Escape to Neverland (A Peter Pan Fanfiction)

I Can't Do This

What Felix said didn’t really answer my question. I was still afraid of what would happen if Peter found out, was Peter really capable of doing what he said? As Felix and I separated, I decided to head to the bedroom to do some pondering on the situation. However, as I walked in, I stood still in complete shock. Standing right in front of me was a shirtless Peter Pan, I didn’t know what to do or say. “Uh…” I added as I awkwardly walked out of the room.

I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat down, what did I just witness? I closed my eyes, trying to erase the memory of Pan’s six-pack out of my head. What does the boy do, lift cannon balls?! Suddenly, a clothed Peter Pan (A/N: Awe;()  came out of the bedroom with a face that was as red as a tomato. He was so cute! “Gather around kids, I have today’s plan all set,” Peter boldly said. “Stephanie and I are going to visit the Indians to cure her wrist wounds. While, we are gone, all of you you should be on the search for my blade. Y’all know how much that blade means to me, whoever finds it first gets a special reward. Try to keep the place tidy.”

Just then, all the boys went on a frenzy for the search of peter’s missing dagger, how loyal. Peter grabbed my hand and said, ”C’mon Steph, we need to go before they turn this place upside down.” We speed walked out of the hideout and into the forest. However, Peter abruptly stopped walking. “Pete, what’s wrong?” Still no response. I gripped his hand tightly, hoping for him to come out of his trance. Fortunately, Peter shook his head and glanced at me. “Sorry, I thought I heard something, let’s keep moving.” I hesitated for a while, but then I kept moving. What was this sound that he heard, and why didn’t I hear it?

We kept on moving, until we came upon a village of Native American huts, this must’ve been where the Indians lived. We kept on walking into the village, until we were jumped by tribal men with pointy spears. We were circularly surrounded by spears. Without Peter’s dagger, we had no self-defense. I tightly hugged Peter and prayed for a miracle. “State your name and occupation,” one of the tribal men demanded. Peter flailed his arms up in surrender and said, “Peter Pan aka Pied Piper, leader of the Lost Boys and the boy who never grew up.” At that moment, it was my turn. “Stephanie Karnosh aka Deffle, fanfiction writer, fandom fanatic, Netflixer at heart, and a companion of Peter Pan.”

Even though they probably had no idea what Netflix was, they surprisingly let Peter and I through. “What was that all about?” I puzzlingly asked. “They’re high in security, but I know someone who can help us,” Peter retorted. We walked through the village, passing civilians as we went by. Some of them greeted us with a smile, while others looked like complete savages. After a few more steps, we came upon a large hut that towered the rest of the huts. “Ladies first,” Peter said as he lifted the curtain door and held his arm out all formal-like. “Age before beauty,” I roguishly acknowledged. Peter rolled his eyes and went in first. As I followed, the scent of a powerful spice entered my nostrils. The hut was quite small from the inside, it was lit with a few torches and it contained exotic furniture. “PETER!” a rambunctious voice called out. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”

Sitting on a broad chair was a large native man. His face was extremely scarlet, his eyebrows made a ‘V’ shape, he wore a feathered headdress, and his bulky arms were crossed. Sitting next to this man was a girl, probably my age, who also had on a headdress with one feather attached to it, olive tan skin, black hair tied into side ponytails, dark brown circular eyes, and an obnoxious look that made you want to beat her up. “Stephanie, I would like you to meet the Indian Chief and his lovely daughter, Tiger Lily,” Peter introduced. I knew there was something between Peter and Tiger by the way he looked at her, and my jealousy was getting the best of me. “My name is Stephanie, it’s a pleasure meeting you two,” I said as I did a little courtsey.

“Indeed. Now, why have you come? What do you two seek?” the Chief asked. Peter grabbed my wrist and gently rubbed the rope marks, “You see, Stephanie here was kidnapped by pirates. They tied her up pretty tightly, maybe too tightly, and hideous marks are left on her wrists. This isn’t something you just ignore, she needs help, preferably medication of some sort.” The Chief nodded and glanced at Tiger. Tiger nodded as well and disappeared out of the hut. “Tiger is getting a serum, this serum will need to be repeatedly rubbed into the wounds. It might take a few days for the wounds to heal completely, maybe even weeks,” the Chief explained. Hopefully my wounds don’t take too long to heal.

After a few seconds, tiger came back with a medium-sized blue container. “Here, try this out,” Tiger asked as he threw the serum into Peter’s hands. Peter uncapped the container which revealed a white pasty substance that had a nauseating stench. Peter dipped two of his fingers into the serum and tenderly rubbed the serum against the wounds. However, the serum made the pain of my wound worse and it felt like thousands of mini-tacs were being stabbed into my skin. I screamed in torment and forcefully pushed Peter’s fingers away. Peter closed the serum container and stuffed it in a bag he had with him. “It hurts...it hurts so much!” The skin around the wound started to blister, making the wound even worse. “The application will be very painful and it might look like it’s getting worse, but that just means that it’s working. You will need to apply the serum 2-3 times a day,” Tiger informed. Kill me now. “Thank you Chief and Tiger,” Peter praised. “Anything for you Peter,” the Chief replied.

Peter and I waved to Chief and Tiger as we exited the hut. But to be honest, I really didn’t like Tiger. The serum worried me, I would have to feel agonizing torment 2-3 times a day. “Steph, why so glum?” Peter asked as we left the village. I looked at him like I was a baby who just had it’s favorite rattle taken away. “Pete, I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this.” I felt like crying so badly, but I didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of him. “You can do this, it’s just a sting here and there, but you’ll be fine. I care about you and I want you to get healed. I know it’s scary, but you’ll get through this. I believe in you,” Peter settled as he caressed my cheek. I felt so comforted when he did that. I nodded my head, he took my hand, and we started walking. Although, as we walked, a question kept popping in my head, did he really care about me?