Neverland

chapter II

There are often times I look at the stars and dream of a better life.  Don't get me wrong, I know it could be worse, but I feel like nothing can compare to the feeling of being completely abandoned by your family.

"It's been years since I've seen him.  Why am I upset about this?"  I mumbled, sitting on my bed with my feet on the wooden floor.  With a sigh, I looked away from the window.  I brought my knees to my chest, and I hugged them tightly.  It was like if I let go everything would fall apart.  It was five minutes later when I brought my left hand closer to me.

When I was younger, green sparks appeared when I held it out or I examined it.  I know now that it was just a kid imagining things, because there are few people with magical abilities.  They all share a bloodline in common, and I was sure I wasn't connected to it.

But then I could've sworn I saw green appear around my hand.

"What the?"  I questioned, "How is this possible?"

"Your mother, Peter."  Mr. Smith said from the doorway, making me jump.  I moved my hand, and I let my legs go.  My feet touched the floor again as I gave him a confused stare.

"What do you mean?"  I asked, hoping for answers for once in my life.

Mr. Smith sighed, that pitied look in his eyes once more.  He walked over to the bed and sat next to me.  "Peter, your father wasn't a good guy before you were born."

"Duh."  I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"Let me finish."  He said in his classic scolding tone.  "He was never loyal to those he loved, he killed, and stole from any ship he could find.  Almost caused my death, once."  He said, and then he bit his lip.  "However, your mother is worse."

"is?"  I asked, "My mother is dead."

"People wish your mother was dead."  Mr. Smith said with a singular chuckle.  "The mother you knew was not your real mother."

"So my father-"

"Your father had you with a different woman.  His wife found out, and the townspeople learned of this a few years later, when you were a young boy.  The townspeople disliked your mother, but hated your father for being as disloyal as ever.  Sometime after everything went out of control, your mother killed herself."

Holy shit.

"Wait, but then who is my real mother?"  I asked him.

"She is..."  He started, but he hesitated.  He opened his mouth again, but then there was a loud crash coming from downstairs.  His eyes met mine, "Stay hidden."

I nodded, and then he left the room.  I stood up, and silently followed him.  I stood close to the top of the stairs, and I saw Mr. Smith being confronted by two guards.

"Queen Everwood demands the boy named Peter."  the one on the left declared.

"We know he is here, so hand him over and your life will be spared."  The right one added in a tone just as formal and frightening.

"There is no way I'd give you the boy.  Not even if it means being sent to the Forbidden Lands!"  Mr. Smith said, his voice trying to copy the guards'.

Ignoring the comment, the right one said, "If you fail to give us the boy, it will cost you your life."

"I told you."  he said, "You're not getting Peter."

What happened next was what made time slow down for me.  I saw the left guard pull out his sword, and stab Mr. Smith below his ribs.

"Ross!"  I yelled, and I froze.  Both of the guards looked at me.

"Peter!" Mr. Smith said, catching the attention of the guards, "Get your ass out of here!"

I nodded again, and I ran up the few stairs I had climbed down before.  I soon found myself back in my room; the only exit was the window.  I opened it as quickly as I could, and I stood on the window sill.  At this point, both guards were up the stairs and entering the room.

Jump.

That one word flooded my mind, my instincts then controlled me.  I jumped from the window onto the single-floored building next door.  I looked back, and I saw one of the guards standing on the window sill.

"Get your ass out of here!"

I quickly turned, and I ran to the other edge of the roof.  I found a way to climb down, and I didn't stop running until I became tired.

U N E D I T E D

A/N

Okay I have to admit something.

When Mr. Smith was stabbed, I was so close to having Peter yell "Dad!" instead of "Ross!"

But I wasn't in the mood to cry so....

I assumed you didn't really want that?

Also, I have up chapter 3 written already.

As well as another 'The Memory of Father' chapter.

Which would you rather read first?

Because I'm fine with typing up either.

One is shorter, and the other is pretty cool?

Lastly, I'm gonna start putting music box stuff (because it's cool/creepy) to kind of add to the story in a way?