Peter Pan Imagines

Remember This Part 3

Dark, deep, cold, alone. I was alone again. It was darker than the forest last night, much darker. The shadows clouded my vision, it was all I could see.

It was all I could feel.

Where was this place? How did I reach here? Why was I here? A bright light then panned across my eyes; it was light, daylight. My eyes fluttered open and I was in a treehouse, a very familiar one at that.

"Hello?" I found myself asking more and more questions since I got here, must just be the nature of Neverland. "Is anyone there?"

There was no answer of course. I found myself in a rope hammock by the window with a few leaves scattered on my dress. As I looked up I saw a hole in the ceiling open to the morning sky. Tiny sunbeams pierced through the cracks of the coarse wood and shone in the red of my hair. It was calming, peaceful even, but I just had to find out how I reached here. I just hope it wasn't Pan who brought me here. Who knows what he has in store...

I jumped out of the hammock and saw that I was still in my nightdress and shawl. Embarrassing yes, but I suppose it was more convinient for light travel through the Neverland jungles than my winter coat. Across the room from where I was were a pair of brown leather boots. I approached cautiously, but I eventually found myself grabbing them and slipping them on my bare feet. Last night the ground had scratched and plucked at my heels so much so that they began to bleed. When I looked down at my feet I now saw no scratches or cuts. This was starting to seem like Pan's doing the more I investigated. It had him written all over it.

The treehouse that I had been laid in became increasingly more rickety and ragged as I had explored the abode. When I had started down the crude rope ladder, it had snapped in three places which sent me tumbling onto the ground. Thankfully when the rope snapped it wasn't high up, but landing on your bottom on top of a tree root was not very comfortable.

"Well then," I huffed as I rode to my feet. "Where should I head now? North?" My father had taught me a bit about directions and compasses. Without too much trouble I found the North direction ahead of me which seemed to lead to the deep of the forest. "Perhaps not..." I pointed myself to the South which was a considerably lighter path than the one through the deep of the woods. It did however seem to be too out in the open; I wanted to avoid Pan as much as possible at this point. The West held the sea, I must've been closer to Skull rock than I thought. The East held the cliffs, a lookout point for the lost boys no doubt. In the end I decided to head towards the sea, if anything it might help with my lack of food. I could fashion a fishing hook easily using a stick and one of my hair pins probably.

I started off in this direction and was making good time until I began to feel a bit queasy. "Maybe just from the salt water..." I convinced myself as I began to vomit. I grew weaker and weaker the more I walked until I had fallen down to the forest floor and began to sob uncontrollably. It felt as if my heart was breaking into a million bits. I couldn't move, I couldn't think; in fact, I found it increasingly harder to breathe.

"Why-" I breathed between sobs. "Is-this-happening-?"

"Oh love, I think you know." A familiar figure walked out from behind a tree. A sinister grin was spread across his face like a cat about to capture a mouse.

"You-!" My eyes widened. There he was, Pan, standing in front of me once again. He looked different than I last saw him, he seemed older even. Quite impossible since he doesn't age, but this aura about him told of a broken, cruel soul.

"Oh, so you do recognize me then," He chuckled darkly. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about this place."

"What did you do to me Pan?" I gritted my teeth as I spoke. The pain spread all over and caused me to tremble. A wildfire beneath my skin, my blood coursed with venomous hatred.

He sauntered up and crouched down next to my weak form. Pan held my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my head upward to look at his devilish green eyes. "You caused me so much pain when you left, now I'll give you the same. I've cursed you with a broken heart."

"But why?" I sobbed. The pain had gradually increased the more I tried to move. "If you ever loved me, you wouldn't do this to me!"

"That's just it, isn't it Nicole? Loved. I used to love you, but that's long been replaced with hate. It gives me joy to see you suffer."

"You monster!" I seethed as I pushed myself against a tree, breaking away from his grasp. "How-dare-yo......" My eyes rolled back into my head. The exertion from pushing myself to that tree had felt like a dagger being run through my heart. I collapsed again into a dreamless sleep, the effects of the curse taking over my body. Drained of energy, drained of my life force, slowly but surely,

Death began to approach

Pan POV:
I looked down at Nicole as she crept to the tree. What a pathetic wretch. Her eyes began to hollow once she leaned against the tree, her body became frail. Flashes behind my eyes recalled happier days, the bright days where nothing mattered. When hiding the truth was our hideaway. That damn brother of hers. It wouldn't have ended this way if he hadn't gone investigating. He was the hellfire that sent her away. He was the burning bridge between her world and mine. He was my best friend, my second in command. Michael Peregrine, my opponent, my enemy, the demon that afflicts me.

Nicole's crimson hair sparkled against the sun of the morning. Her face reflected pain and malice toward me, just fighting to stay alive. I couldn't let her die like this. No. She deserved this. I turned on my heels and was about to return to camp, but I turned around again and saw the air sink out of her lungs. She was losing, she was dying. In a mindless action I ran towards her and sliced open her hand with my dagger. I did the same to my hand as well. My blood trickled down in droplets to her wound and began to flow through her veins. The more I dropped, the more her face began to flush back with life. This all happened because my blood was the one of youth, life extending elixir.

She would have a slightly longer life, but the curse would still be upon her. I reassured myself that saving her life was not because I loved her, but because I wanted to see her suffer longer. I finally decided to bring her back to my tent, so I could watch the slow decay of her emotions.

As I picked her delicate sleeping form up, I smelt the familiar faint smell of lavender in her hair. This again sent memories of warm, happy days into my mind's eyes. A smile crept across my lips but I fought it. She was my enemy, my demon's accomplice, my bane's sister no less.

I disappeared in a cloud of green smoke back to my tent and set her down upon a pile of fabrics and pillows I had collected from Earth. As I set her down I was afraid I would break her, she seemed so fragile. Once she was in place, I cast a spell around the tent, she wouldn't be able to leave if she tried. Nicole would have to remain here as I watched her drawn out, painful demise.

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