The universe works in strange ways, though to Mara, these mysteries aren't much of a mystery cause she's seen it all. She's experienced all the beautiful things it created only to snatch them away from her. All the pain and hate that came with it, and the losses that were endured.
What a cruel life, right? To have to suffer again and again until all hope is lost. Until you give up.
Except for Mara, giving up is not an option, certainly not when you've spent 3 years of your life locked up behind bars for the attempted murder of your boyfriend and unborn child. And definitely not when you've survived 6yrs of abuse, along with the first 5yrs of your life filled with neglect. Ha! There was no way the universe could top that! There was nothing else to destroy, cause she had absolutely nothing left.
Well, she did have nothing back then. Now, she's not quite so sure; Does he count as something?
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'We're all angels, Mara. Except we don't have wings to help us fly. No, we only have ourselves to depend on. And all it takes is enough strength to climb out of this hell, and reach our own personal heaven' He whispered those words into the night, the cold air rushing from between his lips and onto mine
' we're....we're '
' Fallen angels ' I mumble, mesmerised by the grey storms trapped in his eyes.
' Yes. Yes, we are. And baby, my heaven is not up there with the rest of the angels. It's down here in the pits of hell, with you by my side'
A Peter Pan rewrite, by Jae: What if...? (Book One, part 1- Neverland)
12 parts Complete Mature
12 parts
Complete
Mature
"Who are you?" I demand.
The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love."
I freeze.
That phrase.
That voice.
It can't be.
I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face.
"Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me.
His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control.
"You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger.
My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way.
"You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry.
"You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can.
My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free.
"You die now, Peter Pan!"