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Chapter Sixteen: Behind the Mask.

Chapter Sixteen: Behind the Mask

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Peter's darkened eyes dart back and forth across the room behind squinted lids, glaring, and spiteful. When they land on the children and Sammy, he relaxes his tense, irritated posture into one of boyish ease. A small smile creeps onto his red lips, identical to one that a parent wears when their child is being ignorantly and embarrassingly sassy.

“A little late to be up, isn't it, kiddies?” he clucks his tongue, and flutters his lashes, “I think it's past your bed time. Come on, Kaytee, Love, let's leave them to their sleep.”

He beckons to her with an outstretched palm, and the woman whimpers, shaking her head, and clinging to her son. Sammy's eyes narrow and he pushes himself in front so he's shielding her.

“Everyone get behind me now.” Sammy orders calmly. “ Don't listen to a single word he says.”

The children scramble up off their beds and rush behind him, the bigger kids shielding the younger.

“Simon, Collin,” Sammy simply says their names and they apppear at his flanks, Simon on his left, helping hide the girl, while Collin focuses on the children. Kaytee knows she should turn around and calm the children, but she can't bare to look any of them in the eyes right now. Her clothes are torn, her lips are bloody, and god knows what her hair is doing right now. She'd probably just scare them more, honestly.

“What's this?” Peter, or whoever, feigns obliviousness, “Is it my birthday? Is this a surprise party? Really, you shouldn't have, not for little old me.”

Sammy decides to ignore the snide remarks and asks his own questions: “Where's is Peter Pan?”

The man in front of them laughs, throwing his head back. He rubs his hands together and then holds them out to his sides, bowing down, as if to say 'here I am'.

“In the flesh and blood.”

“Sammy's jaw flexes as the perky, shipper tone of the man's voice. It's mocking and cruel. Sammy despises it instantly. He repeats his question: “Where is Peter Pan?”

The man's sick grin falters slightly. “I'm right here, Sammy. Standing in front of you as we speak.”

The man takes a step forward, and bravely, and perhaps dumbly, Sammy does as well. Kaytee whimpers and tries to pull him back, abut Simon wraps his arms around her and keeps her calm.

Sammy doesn't back down. “Where is Peter Pan?”

“Stop asking me that, boy.” the man answers, his voice losing every ounce of sweetness previously owned his hands are clenching into fists “I am Peter Pan.”

They both step forward again. The distance is slowly diminishing. They are only four feet apart. A scary distance. Sammy feels nothing but hatred and a fierce protectiveness over his family, especially is battered and bruised mother.

Sammy repeats himself again, low, gravelly, warning, as if he's in on a little secret that the man is keeping, “Where is Peter Pan?”

“Stop asking me that!” The man booms out, his face reddinging in anger, “I am Peter Pan. I am Peter Pan!”