Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 9 - Giants, Wizards and Elves

You know the feeling of a bad headache, right? It's like someone's bashing a large, sharp rock into your temples repeatedly and won't stop. Multiply that by 10 and replace the rocks with knives. Then imagine this exact amount of pain, except in your arm. Just above your wrist, but reaches right below your elbow, like someone's slowly dragging a dagger up your arm but decides to stop bellow your elbow. Then just when you think it's over, only a few moments later they drag the dagger up your arm once again, only this time they push it in deeper.

That's how I feel right now. The small cut on my arm has scabbed over and even the scab is black. Long black veins run up my arm but abruptly stop when they reach my elbow. The pain is bearable in that specific area, but the rest of my arm hurts like a bitch.

Pan has decided to be less of an ass for now. He's always asking if my cut is healing alright, but I never let him check on it. One, because he'd make a big deal out of nothing. It's not that bad. I'm sure Hook was just trying to scare me when he said I'd die. Two, because all of my scars are still visible underneath all the black veins. They used be a light shade of pink, barely noticeable. But it seems the veins have changed them to a sky grey colour.

Some information I've picked up over the last few days,

- Pan is only an ass when his eyes are black with a dot of yellow in the middle.
- Pan is an absolute cutie when his eyes are pure green.
- You know Pan needs to be calmed down/comforted when his eyes turn cloudy grey

So basically, Pan is a bipolar 'sometimes asshole'. Sadly enough, his typical state of mind is his 'I hate everything and everyone, cross me and I'll stab you' state. People like Felix (and sometimes me) are the only ones who can see him out of this state, but sometimes even we can't control the venomous side of Pan.

"Scar! Come over here! We found another bunny" calls Oscar, giggling madly while pulling at my arm. I smile at the small boy, dragging myself up off the seat.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming now" I smile, chuckling lightly. Who knew this small boy could mean so much to me. I don't think I ever described Oscar. I might've, but who knows.

His hair was cut short, stuck up in random direction and he loved it when people ruffled it or put feathers in it. If you ask him, he says he want to be like Dylan when he's older. He says he wants to have blue hair and he wants to be big and strong. But he also aspires to be like Arthur. Smart, cunning, charming and a list of many other traits every boy wishes to have. He, much like Dylan, has loads of muscle.

His eyes where a shade of seaweed green and reflected sunlight, making them sparkle with happiness and excitement. No matter what the situation, he always brightened the mood. Hidden behind those eyes where a certain feel of loneliness, but it was always in hiding because he was too busy bouncing up and down while cheering the alphabet. He was honestly the most pure, innocent, loopy and determined boy I've ever met. No matter what he done, he done it with pride, happiness and joy.

"Look at him!" giggles Oscar, pointing at the tiny, fragile, brown rabbit as it casually hops along the waterside.

Oscar had decided earlier on that he wanted to go and see the small river that flows at the outskirts of camp. I happily agreed, excited to spend more time with the small boy.

"Isn't he adorable!" he states, staring dreamily at the chocolate brown rabbit.

"He's gorgeous" I smile at the bunny, then at Oscar who's grinning from ear to ear.

"Can I keep him?" he asks, approaching the small rabbit. It doesn't take much coaxing, as it seems to take a liking to him.