of 'bed' to lie down on for the time being.

I had just relaxed into my bed when a boy walked up to me and introduced himself to me as Francis. Francis had black hair and emerald green eyes that twinkled with laughter. His face was unblemished and could only be described as beautiful. He looked to be around 9 years old, younger than me by a year. I asked for his second name but apparently you toss your second name away during a ceremony because the name was given by your parents. I asked him whether I would partake in such a ceremony and he said that my ceremony would begin as soon as the sun sets tomorrow. The sky turned black as night descended upon the 'Hanging Tree' and the boys started to get ready for sleep. Some boys though, decided to go hunt and play outside proclaiming that they need no sleep. I myself was exhausted from the long day that had taken place and was eager to fall asleep. As sleep took me, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Peter Pan carrying a curved tool that glinted in the dark light.

I awoke to a smell that wafted in from outside the tree, my stomach grumbled as I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled sleepily outside. I saw Peter Pan and Tinkerbell standing at the front of a line of hungry boys, serving them eggs, bacon and a liquid I couldn't identify from this distance. I queue up at the back of the line when a boy pushes in and chaos ensues, the world slowed down for me as I saw a lot of boys turning on him. The boy who pushed in was immediately ganged up on and was clobbered by the other boys until his body was black and blue. Looking on in horror I screamed at them to stop, only to be silenced by their feral snarls. I looked over to Peter Pan and Tinkerbell pleadingly but I was only met with a smiling Peter Pan and a Tinkerbell that averted her gaze from me. The boys beating him up had moved onto using stones to cut into his face, legs and arms. The boy's screams were ones of agony and pain as the boys continued their torture of the boy. The boys assaulting the boy were merciless and were more savage than any animal I had seen before. To witness a boy being tortured over something as small as pushing in line was just too much for me. My feet began walking forward automatically and as I got closer to the boy on the ground, his head swiveled towards me and I saw Francis' green eyes staring into mine causing me to leap into the fray with no hesitation.

Blows rained down on my head as I picked Francis up and forced my way out of the fight. I tried to run as fast as possible while carrying Francis but I knew that the rocks they held were already being aimed at me. I laid Francis down on the ground as quickly as I could and covered his body with mine bracing for the barrage of rocks. Suddenly I heard a sound like no other. It was a quick, whooshing sound that sounded like bells. Turning around I was met with the sight of the rocks being frozen in midair. I looked over to Tinkerbell as she dropped the rocks to the ground and flew over to me. She reached Francis' battered body and as I asked her if there was any way to help him, before my very eyes she healed his deformed body and mine as well.The lost boys looked on in surprise as Peter Pan sauntered over to us with the demeanor of someone going for a stroll. He leaned over and stroked Francis' head with an eerie smile on his face. Standing up he cleared his throat and announced to the boys, "Boys, I know we all love a little scuffle every now and then but if you do it again you'll be severely punished." What didn't terrify me were his words or face but what froze me in place was the deranged look in his eyes that disappeared a moment later.

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Part 3 and still going strong guys yay!!! Please comment, vote and whatever, with the comments try to make them as hilarious as possible. I think that every time I write a part I'll give a shout out to the person that wrote the funniest comment and when this story ends, the funniest comment ever I might (key word being might) write something that they want me to write provided I know what it is and I feel comfortable writing it and whatnot. Anyway I wish you guys a happy day where Jon Snow is alive and happy and becomes the king!!!!! I want to thank Marcostick for editing anything I write even if he is really harsh *wipes tear away and shivers* 

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