Peter Pan~(Pans Never Ending)~

Untitled Part 11

"What plan? isn't it simple? just go to Neverland and save Peter?" Alicia asks.

"Not exactly baby. Neverland is not the happy place where you went to, its now darkened and dangerous. We have to prepare ourselves and get the tools we need to fight off the bad stuff."

"Well, I'm just bringing my FIRST AID kit and my pills."

"Bre. You need protection!"

"I have you dude!"

"Yeah I know, but just bring some knifes, rope, lighters...that kind of stuff. Oh and some warm clothes and I mean a LOT of clothes in case some are damaged. Blankets, food, water, sho-"

"OKAY! I get it Kai!" I scream.

"Good, now lets get packing." Kai walks out of the bathroom as we follow.

All three of us went into my room and I started packing.

"SHIT! Bre, I have no clothes! and I KNOW I wont fit you're clothes." Alicia panics.

"Baby, baby. Calm down. We'll go to your house and get some clothes." Kai takes Alicias hand and pulls her to the window while kissing her forehead.

"Kai, you're too weak to-"

"Oh shut it babe. I'm fine." Kai smiles down at Alicia.

"You sure you can do this?" I ask Kai.

"Yeah, besides Alicia still remembers how to fly right?"

"Yep. Don't worry Bre. We wont be long. Alicia smiles.

"Please don't be. I hate being at the house by myself." I quiver.

"Bre, calm down. Everything is going to be okay." Kai walks over to me and hugs me.

"I wont let anything hurt you." Kai releases then returns to the window, holding Alicias hand.

"You ready?" Kai asks.

"Yes." Alicia smiles.

With that, they left and I was once again left alone. It really was creepy at my house, it was almost too quiet. My cat Black Jack was in my room with me, he always follows me where ever I go. Always has been like that, like for example..in grade school, he would walk me to school every morning, making sure I was okay. Sometimes he wouldn't leave the school, so I would have to take him back home or he'd stay until I was out and we would walk home together.

I began to pack up. I packed my pills, fresh warm clothes, the FIRST AID kit, many bottles of water and food, many snacks that were manageable for the time being there. I knew that we weren't going to only stay for a day, so I packed a lot. Pretty much a suitcase filled with stuff.

All of the sudden my body froze and the backs of my hair stood strait up, I knew something was behind me, and I knew it wasn't a good presence.

"Going somewhere love?" A bold British accent came out from behind me.

I slowly turned around and gasped. I backed up against the wall as I dropped my things. I've never seen anything like it. Pete, He was completely different.

"Oh don't worry love, I'm not here to cause harm and ruckus, at least not yet. I just came to see what I was up against." Peter picks up my bag and looks through it.

"Oh lookie here. A lighter, I mean surly this will kill me right?" Peter laughs and crumbles it with his bare hands.

I was shaking and my eyes started to fill up with tears when I realized that this was the real Peter and that he was stronger than ever.

Peters once curly hair became a wavy dark brown, and he was more pale with a iridescent appearance. He became more athletically built and he was covered in scars and bruising. His eyes darkened and were now a dark green instead of his living emerald eyes. Peter's leaves covering him were darkened and seemed to be almost dead. His cuffs were gone, which meant that this is his darker self.

"You know, things don't have to be this way darling. You could always just come with me and then you and your little friends don't have to die." Peter walks around my room slowly as he stares intensely at me with a devilish grin.

"You won't hurt me." The words shake from my mouth.

"Oh really?" Peter flashes in front of me, pinning me against the wall with his knife to my throat.

"You really underestimate me love, with that kind of attitude, that will get ya' hurt." Peter smiles as he digs the knife deeper within my throat.

"If you want to kill me, just get it over with."

"Oh but you see love, Its all part of a game you see? killing you would be too easy. I mean look what I've done to you? all brittle and weak. Makes my heart just skip a beat from the excitement, don't you think? I did this to you, and I'm so proud." Peter laughs as he gets closer to my face but I turn away.

"You're sick." I mumble as I start to cry.

"Oh what is this I see? Tears? What? Can you not handle the truth? I mean common' dearie, did you really think I'd rather give up my life and home for just a girl like you?" How pathetic." Peter laughs as he lets go of me.

"Why are you doing this?" I continue to cry.

"Oh Bre, haven't you heard? Pan never fails." Peter glares and smiles.

"I'd definitely think about my deal, unless you want my boys to kill your friends. Id leave you to me, seems more enjoyable."

"They're your friends too."

"Nah I have my boys. Like I said love, think about your options carefully and know that once you're on my island, there is no coming out." Peter walks to the window.

"Oh yeah and Bre, one more thing. Here's this piece of tin you call a kiss." Peter throws the ring I gave to him when we were kids. He never took this ring off.

I cried harder as I picked up the ring from the floor.

"Lets play." Peters laugh echoed as he left my room and out the window.