A/N: I don't know what it is, but something about Peter Pan is off to me. So I wrote about how odd he is to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own this show or its amazing characters.
Peter smiled down at the jungle below, watching the girl run. He could hear her pant, taste her sweat, feel her fear. He smirks then grabs a little bit of pixie dust. He throws it onto himself and flies down. His feet touch the ground and he follows her for a few minutes. Her light hair bounces as she runs, cutting bushes and thick vines along the way. Peter runs around, hiding behind a tree.
Purposely he breaks a twig loudly, making her stop and look around. He loved to play games with people. It was just so much fun to him! She raises her armed bow, looking around.
"Who's there?" She asks firmly, her voice strong despite her fear. He steps put from behind the tree and she smiles, lowering her weapon. "You startled me, Peter." She says and he takes a step towards her.
"Where are you going, Emma?" He looks into her eyes and she hesitates.
"I was just walking around." He scoffs loudly.
"With your bow and back pack? Please! Tell me where you were really going now." He plays with her hair, remembering it's soft touch.
"I was trying to go home."
"Why?"
"I miss my family."
"You have a family here with me and the rest of the lost boys." He throws his hands up, running a hand through his hair. "What, are we not good enough for you?"
"No, it's just I miss my Mother and sister." He touches her arm, inches away from her face. She freezes, heart pounding. He loved it when he had that effect on her.
"No, there's something else. Am I right?" She nods, knowing he can tell if she's lying. "What is it?"
"I'm pregnant." She whispers softly. He's almost shocked by this.
Almost.
"Who's is it?"
"Yours, Peter." She answers, staring straight ahead.
"Of course it is." He sneers remembering what they had done. He had made her do it, but not by force of course. All it had taken was a few drinks, desperate kissing, and a few touches. God he loved manipulating her. Why? Because it was so easy and fun to him!
"So why are you leaving then? Can't we make a family here?" She shakes her head and he raises an eyebrow.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why not?" He snaps, backing away now and pacing.
"Because I don't want you. I don't love you." He stops dead in his tracks, glaring at her.
"What about all of the times you had said you loved me?"
"Lies. I was only doing because Tyrone had told me too. It was his idea. He said that if I made you fall for me then you would let me go. I'm so sorry, Peter."
"That bastard!" He curses under his breath, turning to face her. "I forgive you, Emma." He says calmly, kissing her cheek. She brushes his lips and he kisses her back. The kiss gets a bit farther and this gives Peter an opportunity. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his knife. He jabs it into her stomach, hard.
She gasps, stepping back. She stares at the blade, eyes wide with fear. "W-w-why?" She stutters stupidly.
"People who lie to me lay for it." He answers, grabbing the handle of the knife. He twists it, digging it deeper into her stomach. She falls to the ground, struggling to breathe. He towers over her, smiling evily.
"I-I'm s-s-so so-r-ry, P-Peter." She was crying now, clutching her bleeding stomach.
"I know you are." He watches her suffer, dying slowly. She dies, a pool of blood around her body. He gets down onto his knees, sticking his finger in the red liquid. He brings his fingers up to his lips. He licks the blood, loving its taste.
Just like old times.
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