Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 17-The Peter And The Pan

I walked further into the room until I couldnt see the hall of mirrors where I entered. Or, they just dissapeared by themselves. I walked until my feet hurt, and I walked for what seemed for hours.

Then, I heard small whispers. I know too well from my past experience what is bound to come.
Save
Trapped
Gone
Lost
Beware
Girl
Silly
Faith
Gone
Think
Escape
Head
Please
Voices
Me
Kill
This time, the voice sounded like Allison's. Maybe this was what she was thinking. Although, all of her thoughts were in a jumble of words.

The sounds got louder. Like earlier, even when I closed my ears, I could still hear them. "ALLISON NO!!! PLEASE STOP!" I shouted when I thought she could still hear me over the noise of her scrambled thoughts.
"Please." I whispered preparing myself for what wss to come.
SAVE
TRAPPED
GONE
LOST
BEWARE
GIRL
SILLY
FAITH
GONE
THINK
ESCAPE
HEAD
PLEASE
VOICES
ME
KILL
The voice chanted.

Then, it stopped for a second and as though breathless, whispered,
Pan
That's Peter's surname as far as I know. I took my hands off my ears and stood up from my crouching position. In front of me, was Peter. He was dressed in the same outfit as I saw him in this morning...He looks he same... Yet, I feel like something is different. Were we supposed to find each other in the Looking Glass?

"Peter?" I asked catiously.
"Pan." He answered with a smirk. I began to walk toward him slowly. "What are you doing here? I thought we each had a section, and this is mine." He nodded and smiled, then he began to walk toward me.
"Of course it's your part. Yet, it is mine as well. You see, in Allison's life, we both share Allison's dark section. Her deepest secrets are kept in us. You are the Flare, I am her sacrifice...or the person after she made the sacrafice." By now, we were in arms reach. I stopped, so did he. Like a mirror image. I put my left hand up to check if he would as well, but he didnt. He raised his brow in question. I put my hand down quickly and smiled. Peter found me. Maybe we could go through this section together. I reached for his hand, "Let's go." I said.

He took my hand, and used it to pull me close to him. "First, this." He said as he leaned in. His lips collided with mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His rested on my sides. His hands moved upward soon enough, he reached my chest. I gasped.

He did not do what I thought he would, instead his hand went inside my chest. He gripped my heart and pulled it out. Pain coursed through my body. "Peter! What are you doing?!" I gasped. He smirked and let me go. I fell on the ground and yelped. The pain intestified. Sharp knives struck me everywhere. "Please...stop!" I coughed.
"Silly girl, I thought you were told to beware. Not to get attached to anything here. Now you will be lost and forgotten." Peter said turning my heart in his hand, examinibg it. "I am Pan. Not the foolish Peter that gave his heart to his sister to keep." Peter shook his head and chuckled. Then he put my heart in his chest and I screamed from the pain. It became harder and hit me with more force, each second like a wave rolling into a tsunami.

Pan smiled at me. My vision began to redden. He laughed. Then, he stepped close to me and knealed to my level. "You look beautiful...so beautiful when you are in pain." He whispered in my ear and lightly nibbled on it. Bad choice. I kicked him in the gut, and he fell over clutching his stomach in pain. I crawled over and stuck my hand in his chest, and when I felt my heart I pulled it out.
Pan growled when I put my heart back in my own chest. When it went back in and settled I gasped for air. Pan shouted and lunged at me, but I put my hand out and ice shot out. I froze him.
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It was hard to decide what to do, but I shouted, "YOUR NOT REAL!" A tear slipped out of my eye and I shattered Pan. When my hand collided with the frozen figure that I thought I loved, a pain went through my heart. I was about to kill Peter, yet not Peter at the same time.
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I watched as his shards fell to the floor. I stepped over them with tears in my eyes, and walked forward.
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The room became darker it darkened and darkened. I ran further and further. Thoughts of Pan slipped into my mind, but I warded them off. My heart didnt stop hurting. I stopped walking.
"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, ALLISON?! ARE YOU SATISFIED THAT I'M BROKEN?! WHY DO YOU TAKE PLEASURE IN MY PAIN?! HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY HEART FROM ME LIKE THAT?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears flew freely down my face. I was on the ground and on my knees. I had come to the end of my section because I hit a black wall when I stood up and walked forward in the pitch blackness. I slid down the wall and creid.

Not because of Pan, but because of the thought of having to run all my life while any other usual person only had time to fall in love, live life, and settle down. I screamed until I couldnt anymore, hoping Peter would come for me. Gradualy, my eyes shut and I didnt have the strength to open them again.