O'Children (A OUAT Neverland Fanfic)

Chapter 13:Wren

"The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable."

- James A. Garfield

"The fact that I must ask this question in the first place concern's me. And it should concern you all as well." Peter's voice huff's, crossing his arm's as he begin's to pace back and forth.

"Where is Jane?" He howl's through clenched teeth. He stop's in front of a stocky male, inches taller than himself. "Felix, I had asked you earlier to keep tab's on her," Peter pauses, nearing closer to the boy. "When was the last time you saw her?" He demand's, in a sharp tone.

Felix keep's his chin high, weary to make eye contact with Peter.

"When last I had seen her, she was sobbing to her eldest brother, Pan." Felix hissed, putting emphasize on his name.

"When?"Peter demanded once again, shoving Felix. He only stumbled back slightly. This brought Felix to make eye contact with Peter, his hard gaze piercing Peter's.

"Two night's ago." He explained, swallowing. Leaning closer at Peter, he seemed to be calculating something, confusion clear on his face.

"P--Pan. If I might speak freely--" Felix began, quickly interrupted by a raspy voice.

"What." Peter spat, eyebrow's furrowing.

"Your--Y-You-- have hair above your lip." Felix spoke, mouth slightly ajar. He attempted to straighten himself, but his voice never ceased to shake.

"What?" Peter's eye's widened, as he was obviously taken aback. He raised his hand, pressing a finger above his lip. He frowned, feeling the slight prickle of hair. Panic began to set in.

"Find that whore-- bring her to me!" He shouted, hands curling into fists.

He raced off to the heart of the forest, headed toward's the tree's, desperate to be alone. If only he could comprehend what was happening.

His heart was pulsating at a million miles a hour. He knew he would start to age, but this was arriving much to fast. Avoiding it would take wit and determination. It was just his luck that he had both of those things.

If only he could pin point Jane's location. Why. Why was the word that was constantly pressing at him. He couldn't place his finger on what he had done wrong. Everything he had done, he had thought through carefully. She should be on her knee's begging for his love.

Shouldn't she? Wasn't that how girl's worked? He wasn't quite sure. But this never ceased to trouble him.

He was decaying. If he didn't get his hands on her soon enough, he'll disintegrate into nothing but bones.

He stopped abruptly, feeling the gnawing prescence of another. It was not a threatening atmosphere, so he tried to ignore it.

Leaning against a tree, he rested his head against the bark, shutting his eyes.

He had never felt so lost, so troubled. Is this what women did to you? If so, he was glad he wasn't truly infatuated with her.

Crack.

The sound of a twig snapping echoed throughout the heart of the forest.

He opened his eye's, alert, but not worried.

Before him stood a lightweight lost boy, small in comparison to Peter's great height.

The lack of light left the figure unidentifiable, but it was obvious by their apparel that they were a lost one.