Peter Pan

The Regulators

Neverland, a place that only existed in one's dreams. A land someone could drift off to when no where else was suitable; Neverland will always be suitable. Because it is the best of the best. A place where kiddies can just chill at.

Generally, girls can't be found in Neverland -- because only kids that get lost are found -- and girls are too smart for that. But now, as time has been going on, they're not getting smarter, and now, a band of girls are forming. They call themselves the Regulators.

Regulators: band of people who work together to deliver justice; Or; band of people who work together to deliver injustice.

"Peter," Wendy couldn't bare his anger much longer. She didn't mean to, but some how she got caught -- without knowing -- and Jukes followed her to the tree. He ran on home to tell Hook the good news.

"Wendy, you might as well just leave now that you have ruined everything," Peter spat, giving her a mean look.

Wendy looked back at him, her eyes filled with tears and her heart filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry Peter, I didn't mean to..."

"That won't turn back time." She'd never seen him so mad. So angry. Yet so sad and childish. Sure he acted like a child so no one would mistake it, but how could he be so insincere and selfish?

"Fine, Peter." Wendy sniffed. "Have it your way." Wendy turned around and left quietly. Sure it hurt and sure she had no where to go but she knew he didn't care much for her right now, so she might as well leave until he calmed down.

A cry of pain interrupted the whole forest. The girl who owned it let out another gasp, falling to the ground, gripping her gut. Her breathing soon turned shallow. There were some movement, none she could see or cared for.

"Oh my god, Kelly," Sara gasp, dropping to the ground next to her fallen friend, her hands going to the girl's wound as well; but no matter what they did, the blood just kept coming.

Sara snapped her eyes up when she heard another friend take a large intake of breath. "Alyson..." she murmured.

Alyson turned her head to her, as she gripped her hand, blood flowing through her fingers. "Goddamnit. Shit, fucking Christ that hurts." Despite the pain, however, Alyson tightened her grip on her hand. A arrow had struck her, right in the middle of the hand. But she only gasped when she broke the arrow head off and yanked it out.

Sara looked back to Kelly. But Kelly wasn't there anymore. She was dead. Not of the living. Sara closed her eyes, trying to choke back her sobs, as tears rolled down her dirty cheeks.

"Sara," Karen snapped, stopping next to her friend. "She's gone, Sara. And we got to go. They just keep coming. We're not gonna win. We came with lots, and now only 10 remain. Let's go." Karen pulled Sara to her feet and yanked her a side as an arrow wheezed by her, splitting the air between Sara and Alyson.

Alyson turned to the side before ducking another arrow and taking off running at a pirate who had just dropped his sword. Before he could even pick it up she clothes lined him -- with the arm that didn't have a wounded hand -- and tackled a friend, an arrow wheezing over their heads.

7 regulators got out but 2 were cornered. Alyson, one who had stayed behind to fight, making sure her friends got out. Karen was pinned in a sword fight and took a blunt cut to the right shoulder blade before surrendering.

They both were shackled, arms behind backs. They were both pushed to the front of the long line, right next to Captain Hook and Jukes. Alyson, the closest to the Captain. She was the one named the most dangerous of the two. She did, after all, take out ten pirates (who were now out cold) before Hook knocked her down and shoved a sword through the same arm that held her bleeding hand.

"Where is Peter Pan," Hook demanded, holding a firm grip on Alyson's upper arm. Like she'd move with 5 swords at her throat. But I guess he supposed she would. Men these days.

Alyson stared up at him, jerking her head as she stumbled over a root. "I don't know anyone by the name Peter Pa--"

Hook jerked her arm, digging his nails into her flesh. "Don't lie to me, girl," he spat, his face annoyed.

Alyson only returned his look. "Who's to say I'm lying?" He glared. He hated only one thing nearly as much as Peter Pan. And that just happened to be Alyson Goode (e silent obviously, so her last name sounds like Good.) Alyson acted so much like the boy he despised so much it was nearly unreal. But she did it in her own way. Unlike Peter, she knew her lines. Her boundaries. Well she almost did.

Alyson was dressed in a not so pleasant outfit. The Regulators, clearly a band of girls that had banded together to get the pirates back for killing someone they all cared about dearly. And since, food was scarce, they were all thin. And since cloth was scarcer, they all had leather. But dressed more like Xena would. But they all had the body for it.

Alyson had a deep tan, scars littering her naked stomach and arms. But her tan covered them far better than it would if she was pale. Her long brown hair was braided into a bun, it was the only way to keep it from getting in her way. And her face was the most unique among the girls.

But then again, she was the only one (besides Karen) in Neverland that was there without choice. Hook had kidnapped her. Before he did, she was just an ordinary American girl, that always seemed to find trouble -- even then her frame and tan was strong. But she did always seem a sickly pale color because she always fell ill without cause. And when she wasn't ill she was out do criminal duties with friends.

Karen was the second hated among the pirates. She had a smart mouth, not quite as rude or dirty as Alyson's but pretty damn near. Her skin wasn't tan, it was white, but not quite pale. It went good with her dyed reddish brown short hair and her brownish red freckles. She was a natural blonde but her hair had been dyed that same color for so long that no one knew about her real color.

Hook kidnapped her as well because she ran with Alyson. He kidnapped them both for the same reason. To get at Peter. But, he didn't notice how they really were. They only fought against the rich and authority that didn't get what was the deal. So naturally fight broke out. And they managed to slip away to find other girls.

Karen was the only on among her friends wearing actual cloth -- a skirt that ends a few inches above her knees -- and a cloth bra piece. Her hair was long enough to be tied back so that was her natural outfit -- that and a set of light brown boots -- her skirt was the same color and her top was a dull green.

