Disclaimer: well, here you go. My first Peter Pan fan fic. No, I don't own any of the characters, which really does suck.
Too Late
Wendy had been in the brig of the Jolly Rodger for almost twenty eight hours. She had been captured early yesterday, but her freedom then seemed like a dream, so far, far away from where she was now.
The cell where she was being currently kept was filthy, and its smell wasn't all that extraordinary either. It smelled much like as if something had crawled in there and died, and judging by the small animal corpse slowly decomposing in the corner, which was exactly what had happened.
But what was most dismaying about the whole situation was that Peter, Wendy's savior. Best friend and secretly her lover, had not come to rescue her yet. Where could he be? Wendy asked herself over and over again. I hope he's alright. It usually doesn't take him this long to save me. But there wasn't anything that Wendy could do about it, so she slumped against the wall and nodded off into a fitful sleep.
The sleep didn't last long, though. Wendy jerked awake as she heard yells and heavy footsteps approaching her cell. She knew her time had come. She turned towards the door, and found herself staring into the cold, forget-me-not blue eyes of Captain James Hook.
"Why hello there, my pretty Wendy," he smirked, "it looks as though you've seemed to have fallen into our grasp yet again." Laughter from Smee and Hook's right hand man followed. They both grabbed her arms and pulled her onto the grimy deck above.
"No! You can't do this! You won't get away with this! Peter will come and save me, I'm sure of it!" Wendy spun around, looking for a way off the ship, but she was completely surrounded by filthy pirates, who were all laughing and pointing at her stupidity, as If they knew something that she did not, which unfortunately turned out to be true.
"Oh how ignorant and truly stupid you are, my young Wendy," chuckled Hook cruelly as he circled around her. "You see, the only reason why Pan has not come to rescue you yet, Wendy, is a rather simple matter." More laughter followed, as the pirate crew of the Jolly Rodger were entertained at the tormented expression on Wendy's face.
"What do you mean, Hook?" she asked quietly, fearing the worst.
"He's dead." At Wendy's expression of pure hurt, small smirks became roars of laughter. But Wendy didn't see it. Wendy didn't hear it. Everything for her was in slow motion, having just learned the most destructive news of her life. She felt sick, she couldn't breathe, and she didn't want to live without Peter: Her beloved, sweet hearted Peter. And now, he was gone from her. Forever.
Taking advantage of Hook's current bout of laughter, Wendy snatched the switchblade from his belt and held it in front of her neck. There was no reason to live without Peter, so she wanted to go, to follow him up to the heavens.
"Goodbye." She whispered silently, and brought the blade to her neck and struck.
She never thought anything could hurt like this. Her head was spinning wildly, and she was loosing blood extremely quickly. Wendy glanced down, and noticed that her white nightgown was drenched in blood and she was standing in a puddle of it. Good, she thought. Unable to keep her balance, she stumbled backwards, and slumped against the doorframe that led into the captain's quarters, and slowly fell to the ground. She smiled at the dismayed faces of the pirates around her, who had wanted to kill her off themselves. Her vision was fading, and her eyes seemed to close more and more each second. The last thing she saw, though, was a speck flying through the sky. As it came even closer, she saw that it was Peter.
"Too…late…" she gasped, and then died.