Hey guys!
It's been a bit of a while huh? Teehee… I'm so sorry! I've just had SO MUCH school work lately and then I had an operation on my foot and stuffs happened…
For anyone who reads my HTTYD fanfic I promise I will finish it one day- that day just might be a while away… I'll probs try to finish it next summer!:) The only reason I had time to write this was because I wrote it in class…:/ Basically we have these things called PD (Personal Development) days where we learn about drugs and safe sex and law and politics and we do the same stuff EVERY TIME. So on Thursday I got REALLY bored so I just sat there writing fanfic;P And this magical idea came to me!
The first part is inspired by ThatHorseGirl so THANK YOU! Go check out her fanfics- the Peter Pan one is AWESOME!:D But the rest of it came to me in a dream! It actually did too…weird;)
Anyways enough of my rambling! Enjoy my beautiful readers!XD
Chapter one: Strongest
My fists clenched against my side. I teetered over the edge, the rain running baby streams down my face; mingling with my salty tears. I closed my eyes and tilted my face towards the sky, the lightning painting white across my already pale face.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
How can I live?
Hook had Wendy. A storm was brewing. Blood dripped down my side, pain boiling in my chest. Hook had the lost boys. Hook had everything I cared about: Everything I loved.
A sharp dagger shot down my spine and into my chest once more. I gasped and dropped to my knees. Tears involuntarily sprang into my chocolate brown eyes. I pressed my hands against my chest, crying out at the pain. Blood pooled onto the muddy ground. Hook may have not killed me with that bomb but he had rendered me unable to put up a good fight. Or do anything but sit here wallowing in my pain and misery.
The sound of a bell tingling in my ear sent a spark of joy shooting through my heart. My eyes leaped open and a ball of bright, radiant light filled my vision.
"Tink," I gasped croakily.
She tickled some more and yanked upwards on my crimson stained leaf shirt.
"No use," I mumbled, shifting my hands downwards to reveal the shard of wood that had splintered into my ribs. "Lucky it didn't get through to my lungs, huh?" I said; smiling tightly through the agony the wound was causing.
Her light dimmed in sadness and she settled on my finger, crossing her legs and looking upwards at me.
"What do I do Tink?" I whispered, defeated. "What do I do?"
She pulled on my finger, dragging it out over the edge of the cliff, towards the rolling ocean. "I can't Tink! I'm hopeless," I dropped my head. "Look at the state he's got me into, I can barely move…"
She glared at me, her hands sharply moving to press on her tiny hips.
"Don't give up, huh?" I looked outwards into the roaring sea. Wendy and the boys were out there; trapped in Hook's devilish clutches. He could be torturing them; forcing them to walk the plank. Or worse. I couldn't let Hook get away with this. No. I wouldn't let him get away with this.
"Let's go kick some pirate arse hey Tink?"
She lit up like a Christmas tree.
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Gently, my body wracked my tremors; I flew over the rolling hills of Neverland, coming ever closer to Hook's black ship of doom. Sea spray punched my face, the wind whistled in my ears; begging me to go back. I ignored it. If I went back now I would have nothing. I would be giving up on faith and trust. Giving up on Wendy. It was as good as going up to Hook and waving a white flag in his face in surrender. And I could never do that. I would never.
Suddenly the ship loomed over head, creating the whirlpool waves. I clenched my teeth against the pain and flew onto the window sills below the plank; tilting my ear to listen.
"Good bye boys," A silky voice echoed from above. Wendy. I clenched my fists- what was Hook doing?
"Be brave John."
"I shall try to be"
"Good- bye Michael…"
"Goodbye Wen-"
The boys' shouts of terror rose into the air as the pirates shouted gleefully. "Get on with it!" They were hurting Wendy. My Wendy. I growled. How dare they.
Her feet hit the wood of the plank, echoing in the howling wind. I locked my jaw into place and steadied my breath, wincing- trying to block out the sharp pain.
Her ballet shoes etched over the edge. A sharp heeled boot- Hook- slammed into the wood. Wendy screamed in shock and slipped.
It happened as if in slow motion, her pale blue dress curled around her ankles, her hands squeezed against the ropes cutting into her delicate, slender wrists. I pushed off from the boat as she tumbled like a graceful bird through the air. Her ginger hair curled around her closed eyes, her face was so peaceful. My hands stretched out: blinding pain roared from my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut against it. My hands wrapped around her form, her eyes flew open; widening in shock at the sight of me.
I clutched her to my chest and shot back to the safety of the window ledge.
"Peter," She whispered. Tears of joy filling her eyes, "Oh I knew you'd come Peter- I just knew it!"
"Sshh, it's okay, I've got you now." I sank down to the ground, "You're safe with me." I closed my eyes once again and rested my head against hers, kissing her silky hair softly.
"Oh Peter," She replied calmly. She sighed against me. I could have stayed in that all too perfect position forever but the sharp pain soon returned and I couldn't hold in my whimper.
