Twisted Fairy Tales: Wendy

Chapter Six

Peter continued running towards the road, but threw a look over his shoulder to see how close Wendy was. When he saw her still standing at the window, his step faltered.

That's all it took.

In that moment, a police car was speeding around the corner. Inside it was a man and a woman, arguing passionately. Fearfully. Their disagreement was so vehement that neither of them were paying much attention to the road ahead of them, where a young boy who had been running for his life stumbled on to it. His head was turned away, over his shoulder to the window he was running from, and the man and woman were turned to each other. Nobody saw it coming.

Nobody except Wendy, that is.

Of course, this was not an event that she had orchestrated, but simply a bout of good fortune for her, misfortune for everyone else involved. And although this was not planned by Wendy, it would be an untruth to say that it was not her fault. For, inside that vehicle was none other than Ken Carson and the young female detective who had been assigned to follow Wendy some time ago.

The detective had been consumed by her guilt about her lie, her previous confidence withering away until she felt compelled to do something about it. To ease her guilt she decided to check up on Wendy, maybe do some additional sleuthing, just to confirm that there was not a single chance that Wendy could have been the killer.

When she arrived at Ken's mansion and snuck into the maid's quarters, she could plainly see that Wendy was not there. She quickly searched the room, and had almost given up hope when she found the loose floorboard under the bed. A sharp tug revealed a collection of vials of liquids and bags of powders, each labeled with the names of poisons. The detective was shocked at first, but that quickly turned into panic as she realised that a serial killer was on the loose, and it was all her fault.

We don't completely agree with her on that point. Sure, she had the opportunity to catch and stop Wendy once and for all, which could have prevented many deaths, and sure, she let Wendy go free rather than admit that she had fallen asleep, but we all make mistakes sometimes. We are human, after all.

Well, most of us are at least.

Either way, Wendy and even Cindy could have been prevented if Edward had simply decided not to build them, or if Ken hadn't offered to fund them. But we can certainly all agree that most of the blame rests on Barbra's shoulders.

So as the detective sat there blaming herself for allowing Wendy to continue killing, we can confidently say that not everything was her fault. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way.

When the detective left to go hunt down Wendy and bring her to justice, she ran into Ken, and briefly explained the situation to him. He promptly demanded that she take him with her, and since she was in too much of a rush to argue, she accepted.

As they sped to the house of the final surviving boy, where Wendy most likely was, the detective explained what had happened in more detail. She admitted that yes, she had fallen asleep while watching Wendy and then had lied to cover it up, and that it was this lie that provided Wendy with an alibi, eliminating her as a suspect.

Ken began to yell at her, and they both became quite agitated. Neither of them were paying much attention to the road.

Neither of them saw the boy stumble onto the road, his eyes on the house behind him. His head jerking towards them, headlights illuminating his face. They didn't see him.

Until suddenly it was all they could see.

It was over in the blink of an eye, one second the boy stood frozen in place, seemingly staring directly into Ken's eyes, and the next he had flown over the roof of their car, landing crumpled on the street behind them.

The detective slammed on the breaks with a shriek, but it was too late. She and Ken rushed out of the car to see what they could do to help, but it wasn't much.

Peter's right arm was limp, bent in unnatural directions with bone shards poking through the skin, and his legs were splayed, blood seeping through his jeans. Most concerning of all, however, was the angle of his neck, and the clear fluid draining from his ears.

It was a horrific sight.

Any normal person would be appalled to see it, but not Wendy. In fact, she was pleased, or as pleased as a robotic doll could be. This made her job much easier. She watched from the window as the scene unfolded, and after determining that nobody could have survived that impact, she slipped away into the night.

We don't know exactly why she left right then or where she went, but we can only assume that since she felt that her job was complete, she went to go find Cindy.

Meanwhile, Ken and the detective were panicking. They didn't know what to do with Peter, as close to death as he was, so they called an ambulance and waited anxiously. When the paramedics arrived, they rushed him to the hospital, where he underwent many intensive surgeries to attempt to save him.

Luckily for him, he survived, but barely. His right arm was destroyed beyond repair and had to be amputated, and he had limited motor control in his remaining limbs due to the severity of his spinal injury. He also had a severe concussion, not to mention all of his serious internal bleeding, and extreme psychological trauma.

In short, Peter would never be the same carefree young boy again.

And Ken? Well Ken had felt so guilty afterwards that he couldn't close his eyes without the image of Peter's lifeless body burning into his eyelids. He rode in the ambulance with Peter, and when he heard that Peter would probably not make it, he called Edward. Edward immediately started working on a way to help Peter, and quickly invented new technologies to support Peter's broken body.

By the time Peter's arm was amputated, Edward already had a new one ready for him. When he needed a device to prevent the blood clotting in his brain, Edward made one. And when Peter needed to have part of his face reconstructed, Edward used the life-like fake skin and bones he had created for the dolls to help.

Without Edward, Peter would not have survived. Of course, without Edward, Peter's life would never have been in danger in the first place so...

Well. It was not quite the redemption that Edward was seeking. 

You may wonder how this ends for Peter, if Wendy ever found Cindy, and what became Edward and Ken.

Their story does not end here. You may wish it did, and in fact there is a simple solution to that problem. Just stop reading. You don't have to continue to carry this burden, you could put it down and walk away right now. In a few years you may even start to forget about this tale, its characters will no longer haunt your dreams and you will begin to feel safe again. Of course, we do not encourage this kind of reckless ignorance, but it is always an option.

Just beware, the story does not end here.

Until next time, dear reader.

Until next time.