Charlotte had only ever heard she was normal. When she lands on Neverland, it's no exception. She, like many others, is just another lost one. With one small exception.
Peter Pan, is anything but what he's supposed to be. He's rough edges, smirks an...
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We Must be Killers: Mikky Ekko
When I wake up, it's already dark outside. My body is sore, but nothing feels broken. Since Gregory wasn't simply dropping me on to the ground, I must've been healed by Pan.
When I feel my neck, touching the sore bruises, I realise he didn't save me. Not this time anyway. The lack of oxygen makes you feel crazy things. I'm lucky Gregory wasn't using his full strength, otherwise I definitely would be dead right now.
I wonder how late at night it is now, how close to sunrise. There aren't any tents to sleep in; most boys sleep on the dirt floor in front of me.
Since I didn't get to go to the funeral, I might as well pay a visit to the graves.
The walk is short and sweet, twisting and turning until the crosses are before me, freshly placed in the dirt. I sit down next to them, all identical. No way of telling James's apart of the rest.
I feel like I should be more upset. I knew him well. He didn't tell anyone when I killed Sam, so he technically saved my life.
Such a good guy. All he wanted to do was have fun, and stop those who caused trouble. Everything was a game to him, he even ran into a burning tent laughing. He ran to his own death with a smile on his face.
That said, I hardly knew the guy. His death seemed pretty instantaneous. How unfair that he suffered a hard week of his body actively destroying itself, and surviving, only to let a little fire destroy him a few days later. How unfair he died for Thomas, a boy who was essentially a corpse.
I'm not going to cry when I don't deserve it. I don't get to mourn a stranger.
Whichever grave belongs to Thomas probably should've been put up a few days ago. He's been long since conscious, and I'm happy I'm leaving before Harry gets upset about the whole ordeal.
A hand is on my shoulder and I spin around and Pan is behind me.
"Come with me." He says.
The choice isn't mine though. Before I can say anything he disappears, taking me with him. My body pops and glitches and I feel like my bones could explode.
When I open my eyes I see nothing.
His hands are covering them, reaching over my shoulders. Grabbing them I try to pull them down, but he keeps them firmly in place.
"Keep them closed." His voice comes from behind me. "Just give me one second."
The wind whistles in my ears, and I can hear crickets quietly chirping.
He removes one hand but continues covering my eyes, guarding me down into the thick grass. It tickles my knees, and I cross my legs so I can sit. When he moves my hands up to my eyes, he keeps them there before circling around in front of me and sitting down.
