{ This story starts after Wendy, John, Michael and the Lost Boys came back from Neverland, a bomb landed on the Darlings house and killed everyone inside, the only survivor was Wendy and she was twelve when it happened. She had to grow up fast and she became very street smart, she is very good with swords and knives and she usually stays in the shadows just trying to survive. However when Peter comes back to hear a story and see's that the Darlings house is gone and that London is at war with itself and the crime and hate are everywhere he will set out to look for his Wendy, but what will he do when he finds her, and realizes that she's not his Wendy anymore? Wendy is eighteen at the start of this story.}
Wendy stood in the shadows of the alley-way, her breaths were coming in slow and steady which belied the fact that her heart was racing. She felt sweat beads form along her brow, even though it was only thirty-two degree's outside and all she had on was a pair of black moccasin's she made herself, black pants, a black long-sleeve turtleneck shirt and a black ski-mask with one big hole for her eyes. Her palms grew sweaty and she wiped them on her pants. "Come on Wendy focus! It will be happening any minute now." Wendy let her breath slowly so it didn't make a fog and waited slightly impatiently. "Come on! Where are they?" The sound of high-heel's hitting against the side-walk at a fast pace caught Wendy's attention, and she pulled herself even farther into the shadows. Her breathing quickened as it always does when she got excited but she managed to slow it back down before the woman in heels ran into the alley-way. Wendy waited hardly daring to blink and then finally after what seemed like hours but was only a couple of seconds they came around the corner. Wendy watched as the frightened woman backed away from the two thugs that were waving guns at her. The woman began to plead for her life, the men laughed cruelly. Their sneers of derision showing just how black their souls were while their lust filled eyes crawled all over the woman. Wendy felt her anger grow as the two men begin to argue over who got to 'try out' the woman first. "Enough!" She decided just as one of the men put away his gun and started towards the woman. Wendy exploded out of the darkness first knocking the woman unconscious so there would be no eye-witnesses and then she whirled on the men. The first man was going for his gun while the second man was aiming his gun at her. Wendy felt the undeniable rush of power and adrenaline as she grabbed the first guy's head between her hands and twisted it, breaking his neck as she used his body for a shield while she ran toward the second guy. Although Wendy didn't care much for gun's she used the man's gun against him and put a single bullet through his brain spraying blood and grey brain matter all over the alleyway. Wendy walked over to the woman that she had saved, out of all people it had to be Pricilla Leaver, the one girl in school who had made Wendy's life miserable. "Ugh! Why did it have to be you of all people?" Wendy questioned herself before shrugging off that thought and went through Pricilla's pockets and purse taking all of the money and jewelry that she had before Wendy turned to the two dead guys. She went through their pockets as well and took their knives and what little change they had before she turned and disappeared into the foggy London night.