Peter Pan OC: Beginning Story Chapter 1 POV 3rd Person
Okay, for those who read this story when it originally came out, you will notice that the name of one of our characters has changed. I didn't like the old one, so I changed it.
Now, on to the story!
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It was very late. Past the time that anyone should be awake. There was supposed to be a gibbous moon out that night, but the cloud coverage made it impossible for any light to make it down to street level.
All the lights in the houses were out, all the people had gone to bed, except for the rare few that pushed themselves to stay awake, whether it was because of stress, or studying for that college exam the next day, or they just couldn't sleep. No one could say for certain.
Of course, in one house, an old red brick house, there was one such person who still hadn't yet gone to sleep. Her light was out, she lay on her bed with her eyes closed, but anyone could tell she wasn't sleeping. A peculiar thing about her, though, was that she wasn't even in her pajamas, nor was she under the bedcovers.
At least, that's what one boy thought as he peered in through her window.
"These people keep getting weirder." He whispered to a little glowing ball of light that hovered next to his ear.
Suddenly, the girl sat up in bed and looked around as if she'd heard something. This caused him to jump aside and fly behind the wall of the window. The ball of light followed close behind, but it wasn't quick enough because the girl caught sight of the light just as it flew around the corner.
The girl hopped up and sped towards the window. The panes were already open so she leaned out as far as she could and tried to peer around the corner. The darkness was so thick she could barely tell where the corner was.
Meanwhile, above the window, the boy held the struggling ball of light trapped in his hands, trying to keep any light from escaping, and to muffle the chorus of bells it was emitting.
The girl stood there for a long moment, and the glowing orb was getting harder and harder to control, until finally she shrugged her shoulders and went back inside.
He let out a sigh of relief and opened his hands, the orb flew out of his hand and into his face flitting about and letting out angry sounding bell sounds.
"Shh SHH! Alright Tink, calm down, I had to keep you quiet so we wouldn't get discovered!" the boy whispered.
The ball chimed sternly in response.
"Alright, don't get your panties in a bunch. C'mon, let's go see Jane." He said and they flew around to the back of the house.
In the meantime, when the girl had left the window she bent down to look at the digital clock that sat on her bedside table.
"1:43," she murmured, "Guess now's as good as any." She walked over to where a large purple duffle bag had been laying. It was almost impossible to see anything in the darkness, but the girl knew the room so well that the only problem she had with the duffle was finding the strap used to carry it.
Eventually, though she found it. She threw the strap over her shoulder and crossed the floor to the window. Hauling herself up onto the ledge, she threw one last glance back into the darkened bedroom. When she didn't see anything worth remembering (not that she'd wanted to remember this place, anyway), she let out a sigh and crawled out the window.
On the rooftop a light breeze blew in the girl's face, on it was the scent of the city; fast food, gasoline, and way too much cologne. She breathed it in and walked a couple steps forward before she heard a sound.
It wasn't a very loud sound; it was almost as soft as the wind, itself. In fact, the girl would have thought she'd imagined it if it hadn't continued.
It sounded like bells; beautiful, soft bells. They faded in and out of her ears, but every time she heard them, it sounded like a faraway choir of angels. She had to figure out where it was coming from.
It was difficult for her to locate the source of the beautiful noise, for it kept fading in and out, but eventually she realized that it was coming from the back of the house. She crept over to the edge of the roof, and peered down. She couldn't see anything except for a dull light coming out of an open window low to the ground.
What was strange about this light was that it wasn't dull enough to be the light of some floor lamp, and it moved around a lot like a "Flashlight!" She whispered, "Someone must be robbing the house!"
Completely forgetting about the beautiful bells, the girl threw herself over the ledge and started to climb down the gutter to the window.