"NO!" I scream, kneeling down next to Slighty. "Slightly!" He rests back on one hand, still on his knees. Blood oozes from his chest, my dagger still plunged into him. My vision is blurred by tears and hazy from the illness, which I am positive I have now, after the hallucination. I grab a handful of leaves and press them against him, in a failed attempt to save my friend. "I'm sorry Slightly!" I yell above the pain of guilt searing through me.
"Don't die, please, Slightly, don't- you can't...." I whisper, resting my head in his lap. He rests a hand on my head, combing through my hair. "Don't leave me..."
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I should have died insted of-of her in the first place..." He says, his voice weak. "I'm going to do the right thing..." He taps me on the shoulder and I look up at him, my vision completely out of sincronisation.
I grasp my hand around the daggers handle and pull it out of his chest, slowly in hope he feels little pain.
"My lady..."
My sight clears, as if the whole illness has been lifted off me, and I realise, what ever Slightly gave me, it was the cure. Second, it wasn't Slightly I have killed.
It was Aiden.
Aiden. His thick brown hair tousled, his skin cut and bleeding as if torn by a thousand thorns. He lies back, rather casually for a dying man.
"My lady," He says so weakly I have to lean closer to hear him. "I want someone to know me, before I pass..." I also notice he has a missing hand, now a bloody stump. He would have died from blood loss soon, any way.
I sit next to him, knowing I can't make any effort to save him now.
"First, my hand." He croaks. "The crew... they turned against me, when they found out I wasn't stealing treasure, but information. They found out I gave them the same gold coins every week, claiming it to be from that cheast they found in a cave, a cheast I had planted there. I-I just stole the same coins from them and gave it to them again and again... for about a-a year..." His soft eye lids flutter shut, and I silently scoff at his secret, double life as a love-struck con-artist.
Then I remember my question, the only question I have, in fact.
"Aiden," I shake him lightly, "Aiden, what-what about the cure, where is it?"
He remains silent.
"Aiden!" I shake him harder, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Aiden!"
No response. With my vision clouded once again, I pick up the dagger and make another cut on top of my arm, because I realise Aiden was just as lost as the rest of us.
With my feet dragging behind me, I slump my pack over my shoulder and carry on walking, away from Aiden's body, away from it all.
"I gave... Lost Ones...."
Aiden, the brilliant, the evil, the cunning, the charitiable. He gave it to them, the boys driven mad with a longing to return home.
I clear my eyes and pound my feet into the ground. I'm going to save Peter.
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Wendy Darlin'
Fanfiction*second story in the Peter series* After Peter continues to haunt Matilda, she knows he needs her. Only things are changing in Neverland, and Peter is changing with them.
