His Name Was Peter: A Short Story

His Name Was Peter: A Short Story

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Isabel blankly stared at the brunette teenager in front of her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not one bit of his bullshit. Only a minute ago she was alive and now she is staring at a nerdy looking brunette boy hiding behind his glasses, claiming to be a death reaper. "I am being punk'd aren't I; will Ashton Kutcher jump out of nowhere and say I am on a prank show?" The boy gave her a puzzled expression. She just began to laugh, but her laugh lacked humor. It was dry like sandpaper. "Let me guess your last name is Pan." Peter grimaced at her snide comment. "No, it's not.This is not a joke either." His words were completely ignored by her sandpaper like laugh. "Wait. Are you going to fly me to Neverland with Tinkerbell." She joked. "Can I become a lost boy." "I hate you." "Why I'm lovely."
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(A Twist On Peter Pan) “I’ll kill you, you hear me? I’ll kill you!” My face was red as I fought against the ropes that bound me to one of the masts. “I’d like to see you try Alison, because you’ll fail. Peter has failed, and look at him now.” He gestured to Peter, who was on his knees and was getting punched and kicked repeatedly by a large group of pirates. “And why don’t we watch your precious Will.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at Will, who was suffering the same fate as Peter. “Oh and don’t forget about your dear little Lost Boys.” I heard a scream and looked at Aaron, who was being hit by a man three times his size. “Stop! He’s just a little boy, please. You have me, you have Will and even Peter; we’re whom you want. Just let them go, you’ve won.” I sighed as the wicked man grinned at me. “Very brave Alison, very brave indeed. Well men, she said let the boys go, so let them go!” He said and I went pale as I realized what I had done. “No! Stop!” I screamed but it was too late. I watched with tears in my eyes as a pirate picked up Aaron and set him on the plank. I started to thrash around in the ropes, and felt them loosen a little bit. Come on! “I never liked children.” Hook said absentmindedly as Aaron started to cry, and looked at me, and I smiled at him. “Think of the stars Aaron, think of the stars.” I whispered as his scream rang out through the boat, just as I broke through the ropes and attacked. Cover made by @Educated_Donut

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