"Peter?" I hissed in pain as she shifted against my chest. "Oh my Gods Peter! She exclaimed, staring wide-eyes at my broken form.
"Pretty bad huh?" I breathed a laugh.
"Pretty bad…? Peter what… on earth… Hook?"
But I silenced her as shouts from above captured my attention. Whispers of 'no splash Captain' drifted into my ears. The clouds parted above us and the rain lessened to a drizzle.
Tink winked at me questioningly, carrying a crocodile clock in her tiny fingers. I grinned and nodded. With a mischievous giggle –like tinkle she shot off towards the ship.
"N-no splash Captain," Starkey exclaimed.
"Oh so you want a splash do you Mr Starkey!?" Hook yelled, shoving Mr Starkey off the edge of the ship and into the rolling ocean.
That's when I heard the tick-tock.
"Is that a clock Captain?" Smee asked timidly.
"WHAT!?" Hook roared, I heard a few sniggers from his captures and couldn't help but smirk.
The pirates clumped to the other side of the ship, "It's coming from over there!"
"Where!? I don't see anything!"
I and Wendy slipped gracefully on-board. The lost boys' faces lit up with pure joy, then fell into wide-eyes shock as they took in the sight of my bloody soul.
I put my finger to my lips, smiled and winked. They glanced at each other wearily, decided I was good to go, and then grinned with excitement. Slightly sniggered and he looked across at the Pirates; who were searching wildly for the crocodile. "Well done Tink, keep it up!" I inwardly praised.
I gently placed Wendy down on the damp wood. I brushed the bangs from her worrying eyes as she steadied me. "I'll be fine," I said softly; squeezing her hand tight to regain both our confidence, before slicing the ropes around the Lost Boys. They saluted me happily as I took off and disappeared into the ship's great masts- to watch the scene play out with my hawk like eyes.
The Pirates faces of utter shock were classical when they turned and saw Wendy and the Lost Boys innocently standing there. Many dropped their weapons to the ground; startled. The metal thudded and clanged against the wooden planks. I sniggered but quickly stopped when a burning pain sliced through my ribs.
"Good day Captain Hook," Wendy said, smiling sweetly.
"It's a ghost!" Smee cried, fumbling with his gun. The boys and Wendy laughed, filling my soul with a passionate pride.
"Don't be stupid!" Hook snarled, trembling with fear and staying well back from my gang. "Look around you!" Everyone simultaneously looked up into the clear blue sky and the calm, gently rocking, ocean. "Pan's alive!" Hook cried, sweat dripping down his pale and wrinkled face.
"Back from the dead!" Starkey quivered in his terror.
"Haha!" I called from up above. "That took you long enough to figure out!" I leaned against the mast, hoping it would look arrogant and casual while in reality I needed the support. The world was shifting in and out of focus- how on Earth was I supposed to fight like this?
The pirates gaped when they saw me grinning cockily in the air.
"Grab their treasure while they're distracted!" Nibs yelled suddenly. The lost boys scattered over the ship.
"AFTER THEM!" Hook screamed. The pirates scrambled along the floor to pick up their precious weapons and took speedy chase.
Hook began to climb up the mast- the roped winding round his ankles in the soft breeze- like a spider's web.
I unclipped my dagger from the vine belt wrapped around my waist, pressed my hands against my chest in a rushed attempt to stench the blood flow, and braced myself for the most memorable fight yet.
"I'm going to get you Pan! This time I won't fail! It'll be you wallowing in humiliation and misery! You at the bottom of my feet! YOU WILL KISS THIS BOOT PAN!" Hook screamed in a feverish manner; his hair flapping round his face like a wild monster.
I grinned, "Good luck!" I didn't have the strength for long conversations. I could her joyous shouts from the lost boys and relaxed slightly- one less thing to worry about at least. Black dots dimmed the edge of my vision. My heart pounded in terror: "No I couldn't black out now!" I clenched my fists as Hook's sword scraped the boom I was stood upon. I snapped back into focus as he pulled himself up next to me.
Hook looked me up and down, "How!? How did you survive my bomb?" Hook panted for breaths.
"You underestimate me."
Hook snarled aloud into a savage laugh, "Me!? Underestimate you!? Come now Peter, we've played these games long enough. Let's for once fight man to man. No flying, no tricks. A duel to the death! Shall we?"
"You have a deal Captain Hook, I give my word." Well how could I refuse in front of Wendy and the boys? They'd think I was scared. Truth was I was terrified- I could barely stand up on my own two feet. I'd have to rely on the will to live to win this last fight.
I pushed myself off the mast and set myself into a steady fighting position, my hands shaking in the dagger's grip.
His black beady eyes: beetle-like, locked on my own soft brown orbs.
"Now Peter Pan, prepare to DIE!"
Dun dun duuuuuuuun! What will happen next? Only I know! Muahhahaha! Okay I'm not hyped up on sweets AT ALL!;P I'll have the next chapter up by Easter! Oh dear… Naughty school!
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