Rewrite the Ruse

Pan loves his twisted games. Similar to any evening, he flies around scouting for possible victims, players for his game. This time, he stumbles outside a girl's bedroom. White transparent curtains with purple UV lights glowed like the plastic stars littered upon the ceiling. On the bed, a girl struggled to get a guy off of her. Her fangs bared as her long nails scratched against her attacker. Blood trickled from his cuts mixed with her tears smeared the sheets beneath them, her growls of no echoed throughout the darkened room.

In desperation, she barely muttered, "I believe in you, Peter Pan."

Pan's lips drew into a smirk as he dove in, shattering the glass window sending shards everywhere. Drawings taped to the walls flapped aggressively as a massive gust of wind tossed books off their shelves. The guy that mounted over her spun his attention towards Pan's direction. He grunted before lunging towards the boy. The enraged male snatched a guitar that propped up against a poster plastered wall. He swung it at Pan's head. Pan swiftly dodged it. The man's eyes widen as the guitar bashed into pieces on the sill. The teenager let out a mischievous chuckle before plunging his fist into the lad's ribs, ripping out a crimson heart. He watches him collapsed, a new carcass at his feet. Next, Pan strode towards the shaken girl. An unknown potion materialized in his hand.

"I can take you to a paradise far away from here. I'll teach you to be stronger, better than this. You'll have brothers to protect you. All you need to do is drink this and trust me." He whispered.

She shivers, hoisted the glass bottle to her lips. Her breathing hitched as her eyes watered. Pan observed. Her orbs shifted from a chocolate brown to a golden tint coloration. Distress rushes within her. Her heartbeat quickened as her vision getting blurry. Finally, she blacks out. Pan quickly caught her and sleekly carried her off to his home, Neverland.

"You will be home soon, my little never beast."