After Pan sent his shadow to find Kaelyn and it came back with the location, he left quickly to find her and apologize, and hopefully bring her home. Once he teleported there, making sure he had a magic bean to get back, his clothes changed.
He was no longer wearing his jungle attire of ripped cloths sewn together quickly, and was now wearing a dark green t-shirt, dark jeans, and black sneakers. He cringed at his new clothing.
He followed the directions he was given by his shadow and soon found the house Shadow reported finding Kaelyn in.
"Are you the boyfriend that caused the abuse?" Felix asked when Pan knocked on the door. "Are you the one she calls Peter Pan?"
"Uh...yeah, I'm Peter Pan." He nodded not knowing what he was getting himself into. "Well then please come with me..." Felix led Pan inside and looked around for Kaelyn.
"Have a seat, I'll be right back." Felix pointed to a chair and Pan sat down. Instead of getting Kaelyn, he called the cops from another room. Minutes later sirens were blaring down the street and Pan covered his ears.
An officer knocked on the door and Felix came and answered it quickly. Pan got up when he didn't see Kaelyn with him. Felix and the officer spoke for a moment then the officer came up to Pan. "Hands on the back of your head and get down on your knees." He ordered.
Pan scoffed. "I don't take orders from anyone." He glared. "Where's Kaelyn?" He looked at Felix. "Resisting arrest isn't wise. Now this is your final chance. Hands on the back of your head and get down on your knees." This time Pan obeyed.
"Woah, where are you taking me?" Pan asked as handcuffs were slapped on his wrists and he was pulled up into his feet. "Jail. You'll be having a trial in 2 weeks to determine what happens to you after that, but as of now you'll be behind bars." The officer answered.
Pan tried to fight the officer, but wasn't able to with his hands shackled behind him. He was led away and into the back of the police car. He was utterly confused but didn't say anything to the officer who led him out, or the officer sitting behind the wheel.
Once they arrived at the prison he was taken out and had to wait to be registered. He wasn't very patient, and if he had his magic he would knock everyone out. One of the other prisoners in front of him tried to run off, and everyone else had to stand against the wall, facing it.
Pan didn't want to do that, and remained the way he was until an officer saw. "Hey! Follow orders!" He walked over and turned him so he faced the wall. Pan refused, and turned around again to face forward. The officer turned him again and pressed him against the wall until they were ordered to go back to what they were doing before.
Pan was rather annoyed with the officers. When it was his turn to be registered, they asked him his age and how to spell his name. "P. E. T. E. R... P. A. N." He spelled, rolling his eyes. "Im 17." He added on. "Are you trying to be funny?" An officer glared. "Your real name.." Pan scoffed. "That's my name. Peter Pan. I'm 17."
"Fine. You're older than 16 which means you're going to prison rather than just Juvy. That way." He pointed on a much longer line. Pan groaned and went onto the long line. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, Pan had to get his prints taken, and had to stand against a wall while they pat him down.
"What the f!ck?! Don't touch me!" He kicked an officer in the face. Two others came and pinned him to the wall, then got leather straps and secured him to the wall to finish getting checked for weapons. The more he struggled, the more they suspected he had something to hide and checked him longer.
"He's clear!" The straps were taken off and he was led into an interrogation room. An officer locked the door behind them and told him to sit. He didn't want to. The officer started asking Pan question after question. He answered only some, and everything was being recorded with a small box. The questions and the answers he gave were written on a piece of perfectly lined parchment.
"What were you doing at that house?"
"Looking for Kaelyn."
"Why were you looking for 'Kaelyn'?"
"Because..."
"What have you done to her?"
"I made her leave me and I want her back."
"In what ways were you abusing her?"
No answer.
The officer repeated the question and Pan shook his head. "I'm not answering that..." He mumbled, looking down. He abused her. He made her want to leave. Now this man thought he had the right to ask him why. He didn't mean to abuse her. He forgot she wasn't just like the Lost Boys. With the Lost Boys, they already had such crappy lives, that the way Pan treated them seemed perfectly fine. The officer wrote something down then looked at him again.
"You call yourself Peter Pan. Is that your real name?"
"Yeah...that's what I said, that's what it is..."
"You don't really think you're Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up and can fly?
"That's exactly who I am. If there was magic here I'd prove it to you."
The officer rolled his eyes. "You're really not helping yourself, you know that?" Pan shrugged. "So can I see Kaelyn now?" He looked around. "You'll be seeing her in 2 weeks, when you have your trial. You're being charged for harassment, abuse, and stalking."
"Harassment? Stalking? What?" Peter tilted his head. "Yes. The person who called reported you were trying to harass Kaelyn. You found their house." The officer explained. He finished the interrogation, then led Pan into a cell and undid his handcuffs. It was going to be a long night.
