Peter Pan The Killer

Chapter 19: Peter Pan and The Bar Brawl

Belle tugged Gwen forward amidst the commotion and forced her to duck under the bar counter. Peter and Crocker had unleashed chaos as the men charged at them. They fired bullets. Peter as agile as a feline took men twice his size down with ease. She had never seen him fight before, but now knew Skul had trained him well. Whatever strength and skill the mad scientist had imbued into him was on full display. And horrifyingly enough, Peter was smiling, a mad glint in his eyes.

Crocker was the opposite, stone-faced but nailed every shot he released. Gwen had to think it was something to do with the ticking sound she heard. It was a strange tune that somehow turned Crocker into a precision shooter.

Watching the two of them fight was distracting. They were so cohesive, Peter tackling the men down with swift kicks angling them such as Crocker shot them square. Correction, tranquilised. She did not know when he swapped guns, but he was not killing them. Was he being merciful towards her?

The bartender begun dialing the police in panic. Belle swiped her bag, as did Gwen and rushed out the bar. The men had been taken care of, and Peter and Crocker followed behind them. However, just in the nick of time Peter's ears perked, she saw a flash of panic in his eyes. He tugged Belle and Gwen down to the ground before an ear-splitting explosion rocked the ground.

Gwen's face pressed into the dirt, her body vibrated with shock. She lost her ability to hear for a moment. She felt heat. Immense heat coming from ahead. She tilted her head and saw the flaming body of their four-wheel drive. Someone had set it aflame.

Peter stood up and helped Gwen to her feet. She was unsteady and leaned against him for support. Belle screamed a curse, but Gwen could hardly hear her. There was a ringing in her ears. Crocker was frowning, she took the slight display of emotion as a sign he was mad. Peter's eyes weren't on the car but on the two bikes that were speeding off down the road, the men who caused of the explosion.

"Croc, I want those bikes," Peter said. He was not smiling. Gwen knew he meant what she thought he did.

Crocker locked the sharpshooter in his hand. Gwen heard ticking. "Close her eyes," Crocker said.

The moment Peter's fingers pressed her eyelids shut, she heard two shots fired. Her hearing had returned enough for her to wince, Peter held her tight.

Those were not tranquilizers. He killed them.

Her blood ran cold. Peter did not remove his hand until she heard bike engines in front of her. Belle and Crocker had retrieved the bikes from the dead men. Gwen felt too uneasy to ride them, but what choice did she have?

"Let's get out of here," Peter said, rubbing Gwen's back gently. She nodded.

Soon they were speeding around a dark road. Gwen was vaguely aware of the two prostate bodies they passed.

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Gwen lost track of the time. They rode on and on in the secluded darkness, the only light coming from the bikes' headlights. She was holding onto to Peter, her cheeks pressed against his coat. A strange numbness encompassed her nerves. The mess that had started out of nowhere and ended so quickly. The byproducts, their vehicle destroyed and two men dead.

To think about the calmness of the three of them to kill without a second thought. It made her head throb. Peter used to force children to their dooms. Yes, it was horrible. However, the idea of him killing people directly filled her with more dread. Did he do her a favour by asking Crocker to carry out the deed? What if the next person in line of shot was James? She shivered at the thought.

A few moments later they had pulled up in an abandoned shack for a break. Gwen was sore from riding, and her entire mind was a jumble. She noticed the three of them did not look much better. They were weary, stressed at the change of plans.