Decadent Rose (ON HOLD)

War of Blood I 7

Peter
“-I’m so lost” The words reverberated in his head, bringing strength back to his previously limp limbs as the darkness that had began to encumber him slowly started to peel away, leaving in its place a thunderous headache. His eyes fluttered open with little encouragement, but he still lay sprawled on the pure white ground as he waited for feeling to reach his toes and fingertips. She’d said the words, albeit, not in the perfect situation, but she’d said them none the less and Peter felt an actual grin lighten his face at the thought. His plan could finally begin. The spark of hope that alighted in his heart seemed to brighten his view of the World and strengthened the power coursing through his veins.

“Emily” His voice sounded hoarse and rough, even to his own ears as he pushed himself off the ground and onto his feet. She turned at her name, shock evident in her eyes. “I think I made a bad first impression to your parents” His back ached and he swore he felt a tiny trickle of a warm liquid slip down the back of his neck, but he ignored it as he straightened out his clothing and sauntered closer to Emily. Her parents watched, rigid with anger, as he moved gracefully, not even sparing them a glance as he passed them. “Like I said, who would yo-“ He stopped as she ran the rest of the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug. He was stiff under her sudden hug and felt his mind collapse as all thoughts evaded him. Peter, for what seemed like the first time in his life, had no idea what to do.

“You stupid idiot” She said, her voice muffled by Peter’s shirt “I thought you were dead”

“Not even if you wished it, love” He murmured back. Her parents cackle brought him out his reverie as he grabbed her arms and unwrapped them from his waist, pushing her away as he turned to face them once more. They were doubled over in laughter and Peter fought back a look of confusion as he found himself advancing on them.

“Peter, Peter, Peter Pan. Always a boy, never a man. Heartless is he, just to survive. So close to death, the boy is alive. Always alive. But not for long” Casey sang as she giggled like a five year old and danced childishly around Trevor. Peter knew the song well; he also knew that only him and two other people in the World could possibly know that song. One of which was sat sulkily in his house. The other, a girl he vowed never to see again.

“How do you know that song?” He growled as he moved his hand behind his back and silently wished in his head for a rapier sword, adorned with a pirated skull head on its modest silver hilt. He forced his mind to concentrate on the details. The lightness of the silver steel, the detailed curled hilt lightly touching his hand, the glass pirate head ornamented on the hilts head. He stifled a smirk as he felt the cool metal touch his palm and he automatically tightened his grip. Emily stood slightly behind him, her shoulder gently nudging his as she shot him a worried look. Peter winked reassuringly and turned back to face her parents, sword still shrouded from their view.

“That song” Trevor sighed “It’s been hidden for so long, hasn’t it Pan? Hidden in your memories.”

Casey chirped in “I quite like it, it’s very catchy” He clenched his fists tighter around the sword as she began to hum the tune again.

“Would you like to know who told me, Pan? Whose knife now sticks thoroughly in your back?”

“I’m fairly sure you are going to tell me anyway”

Trevor smiled “I’ve never known a little girl to have such power over someone before. But none the less, your traitors name is Darlin, Wendy Darlin” Peter gasped, but found himself not at all surprised. He shouldn’t have expected anything more from her. He shouldn’t have ever thought he could trust her. Images of her curled hazel hair and compelling blue eyes flashed in front of his mind; the way she never walked, but always seemed to skip gleefully like the World wasn’t just black and white. The way his name on her lips gave her such power, he would’ve done anything for her. And he had done.