Cybomb One-Shots

Lost Boy (AU/SF)

Song: Lost Boy
By: Ruth B.

  There was a time when I was alone,
Nowhere to go and no place to call home,

  She held her head up, watching the blurred images of the world that she lived in swirl together.

  Living on the streets was 6-year-old, Cywren Caster's, beginning.

  She despised it in every way imaginable.

  My only friend was the man in the moon,
And even sometimes he would go away, too,

  Hunger chewed at her stomach as she felt the worries of the world rest on her shoulders.

  She had bright red hair that was tied up in two little pigtails, big blue eyes, and vision that was so terrible.

  She probably need some form glasses, but she'd misplaced them long ago.

  Then one night I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high,

  She looked up as a dark figured towered above her. 

  Probably another one of Butch's friends.

"What do you want?" Her high pitched voice squealed as the boy crouched down in front of her.

  He came to me with the sweetest smile,
Told me he wanted to talk for a while,

"No... I'm not," He said as she could make out the smile on his lips.

"Good... He's mean to me..." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm Cywren!" She piped.

  He said "Peter Pan, that's what they call me",
"I promise that you'll never be lonely",

  "Timebomb," He said with a grin, looking at her with a smile.

  She isn't totally blind, but it's still difficult and requires a lot of squinting.

  And ever since that day,

"C'mon!" Timebomb squeaked, grabbing Cywren's wrist and taking off towards the cafe.

  I am a Lost Boy from Neverland,
Usually hanging out with, Peter Pan,

  Timebomb and Cywren were having the best time of their lives. Running up and down the streets, playing pretend.

  Cywren would be a princess and Timebomb would be her knight in shining armor.

"Save me, Sir Timebomb!" She yelped with a giggle.

"The big bad dragon is going to get me!" She squeaked, looking at her little mutt puppy; Quasar.

  And when we're bored we'd play in the woods,
Always on the run from, Captain Hook,

Cywren was eight now. Leaving Timebomb being nine.

Her red hair was longer now as she sprinted down a dark alley, backing against a moldy brick wall with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"C'mon Red..." Butch howled, slowly walking towards the scared and cornered girl.

"Run run Lost Boy" they'd say to me,
Away from all of reality,

Timebomb walked around the corner, narrowing his eyes on the bully.

"Butch!" He snapped, gaining all attention on him.