Peter Pan The Killer

Chapter 23: Peter Pan's Upper Hand

It was here, the sound of the final school bells were like angels singing into her ears. Gwen stepped out of the school, relishing the beginning of summer. Pauline hopped into the passenger seat as they got into Gwen's car. Gwen wound down her repaired windows. She loved the warmth of the air.

"Let's celebrate! We're finally done with high school!" Pauline shrieked. Gwen whooped in return. She felt eighteen and ready to live her life.

They drove into the bright daylight, as Gwen ignored the gnawing worries for the day.

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Gwen stumbled into her apartment corridor and fumbled with her keys. The dim corridor light did not help her already drunken state. Pauline had dragged her to a bar after shopping. Though Gwen felt she was not that high when they left the bar, and even drove home just fine, the effects kicked in when she started up the stairs to her apartment. Shoving the key into the keyhole, she opened the door. She threw her bag onto the couch and stumbled into her bedroom. Her lack of awareness made her yelp when she saw Peter Pan waiting for her in her room.

"Been a while," she said, catching her breath.

It had been a while. After his sudden outburst, he had not dropped by for three whole days. As glad as she was, Gwen was perturbed. If his attention was not on driving her insane, he would most likely be going around killing children. There was also the fact that since his strange reactions, it drove Gwen more than ever to dig deeper into his secrets, despite his warnings of wanting to kill her.

Her priorities were messed up.

Peter Pan was sitting on the windowsill, arms crossed over his chest. Gwen, who lost most rational senses thanks to the alcohol, strode right up to him. The killer eyed her for a moment before dropping from the windowsill into the bedroom, his signature smirk displayed on his face.

"Been a while, indeed," he said, as he inched closer. Gwen instinctively walked backwards till her back smacked against the hard wall.

"Peter Pan," she said, she knew her mouth knew no boundaries once she was drunk. She was about to make a fool out of herself or get herself killed. Peter Pan arched a brow.

"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?" Gwen asked. The question came out of nowhere, even she was unsure. He tilted his head and stared her down, as if trying to see through her hidden intentions. Funny thing was, they were not any.

"What would you change about yourself, Wendy?" he said, throwing the question back at her. She pondered for a moment.

"I don't know about now... But if I could change my past self, I would make her more aware of the struggles others are going through... And save them, before it's too late," she said, words were pouring out of her mouth like water. She was speaking her mind. That would be a bad idea considering a murderer was cornering her.

"What about you? What would change? Something you've done, a flaw?" Gwen continued to ramble. Peter Pan stared at her, his green eyes unreadable.

"Your eyes are pretty." Gwen wanted to slap herself the moment the words came tumbling out. She was higher than she thought.

She saw his lips twitch, as if holding back a smile, but he maintained his unreadable expression. They kept on staring at each other for a long moment.

His eyes narrowed, as he spoke, "Everything. I want to change everything," he said in a low voice. She glimpsed vulnerability; this time, it was not covered up. He came closer still, her alcohol-scented breath mingled with his.

"You're drunk," he said as he smirked. Gwen did not respond. She was too caught in the moment to be sensible at that point. He was so close, she felt the familiar magnetism from days ago resurface, driving her to a frenzy. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as he stopped less than an inch away. All she could see were a pair of bright eyes.

Just when she thought he would pull away, he did not.

Gwen gasped as she felt cold lips press against hers. Her eyes fell shut, as his mouth moved against hers. She kissed back, her warmth thawing his icy lips. Her legs trembled at the strange sensation. She felt him take her chin in his fingers and tilt her head up as he kissed her even deeper.

Gwen, he is a murderer. Said the rational voice in her head, trying to peek out of the befuddled mess of her brain. However, the tingling sensations rushing through her veins drowned them out. Her heart skipped multiple beats, jitters ran down her spine.

How could something so wrong, feel so right?

They pulled away to catch their breaths. Gwen's eyes were still shut, as if trying to comprehend what had happened. She felt Peter Pan rest his forehead against hers, his breath now had a tinge of alcohol to its scent.
Gwen opened her eyes, she saw wavering emotions in his, yet he regained his composure soon after.

"Looks like I'm indeed winning," he whispered with a smirk.

"You will... Not win," Gwen muttered, but even she could tell how unconvinced she sounded. He brushed his thumb over her moist lower lip. Gwen shivered at the touch. The way his eyes followed made her quiver with excitement.

However, for a moment, she saw a flash of sadness in his eyes. He dropped his hand.

"You're right... Maybe neither of us will win," he muttered under his breath.

He left as soon as he said so, leaving Gwen behind feeling a myriad of emotions. At that moment, she knew, the rules of the game had changed and neither of them were in control of their pieces.