NEVERLAND [discontinued]

Blood

Chapter 6: Blood

        "Wendy?"

        "Hmm?"

        "Don't you find it strange that we don't get anymore Lost Boys?"

        "Not at all John," said Wendy, giggling blithely. "You're worrying for no reason at all! I'm sure Neverland has just decided I have enough children. Who knows if I could handle any more."

        "Ah... yes. Of course."

        Suddenly they were interrupted by a young boy at the age of nine, waving his hands about like a lunatic, "Father's coming, he's coming!"

        John rolled his eyes at the child's antics and waved him over, "So? Does Peter not return every day before sundown without fail? What is so different this time?

        Danny stared at him with frightened eyes, "He's dripping with blood!"

        "And?"

       "Whaddya mean and? He's carrying a axe-"

        "An axe dear," Wendy interjected.

        "Fine! He's carrying an axe and is covered in blood!

        "He just went out hunting," John said, exchanging a knowing smile with Wendy. "It's fine. Peter's brought us some food."

        The boy paled, "We're going to eat that?!"

        Wendy frowned, her youthful face exuding disapproval, "Be grateful for what your father brings to the table young man! Or else it'll be the swamp for you tonight!"

        "N-no! That's not what I meant!" Danny shook his head forcefully. "Please don't make me sleep near the swamp Mother! The bugs'll half drain me of blood by morning!"

        Wendy gave a brief smile at his childish behaviour, before swapping it for a serious face, "Then what did you mean Daniel? Don't just make excuses for yourself."

        "I meant that Peter's coming with Nibs' head on his hatchet with his body dragging behind him!"

        "What?!" Wendy stood abruptly. "How dare you suggest such a thing! Your father is the kindest, most thoughtful man on this island and you besmirch his name like that? Shame on you! I have a right mind to throw you out-"

        It was at that moment that Peter stepped into camp, completely clean- save for the dirt on his feet.

        But -to John anyways- something felt... off. It was as if the smile adorning his face -the smile that Wendy oh so loved and was now fussing over- was dark. It brought to mind the few hours of captivity John had suffered on that blasted pirate boat. It made him think of many dark days in Neverland, and of the darker days to come.

        Yet, some part of him was unwilling to believe that Peter had done such a thing.

        Not even when he noticed the speck of blood at the corner of his mouth, that Peter's tongue quickly darted out to remove.

        But the murderous look in Peter's -no, it was no longer Peter- Pan's eyes when he saw the Lost Boys... Yes, that was what convinced John that Pan had lost his status as protector of Neverland.

         Pan was a destroyer, and he would not stop until he eradicated Neverland of its evils.

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woAH THERE PETER YOU BETTER STOP

you better not kill anything else you murderous little fuck

anyways stuff's fine i guess

idk man

whatever, you don't need a longass author's note, so yeah. here we go!

also, wow i'm sorry guys i have one chapter done ahead of this, so i decided i should probably publish this one.