-1Disclaimer: I own a Poster of Peter and Wendy, I own Both Cartoon version movies and two of the real ones, I own a Tinkerbell pillow but I in no way own the idea or characters of Peter Pan. Although I do own this particular story and the orphans…
Why, You're no Mother!
The sound of bells echoed in the empty square. Well, almost empty square anyways. In the center of the cobblestone market, a teenage boy with fiery red hair accented with twigs and a green tunic covered in leaves, scolded what seemed to be a firefly.
"Hush, Tink! Remember this is London, not many people seem to like fairies," the little glow swooped down and chimed angrily in his ear, " My bad, not many people seem to like pixies. And, you know very well why we're here; To see Wendy of course!" He grinned like a fox when the little fairy..ahem..pixie rolled her eyes and rang again in response. "Well, I'm truly sorry that you don't like her, but I happen to enjoy her company very much!" Tinkerbell again began a retort but he stopped her, and tilted his head a bit, "Did you hear that?" Tink ignored him and once again tried to ruin his image of Wendy with her bells but he quickly silenced her by shoving her into a bag that rested on his waist. Before he had time to draw his dagger, a hand seized him from behind.
"What are you doing out so late boy?" The voice was husky and dry as if his captor had a been coughing all night.
"I uh, I was waiting for a friend of mine, but I uh, don't think that they'll be coming tonight. So, if you'd excuse me…"the boy slipped out of the mans grip and tipped an imaginary hat in goodbye.
"Jus' hold up a minute son, Where's your mum and dad? Surely they wouldn't let you out alone."
"I don't have parents, and even if I did, I'm old enough to go out." He rolled his eyes, Really the idiocy of some people…
"Not by London law you ain't, I'm afraid I'll have to take you down to the orphanage son." Just as the redhead was about to run away the man whipped his arm out and caught him "Let's go"
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"Now, Won't you tell the rest of the children your name?" A dark haired woman looked at the redhead expectantly through her frames, her cold blue eyes wrinkling in fake cheeriness.
"My names Peter." the rest of the children at the orphanage shrugged and accepted him as one of their own and volunteered their names. ..
"Nick" "Colleen" "Logan" "Brandon" "Jake, and this is Robby" Peter eyed them all and decided that they were alright, they sort of reminded him of his lost boys only one of them was a girl. The first, Nick, seemed to be the most friendly, with his tanned skin, short dark brown hair and warm brown eyes framed by thin wire glasses. The second, Colleen, had dirty blond hair with green eyes, not much different from his own, and apparently a crush on Logan. Logan was sort of tall, his hair buzzed down to a fuzz and nice hazel eyes accompanied by freckles. Brandon seemed the most distant out of all of them, with tight brown curls on his head and ice blue eyes. It seemed that Jake and Robby were brothers for both of them had wavy blonde hair that nearly covered their honey brown eyes, although Robby looked as if he had only just learned to walk.
"Alright then," Their caretaker Ms. Bates cleared her throat "Now that you're introduced, Nick can you show him his lodge?" She walked away briskly and Nick turned to peter with serious eyes. "So, This way."
Nick lead him though several halls and finally stopped at a door. It opened with a creak and revealed a nearly bare room, holding only six beds, well seven counting the crib at the end. "If you have any personal items, they go under the bed. This one is yours." He pointed at one in the corner with a bundle of clothes laying on the end "These are some clothes for you if you decide you want to change. We only get one pair until they don't fit anymore so be careful with them. You're the last to join our room so there'll be no one new coming in that you need to know. Every morning at seven we wake up for breakfast then chores all day. When you finish chores you're free to do whatever but you can't go a block away from the orphanage or someone will drag you back and you get the whip. At seven is dinner then we've got free time 'til bed. Curfews at 9. If you need help ask any of us, but I don't think you'll get much a reaction from Brandon. Well, I'll let you get settled, come on down when you're ready" Nick went to move away but Peter stopped him.
"Do you like it here Nick?" A flicker of a grimace flashed through the boy's face, but he quickly smiled and responded "Course Peter it's great, Ms. Bates is like a mum…"
Just the kid's face told Peter he was lying.
'I've got to bust these guys out of here…'
A/n: Okay so I like this a lot better than the other Peter fic but I'll keep that one going as well. They've got different plot lines so yea… hmm the part where I described the orphans looks was kind of dull but oh well. I promise longer chapters if I get 5 reviews!
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-thatrandomkid