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I'm Peter... Peter Pan *on hiatus*
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Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2014
Sin corazón. 
  Despiadado.
  Peligroso. 
  Malo.
  Impulsivo
  Y un poco juguetón. 
  
  Estas son las palabras que describen al demonio en persona. 
  Peter Pan. 
  
  De seguro has oído hablar de el. El niño que nunca creció, que vivía en Nunca Jamas, rodeado por muchos niños y con una hada como amiga. 
  Bueno, lamento decirte que la historia es cierta, pero solo cuenta como fue al principio, no muchos saben la verdad de Peter Pan. 
  
  "Todos los cuentos de hadas son ciertos, pero nunca cuentan la historia completa" -Peter Pan
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."