Peter Pan The Killer

Chapter 11: Peter Pan Returns

She was standing at the centre of her highschool field. Wind made the familiar green dress flutter around her. It was prom. The distant sound of the party was not present this time. It was just her, the wind and...

She felt an arm wrap around her waist; it pulled her close. Glancing up, she met the beautiful green eyes of the lost boy.

"How about a dance, Wendy?" He said as he twirled her around and they moved to an unheard tune. But as she spun the scene changed.

Now she was standing in the rain. She heard gunshots. She heard screams. They sounded like Pauline's. Gwen frantically searched for its source. The walls began closing around her. At the far end of the alley, a shadowy figure stood. She could not discern who it was, but the ominous feeling made her suspect.

Skul.

She pressed her hands against the walls trying to stop it from closing in on her. Before it did, the scene dissolved yet again.

Now she was in her bedroom. It was empty. The window was open. She looked out of it hopefully.

Where are you? She thought. Then she felt a pair of eyes on her. She turned around.

Gwen opened her eyes. The sensation of being watched did not cease. Hesitantly, she sat up and like a habit, her eyes drifted to the window. Her mind was still stuck in her dreams, unfocused. She blinked twice. An obstruction to the moonlight. A shadow. Then she saw them.

Bright green eyes.

No, this is a dream.

"I'm back."

The voice sounded like music to her ears. It felt real. Then again, she had heard his voice time and time again, only to realize they were hallucinations. Was this real? She stood up hesitantly, staring at the shadowed figure before her. The next moment, he stepped off the windowsill and closed the distance between them.

"Peter..." She whispered gently caressing his cheek. She felt sparks and gasped. He did to. He was here. Really here.

They had reunited at last. Her heart swelled, enormously till it was ready to burst.

The warmth from her hand, seeped into his skin. He placed his hand over hers and leaned into her touch. She smiled at the gesture. Her fears of not being significant enough for him to remember, had vanished. Here he was, as gentle as she remembered.

A sob was choked at her throat, "I missed you..." Her voice cracked.

His eyes widened. Dropping his guard, it surprised her when he enveloped her with a hug so fierce. Her heart soared, heat coursed through her veins. The desperation and desire was synonymous between them, she could not help the tears that rolled off her cheek as she returned the embrace.

"I missed you too, Wendy," his voice muffled as he buried his face into her neck.

They stood by the window glistening under the moonlight, savoring the warmth and comfort. Holding on tight, hoping the moment would last forever. She held on for dear life to make sure he would not escape from her grasp again.

They pulled away for a moment, still wrapped in each other's arms but now she could take a better look at him. He looked tired, but there was a glint of relief in them and something else. Something deeper, vivacious and it mirrored hers. Then there was pain.

"You shouldn't be here," he said. Gwen placed a finger against his lips, shutting him up.

"Don't you dare! I stole a car, almost met into an accident and jumped out of goddamned bus to get to you! Don't tell me otherwise," Gwen snapped, the way she used to when he pissed her off.

Peter stared at her with wide eyes, blinking a couple of times, before his signature mischievous smile spread across his face. Oh, how she missed that obnoxious look. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, before pulling Gwen's hand away and pressing his lips to hers.

His kiss swallowed her gasp. It was urgent and passionate. They were pressed so close to each other, her fingers ran through his blonde hair. It had grown out a little, she thought to herself, as she twined her fingers in them. They broke off for a moment, breathing heavily. Their warm breaths intermingled.

He stared at her silently for a long moment, running his thumb over her lower lip. Then pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry," he said, in a strained voice.

"For what?" Gwen whispered back.

"Everything..." He murmured.

She was confused as he let out a frustrated sigh and pulled away from her. He sat at the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his hair. Gwen came over to him and placed both her hands on his cheek, forcing him to look at her.

"Why are you apologizing?" She questioned.

"Why shouldn't I? After all I've put you through," he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her gently onto his lap. His hand brushed over the bandaged section of her arm.

"You got hurt because of me..." he said, worry laced his voice.

"But I chose to," she replied. She pecked his forehead. His eyes held a confused almost innocent look in them.

"I'm not letting you slip away like Anna, not letting you hurt alone. I'll be there for you, no matter what. I told you before, I'm not making the same mistake twice," she said, leaning forward once again to kiss him.

Strangely, he was not as responsive. His lips moved against hers, but they were colder. Something felt off. She pulled away and realized his eyes had clouded over.

"What's wrong?" She whispered, staring into them.

His hand brushed her arm, fingertips sliding down the length, to grasp hers at the end. Gwen felt a shiver. A shiver of fear. His hands were cold in hers, as if her warmth was not working.

His eyes downcast, he spoke, "I'm sorry, Wendy... But I don't know if being with you will fix me..." he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She sucked a breath. The eyes bore uncanny similarities to the haunted and threatening persona he took on months ago.

"Or break me beyond repair."

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