No one knew of the girl that was there before Peter.
No one knew of the girl who brought him there.
No one knew of the girl who never grew up.
No one knew of the girl that loved her best friend.
Before you read this be aware I was in a huge Peter Pa...
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3rd Person:
John watched his sister bewildered, even as his own mouth began chanting the same thing, "I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!" the Lost Boys joined, even as the raging stormed blew harder and stronger. If you listened closely, you could hear the chant echoing across the entire globe, from the smallest babe to the oldest grown up.
The crew of the Jolly Rodger watched the children in a mix of horror, panic and fear. The children grew louder, wide smiles spreading across their faces. Slowly the bright, warm Neverland sun started shinning through the thick storm clouds, with the magic and joy the chant invoked, the storm was washed away.
Hook turned from the wheel of the ship, his eyes dark and blazing with wild anger, "He's alive!" he silenced the children, with his guttural yell. He stormed through the silent crew, "How is he?" he shoved some men aside, "What is he? You'll give us a final story!" he ordered, gripping Wendy's throat tightly. The children were silenced, Micheal and John gasping in fear for their sister.
"Once upon a time," Wendy choked out, keeping a brave face as the Captain threatened her. "Brutes! We're gonna get a story," Smee announced, causing the crew to cheer. They all gathered around, squishing the Lost Boys and Darling brothers, ready and eager for the story.
"There was a boy named, Peter Pan, who decided not to grow up- "Wendy stammered out around Hooks hand. She jumped with a gasp, as he slammed his hook into the mast by her head, "Skip the prologue" he whispered harshly.
Wendy's façade of bravery cracked, the fearful girl beneath peeking through, "So, he was brought to The Neverlands, where the pirates are," One of the pirates gasped, raising his hand excitedly, "Was one of them pirates called Noodler?" he questioned, causing Wendy to frown and slowly nod, "Yes." she choked out.
'Noodler' seemed delighted at this, looking at his Captain, "Captain, did ya hear? I am in a story." he barely finished, before the resounding crack of a gunshot, echoed over the deck.
Hook turned back to Wendy, seeming a little calmer than before, which only frightened her more. "What fun he must have had." he prompted her to continue, letting her throat go but moving his hook closer.
Wendy gulped glancing to the sky, hoping she would see a flash of green or blonde hair. But alas, none appeared. "Y-yes, but he was...lonely." she stammered.
Hook looked interested at that, glancing back towards the helm, "Lonely?" he muttered to himself, "He needed a Wendy." he glanced at the now trembling brunette before him, the wheels turning in his mind.
"I need a Wendy." One of the crew sighed dreamily, Hook was quick to silence him with a sickening crack of a gun. "Very exciting. Two dead already." Smee muttered, apparently to thin air.
The Lost Boys yelled out again, causing the crew to shut them up. Hook caged Wendy in against the mast, as if he hadn't just killed two of his own men, "Why a Wendy?" he wondered, seeming to be studying her.
Wendy frowned herself not seeming to know the why, Peter had Jezz, the boys and his fairies, why would he need her? "He liked my stories." she half guessed, as it was what first brought the boy to her window.
"What stories?" Hook questioned, a frown on his face. Still not seeing the appeal. "Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty." Wendy listed, carefully watching the Captain. Hook continued to frown, then a wicked smirk crossed his features, "Love stories." Slowly the answer began to click in his mind. It disgusted and delighted him.
"Adventures! In which goodtriumphs over evil!" Wendy said defiantly, the Lost Boys cheering her on untila pirate gripped Nibs roughly, though he shortly let go as a grape was flung athis head.
"They all end in a kiss." Hook sneered, then his eyes widened, and Wendy gasped, "A kiss. He does feel. He has a weakness." Hook grinned, slicing his hook through Wendy's bonds. He pulled her in front of him, "She told him stories. He thought her to fly." he placed his hook to her throat and leaned into her ear, "How?" he hissed.
Wendy struggled against his tight grip, trying to not let the sharp metal pierce her tender flesh, "You just think happy thoughts, and they lift you into the air." she said through clenched teeth. Hook gripped her hair, forcing her head back, "Alas, I have no happy thoughts." he growled.
"That brings you down." Wendy spat out, through the pain radiating in her scalp. "How else?" Hook questioned, moving his hook closer to her vulnerable neck. The Lost Boys muttered, "No, no Wendy." not wanting the secret revealed. When Hook yanked her closer Micheal yelled out, "Fairy dust! You need fairy dust!" he spilled, fearing Hook would harm his sister. "Micheal!" The boys all yelled at him, causing the young boy to look down in shame.
Hook chuckled smugly, yanking the young brunettes head to face him, "What of Pan? Do unhappy thoughts bring him down?" he questioned, another dastardly plot forming in his mind.
Wendy hesitated, thinking of the last time she saw the boy how utterly broken he seemed. Then the fact that Jezz was gone, Peter was definitely not in full form. But Hook couldn't know that "He has no unhappy thoughts." she said fiercely.
"Oh, we shall see about that." Hook laughed and dragged her to the plank, his crew happily cheering him on. Wendy had a blindfold shoved on, and her arms bound behind her back as she struggled to stay balanced on the plank. "You know, I really am terribly sorry about all this." he said insincerely, with a mock frown.
The whole crew gasped when the loud ticking of a clock, echoed around the ship, Hook shakily stepped back, wearily unsheathing his sword.
With all the commotion on deck, no one had noticed the familiar figure, standing at the wheel with a wicked smirk. A feathered hat perched on her head, and a bunch of grapes clutched in her hand. She looked up towards the rigging, before popping a grape in her mouth and biting into it with a cold chuckle.
