Peter Pan Imagines

Remember This Part 8

Through the woods I walked; one step, two step crunching on the leaves of the shady glen. The drum of my thoughts was settled by this rhythm. It was funny to think that just a few weeks ago I had settled my mind on the London pavement instead.

I breathed shallowly, why was I going to this training in the first place? For all I knew this was a second, no third, maybe fourth trap that he set for me. All of which I foolishly fell into without even a question. Perhaps I should use this time as my escape, yes it would be put to better use there, but if I had any training whatsoever in dagger fighting I could fight my way out.

Despite all the rescues, I was still intensely distrustful of everything Peter said and did, but I had forgotten that I was now his equal in age. When I first came to Neverland, I was sixteen and he stopped aging around eighteen, but now two years later I was eighteen as well. I couldn't be treated like I was younger or more naive any longer, I was just as much an individual as he was, and he couldn't change that.

I clutched my makeshift dagger of glass and sticks in my hand and ran towards the cliffs. I now was just as able to fight, just as able to run, and just as able to survive.

"Pan." I breathed as I reached the top. "I'm ready to train."

A puff of green smoke appeared a few feet in front of me, revealing a bloody and beaten Pan.

"Train?" He winced. "I'm surprised you actually showed up instead of running off again."

"-Running off?" I growled. "Just who do you take me for? A coward?"

"Desperate to get off this island." He grimaced as he clutched at the gash in his waist. "You're as desperate to pack up and get off Neverland as those damn soldiers, only that they're after you."

"After you waged war, you violent son of a-"

"Just shut up Nicole!" He sunk to the ground as he bled out onto the rocky cliff. "Just..." He breathed. "...find some dreamshade."

"Why the hell would I help you? You've tried to kill me time and time again without mercy." I scowled. "Sit there and rot Peter."

I glanced over at the cliffs edge as I turned, there lied the vines of dreamshade flowers glimmering in the afternoon sun. They were so easy to obtain, just a bush a few yards ahead. They were almost too easy to grab...

"This is a trap." I exclaimed

Pan looked up at me with pained eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm badly wounded, don't you see?"

His side did look pretty believable, the gash bled as you would expect.

"No. As soon as I grab those flowers, you'll throw me back into a cage and lock me up forever. Is that what you want?"

"Nicole, this is no time to argue! I can't feel my legs anymore!" He pleaded.

"Do you swear this isn't a trap?!"

"I swear on my mother's grave!"

"You don't have a mother, Peter." I snarled.

"ITS A GODDAMN EXPRESSION NICOLE!" He yelled as he tried to put pressure on his gash.

I sighed, I knew I couldn't leave him like this. "If I help you, I want my freedom Peter. No cages or servitude to your horrible lost boys."

"Fine!" He growled. "Now please put the flowers into my wound."

I hesitantly snatched the flowers from the vine and placed them on his chest, rubbing them into his blood as he wailed. I stepped back and wiped the blood onto the rocks beneath my feet and waited patiently.