Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #16- Target Practice (Peter Pan)

I wake up to the warm aroma of bacon sizzling over an open fire. I inhale deeply, allowing the delicious scent to enter my lungs. This action only made my stomach grumble in protest even more.

I moan, sitting up in my cot, letting my legs dangle loosely over the side. I slip my bare feet into my hiking boots and trudge outside sluggishly.

“Good morning,” I hear Peter say from his log. He was sharpening a dead branch with his dagger. The small shards of wood fell like feathers to the ground in a little pile on the forest floor, “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” I reply, my voice hoarse from sleeping, “How long have you been awake for?”

“About two hours. That’s what happens when you’ve got an island to run.”

I nod understandingly and slump down next to him.

“Is that bacon?” I ask, pointing to the fire pit and sniffing once more. Cameron, one of the Lost Boys who had a thing for cooking, was pushing something in an iron skillet.

“Yup.”

“I haven’t had bacon since I was home.” I mutter, barely audible as the horrid memories of my past flooded through my brain.

Home. Or at least it was until a year ago. My mom died of breast cancer, and my dad thought that the only answer was alcohol. He became an alcoholic, going to the local pub every night with his ‘friends’ and coming home as a completely different person. He would take his pain and emotions out on me and my two older brothers, Jack and Lawrence, beating us until we were numb.

We got smarter, though, and hid in our rooms when he arrived, his face red and his stride shaky and uneven. But our dad did too. Every night he would choose one of us to beat up. And he normally chose me.

That’s how Peter found me. I remember that night vividly. I was sobbing, my salty tears mixing with my bloody gashes from where my dad had hit me with a random hard object in my room. I had cried out my window for help, and he came and rescued me.

And the sad thing was my life had been absolutely perfect just one short year earlier. No. Scratch that. This year has felt like an eternity.

Every day I feel a pang of guilt in my chest for my brothers. Pan couldn’t bring all of us; I had to choose myself over Jack and Lawrence. I still wonder to this day what my dad is doing to them.

“KELLI!” Peter snaps in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

“Wha?” I ask, most likely with a dumb expression on my face.

“I asked if you wanted some bacon? It’s ready.” He says, tossing me a piece. I eat it greedily.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” I ask in between chews.

“Most likely some training.”

“Ooo! Can I come?”

“You?” He laughs, “No.”

“Why not?” I whine.

“Because, you’re a girl. You can’t possibly train without getting hurt.” He says, laughing once more before returning to his bacon.

Talk about being sexist.

“Really? That’s the best you’ve got? I used to go hunting every weekend with my dad when I was younger. And I used to wrestle my brothers all the time. I’ve only been on this island for about two weeks, Pan. You barely know what I’m capable of.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can handle this. Remember, Kelli, this is Neverland.”

“Oh come on! Please?” I beg, trying my best to pout and put on puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, fine,” Peter groans, and I do a mental victory lap, “But if you get hurt, don’t expect me to ‘come to your rescue.’”

“Thanks, Peter!” I say, embracing him in a big bear hug.

He sits motionless for a bit, surprised by my sudden move. I pull away to see him flash a quick smirk at me.

“BOYS!” He yells so loud birds fly over our heads.

All of the Lost Boys come out of their tents, some racing each other and others just barely walking.        

“Training today! Go get your weapons.” Pan instructs.

I poof myself up my old bow and arrow and a clean pair of clothes. I lightly run my finger over the wood, remembering each little nook and cranny. One little chip sticks out, though. It was when my dad carved a ‘K’ in it when I was little. A huge lump forms in my throat but I quickly push it back down.

Peter sits back down next to me and stares at me intently. He shifts his gaze down to my bow and then back up at me.

“You’re beautiful. I mean, it’s beautiful. Your bow.” Pan stutters, rubbing the back of his neck. Wait, what did he just say?

“Thanks.” I blush. But his words still linger: ‘You’re beautiful.’ Where did that come from? I mean, sure, I thought Pan was cute and all, but I never thought of him in that way. I just brush it off.

Once all of the Lost Boys are ready, we head out into the forest. When we step out of camp and into the dense woods, it’s as if someone turned off a light switch. That’s the funny thing about Neverland: There’s no track of time. Normally the forests are all about night-timeish.

We tread through the dim woods, an occasional crow cawing over us. It sends a cold shiver down my spine, and I firm my grip on my bow just incase something were to happen.

The Training Area comes into view, and all of the Lost Boys go over to their stations, chatting and laughing with friends on the way. I choose the last target and set down my equipment, neatly lining up my arrows on the plush, green grass.

Pan comes up from behind me and monitors what I’m doing curiously.

“Umm…can I help you?” I ask.

“No. I just want to see if you are as good as you say you are.”

I roll my eyes behind his back, then stand up with my bow in my right hand and an arrow in my left. I put my feet into the proper placement and get into position with my bow firmly in my hands. I slide the wooden arrow in it and aim just above the bull’s eye like I was taught to do. With one deep breath I focus and let the arrow go. It flies with a quick whoosh, landing straight in the center of the inner circle. Bull’s eye.

I put on a smug smirk and turn towards Peter to see his mouth hanging open in astonishment at my accomplishment.

“Better close that or you’ll catch flies.” I mock, and he quickly closes it. But his eyes remain wide.

“H-how’d y-you—“ He stutters in disbelief.

Boys. Always underestimating a girls’ power.

“I told you I could hunt. You just didn’t believe me.”

“Well, that’s because I didn’t think you’d be good.”

“Looks like you were wrong then.” I snicker.

“I guess so.” He smiles.

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