Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 17-The Peter And The Pan

"Whatever you do, dont let go."

Said Peter before taking my hand as well as Jace's. Malia reluctantly took my hand at which I smirked. Peter grabbed my other hand. "What about Felix?" I asked Peter quietly. "He isnt comming with us. He will stay here to take care of the Lost Boys." Was his answer.

"Alright!" Peter shouted over the wind. "We are going into the Looking Glass." Peter opened his mouth as though to continue when Malia decided to be an idiot and (very loudly) asked "What?!" I scoffed. Peter smiled lightly. "The Looking Glass. We will find Allison's memories and thoughts there. That way, we will be able to vaugly see what she plans to do." Answered Peter calmly.
"Now, as you already know, you must hold hands. Faith-" He turned to me. "Do you still want to go? Because you are the Flare, it will be excrusiatingly painful for you." I looked into the distance. I thought about the pros' and cons'. If I we could save Allison and possibly me, I'm in. "Yeah. I will do it." I answered nodding. Peter inclined his head in acceptance.
"So, now, I would like to warn you all...
Up is down.
White is Black.
Right is Left.
Good is Bad.
Dark is Light.
Roses are Weeds.
Real is Fake.
Dont get emotionaly attached to anyone or anything in the Looking Glass. No matter what you see, keep moving. I will not be with you, but you will need to heed my warning. Remember what I said. Find whatever information you can, find Allison herself if you can. You will know when it is time to leave....Join hands and hold on as brother and sisters..." At that, Peter's eyes changed color into a bright yellow and he bagan to chant, "Shrugd furtget monkafe cfgest gruteteth gasdemkapf-"

Pain spread through my body. My heart squeezed and I felt as though it was being ripped out of my chest. My hands burned, byt when Malia's grip loosened, I squeezed her hand harder. I cried out in pain and shut my eyes. Then, my vision blurred and I felt myself fall. When I looked for Peter, he want there. Everyone was dissapearing, and I felt myself slip away as well.
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I woke in what seemed like a hall of mirrors. My head pounded. I heard random words spoken.
Pain
Flare
Fire
No
Brother
Sebastion
Sister
Love
Gone
Dead
Many of those words swimmed around in the air. At first they were whisperes. Then, they began to get louder. I pressed my hands to my ears in attempt to shut them out, but they continued. I sat in the gloomy hall of mirrors alone with my hands covering my ears.
"Please stop!" I shouted and gritted my teeth.
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The sounds only stopped when I screamed "ALLISON!!! PLEASE!" When they did stop, I found myself gasping for air. My chest felt tight from the screaming.

I stood up even though my legs ached. In fact, I felt extremely hot and feverish. Yet I still walked on while using the mirrors as support.
Why am I doing this?
I thought. Peter's voice didnt answer like it usually did.
I dragged my feet on, and I was surprised when I cooled down with every step. My feverish feeling slowly tuned down.
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I was soon able to walk without the mirrors to cling on to. I walked into many in the process, turning my self around was quite a challenge.
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I stumbled into a dark room after what seemed like centeries of walking.
Dark is Light.
I remembered. Suddenly, lights flashed on, and I was no longer possitioned in a dark room, instead I stood in a completely white room.

"Mother!!!! Mother!!!" I heard a child shout. Considering the tone of her voice, she was happy.
Then, I saw the child.
A little girl with dark hair ran out of what looked like a forest. She had flowers in her hair. I heard her shout 'Mother!' again.
Out of the forest ran a boy. Not just any boy, but Peter. He looked slightly younger than he does now. "I will get you. little princess!" He roared in a deep voice. I smiled as the young girl ran to her mother who was sowing with another little girl who looked alot like Malia, except in a smaller and prepubecent version.

"Allison! Please slow down, child! What is the matter?" The woman that seemed to be Allison's mother asked sweetly. When she looked up and saw Peter, she shook her head while chuckling quietly.
"Ohhh, I see. You would like me to save you from the horrible monster!" Allison's mother laughed.
"Let us see then...Goodness, it is a ferocious beasty indeed! Where did you aquire this...this...Peterosaurous?" She asked while pretending to observe Peter. Malia scoffed in her chair, Allison giggled, and Peter did a twirl as if to show off a new article of clothing, and then followed the twirl with an animal-like growl. Allison was laughing quite hard now.

Then, Allison put her hand on her mother's chair to steady herself, when it lit on fire. Her mother jumped up quickly, and Malia screamed. Allison gasped because in her hand she held fire. Peter ran over to her and told her to calm down and all would go away. It did.

Allison's mother proclaimed that Allison had just committed witchcraft.

The thoughts that swirled inside Allison's head were sad, especially for a child her age. Peter assured her that everything would be fine.
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The image of the family faded, and I stood there watching as it did. This was Allison's first simptoms of being the Hell Hound. This was a sad memory indeed.