Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I lost my phone at the end of June so it was very hard to find time to log into a computer and continue writing. But I have another phone now so I will start updating again
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Peter stared down into the well as smoke began to form with a wide grin on his face. He then looked to Felix's corpse lying on the ground beside him and his grin got a bit smaller. He did mourn the loss of his friend and loyal assistant, but he knew this had to be done for him to be happy and his happiness was all that mattered to him. Peter suddenly felt a weird tingling in his body and blacked out right before Wendy woke up. Wendy woke up, confused and surprised to see smoke coming out of the well and Henry looking very nervous running away from the well as fast as he possibly could.
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Peter woke up in the back of the Dark One's shop only to see the Dark One himself, Peter's son, staring at him. He looked down at his hands. He was back in his own body! The curse had been enacted as he was back in his own body, so all he needed to do was get out of this situation so he could get to Wendy. He knew the Dark One was quite powerful, but no one, not even Peter's own son, could be more powerful than him. Peter stood up feeling confident with a grin forming on his face.
"Hello father." His son addressed him.
"Hello son. Look at you, you look quite confident that you can defeat me, Peter Pan. I thought you would know by now, Peter Pan never fails."
"Don't worry dad, I am quite confident you are powerless against me now."
Peter was confused, but willing to show his son that Peter Pan is never powerless. He put his hands out meaning to send his cowardly son flying into a shelf on the wall, but nothing happened. Peter was confused, nervous even. He looked down at his hands, astonished, then saw the black cuff around his wrist. Peter slowly smiled and looked up at his confident son. He then thought up something funny to say that would humiliate his son.
"A cuff to render me powerless. Well I guess you have won. Boo hoo for me. Oh wait! I made this cuff! And if I taught you anything, Rumple, it would be never to make a trap you can't get out of."
And with saying this, Peter ripped off the cuff and put it on his son. He then put out his hands in a swift motion and finished what he attempted before and sent his son flying into the shelf with everything crashing down on him. He then decided to show his son who had the power and proceeded to kick his son over and over until he couldn't take it anymore. A large smile formed on Peter's face as he watched his son be so miserable. Then Peter decided to put his only son out of his misery by taking the Dark One's cane and smashing it upon his head over and over until it bled so much, the crimson stains could never be washed off the floor. Then Peter, as happy as ever, left his only son alone to die.
