Neverland

Prologue

PROLOGUE 

"Peter?"

"Peter Pan?"

I am beginning to think my plan worked too well... What would my boss say? He wouldn't forgive me. I would be severely punished. I then hear a groan somewhere under the debris.

"Are you...Alive?"

I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips. Someone is alive, obviously, but who?I brush off the dust and dirt from my clothing, just in case it is him. I take out the matches in my pocket, and throw them as far as they will go.

"I'm so sorry", the words come out in a rush. "It's all my fault, right from the beginning". I suddenly start to feel guilty. What if ?I killed them? All of them? I imagined dead bodies buried under the bricks, tree roots, tree bark, rugs, and many other things.

"Who are you?", Peter Pan said fear rising in his voice. He was finally able to free himself from the debris.

"I'm"-I stop myself. Who am I really? I can't remember. I just remember the time I've been in Neverland. "It doesn't matter who I am to me, but it seems to matter to you. I'll tell you the one thing I remember. We used to be friends", Somehow I managed to pull a small desperate smile.

"Do you-do you remember me?", I stammered quietly. Peter Pan takes a long look at me. He comes up to me, and pulls off me black hood that was covering my face.

"You!", Pan whispered trying not to sound surprised. "I had my doubts about you, but really you would?", Pan indicates to the debris surrounding us both. 

"Even some of the best people get power struck",I say guiltily.

"Power struck? Power struck? How could you have been power struck from a bomb?", Peter Pan yelled angrily.

"It wasn't the bomb that power struck me", I said simply. "It was the person who told me to use the bomb".

"WHO TOLD YOU TO USE THE BOMB?!?", Peter Pan boomed, trying to demand the answer out of me.

"My boss did", I said turning to leave. "He told me to do everything from the beginning".

"WHO IS YOUR BOSS?", Pan boomed again.

"If I tell you then that takes away the fun of guessing", I muster up another smile, pull out the pin in a grenade, and throw it squarely at Peter Pan's chest.