The Disney Adventure (Sequel to Neverland's Magic)

Chapter 15: Interference

        "Look at the trees... Look at how the sunlight just filters through the leaves..." I murmur, holding my hand up, sunlight beaming down upon me. "Don't you just love how pretty it looks?" I turn my head from my position on the ground, glancing over at Peter, who looked asleep, his eyes closed. "Fall asleep, did you?" I giggle and play with his hair somewhat, trying to wake him up. "Peter... Wake up." I teased. There was no reaction. "Peter?" I sit up, leaning over him. "Peter, come on."

        In all of the time I have known Peter, he was never a heavy sleepier. I got out of bed, he woke up. I moved in my sleep, he woke up. Even when I say something in my sleep, he'll wake up to listen to me sleep-talk. 

        "Peter, wake up." I say, tapping his cheek. His nose. His mouth. I then pushed on his chest, "Peter, get up." I push again, but he never responds. "Peter!" I shout, panicking. "Why won't you wake up?" My eyes sting. "Peter!"

        "You must think, your powers can benefit everyone." I scream and turn around, rolling on the grass which suddenly became cold, hard steel. My Neverland garden changed and morphed into a dark and cold room, barely any light, like we were in a basement. I glanced back behind me, and I saw Peter, strapped to an examining table. I cried out and got up trying to tug at the restraints. "All you had to do, was comply. All you had to do, was use your power with us." It was the voice again. I don't turn around though, I had to get him free. I had to get Peter free. "Stop, it's of no use." I tugged at the restraints. My fingers caught no edge to them, no grip, no loose end. 

        "Come on..." I whispered, making my fingers bloody as I rubbed the skin raw.

        "Stop."

        "Come on!"

        "I said stop!" A hand suddenly gripped my arm, spinning me around until I was slammed onto my own table, restraints slapped down upon me. Bright lights were flashing in my face as incoherent voices floated around me. I saw a scalpel then, shiny and new, right in front of me. A name tag was on the surgical coat. "You have such a pure heart. You will help many. I just wish you could've been alive to see the good a fairytale can do to the world." And then the scalpel came down, pain seering into my chest.

Third P.O.V:

        Walt Disney stepped back from the girl sleeping on the surgical table. He rubbed his face, not caring about the blood that had gotten on his face. The tracking implant was now in her arm, and the monitor near her heart. Her memories were too strong. 

        He growled in frustration and threw off the bloody gloves, screaming in the metal-walled room. "How does she have more power than me?!" He screams, swiping the tray of instruments onto the floor. "Mickey!" The door quickly opened and the small boy entered, eyes blank and cold. "Get the boy out of here. He is causing too much interference with her memories." He ordered and the sound of squeaky wheels was the only answer. The only other sound other than Disney's heavy breathing. 

        "Sir. The council is waiting for you." Minnie was suddenly beside him and he nodded, pushing his hair back up and out of his face as he stripped off the coat, revealing his suit beneath it. 

        "Thank you." Walt murmured, fixing his tie as he left the room. Minnie's eyes traveled to the captain's daughter, seeing that she was having a nightmare. They always did. Everyone that was in here. Minnie reached forward and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. Her expression softened as the girl's face became soothed.

        "There you go. Better dreams. He is okay. Just unconscious. Sleeping. Like you. He has not been harmed. None of them have. Someone was here for you. Someone by the name of Felix, I believe."