They both arrived in jeans. Alyson in a baggy black shirt and Karen in a black tank top -- both in black sneakers.

Alyson, among all of the girls, was the only one who had the power to grant things. Like if need, she could change her outfit by choice, change her hair color and style, and even levitate at times of danger. But that was about all she had achieved, even though she could swear she almost had pyro at times.

None of the other girls could master these tricks, but Alyson was an expert at a lot of things in her own real reality. Before she got stuck in her own dream dimension.

Hook looked back down at Alyson and noticed that she now wore a worn pair of blue jeans, looking to be a size larger than her own, so they had a baggy look, but remained on her waist firm nonetheless. She now wore a black strap tank top. And her hair was short, only chin length. Blonde and thin. But it looked good. Most things did on her.

In truth, Alyson had never met Peter. So how the hell was she supposed to know where his crib was? Even though she did. She could hear many things without having to listen to them deeply. So she knew what would go down at times. That pirate attack was the first surprise for her in years.

"Sorry, Hook, but I've never met him," Alyson said lowly. "Never heard his name spoken. As I recall you are aware that me an' my girls' don't have many ties in these origins of the 'tree palace' so we haven't been talking much to anyone who would know him lately. I'm sorry, captain, but I can be of no help to you."

Hook glared. He knew she was lying. But he knew she'd never met Peter Pan. He also knew Karen had met him. Karen and Sara. But no one else.

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"Peter, Peter!!" Slightly ran to Peter, who was laying in his bed, trying not to feel sad. Peter looked up. "News that Hook has some ladies on board. Prisoners Peter." The lost boy glanced around. "Peter...where is Wendy?"

"Gone," Peter murmured, laying his head back down on his arm. "She's gone, Slightly."

"What happened?" Slightly asked, forgetting about Hook's prisoners.

"You know. The pirates followed her..." Peter trailed off, too miserable to continue.

"But they didn't, Peter," Slightly said in a strong voice. "The pirates were in the woods. But there was a fight. Between a band called...the regulators. And those are the ones that are now captured." Slightly helped Peter to his feet. "C'mon, mate, we have to rescue them."

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Hook locked up at the clear sky in time to spot Peter arriving behind a few clouds. "Ready long Tom," the captain ordered Jukes before turning back to his chained prisoner. Alyson had been chained to the mast, in order to prevent her escape. Fresh cuts now littered her skin and her clothes were the same but her hair was a blood red color -- now shoulder length.

Peter flew down, close to the ship, dodging a shot. He landed lightly, smiled -- even -- slightly, as the pirates drew their knives. "Hello, Mr. Hook," he greeted calmly with a generous nod.

"Pan," Hook chuckled with a nod. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Free them," Peter ordered, drawing his sword. "Free them or you'll be sorry." You'll be sorry? How childish is that?

"I'm sorry, Peter Pan, that is something I cannot do," Hook said, chuckling slightly.

Hook took a few steps back and stroked Alyson's blood coated neck with the tip of his hook. Alyson's eyes grew wide, giving Peter a look. Peter went to step forward but two large pirate hands clamped down on his small shoulders and threw him to the ground, forcing the sword from his tiny hand.

A groan was apparent as he struggled to regain balance but a blunt kick to his ribs prevented his recovery, sending him rolling into some crates. Peter groaned again, rubbing his ribs as he jumped to his feet before the pirate could reach him.

Peter unsheathed his dagger, noticing he had dropped his sword. He leapt into the air, to get flight but Jukes, right behind him, grabbed onto the boy's ankle and yanked him back to the ground; Peter landing hard on his back.

Alyson watched with sad eyes as Peter squirmed desperately trying to get free. But they both could clearly see how useless it all was.

"Get off of me," Peter spat, struggling desperately underneath Jukes, who sat atop of him, pinning the young boy's arms under his hands. Peter continued to thrash about but Jukes had him pinned, hands down.

A quick intake of breath and Peter realized that Jukes was blocking his oxygen flow. "I-I can't breath..." Peter gasped between large breaths.

Alyson stared on as Peter stopped struggling completely and focused mainly on getting the right amount of oxygen. Jukes didn't ease off of him though. But it was fine. Peter, now breathing shallow, realized that if he didn't fight, Jukes wouldn't put all of his weight on the boy's stomach and chest and he could breath easily.

So now Peter gave up. He allowed Jukes to keep a firm grip on his arms, and his only movement was breathing and turning his head to look at Hook; who held a large grin.

"Well that was easy," Hook murmured, stepping away from Alyson. Alyson yanked on her chains as Hook walked ever so slowly to Peter. The captain knelt down beside him, their eyes linking together.

"Guess you didn't know how much you like girls, huh, Pan?" Hook teased. Well it was true, Peter would do anything to make sure a girl was safe. But then again, so would any other lost boy. "You a player."

Peter thrashed wildly but soon came to a stop, gasping for air. "Hook," he gasped, his face mean and his eyes glassy. "Hook," he repeated and Alyson got the impression he didn't have anything to say after that.

"Hook," Peter muttered for a third time. "I will kill you," he finally spat, his voice meaner than ever.

Hook grabbed Peters hair and yanked him to his feet, Jukes sliding off, and Hook rising with the force. Peter began struggling once again but Hook's hook was at the boy's throat, as he yanked Peter's head back violently, forcing the child to look into his evil eyes.

Peter yelped as Jukes clamped shackles onto his wrists, shackling his arms behind his back. Now there was no way out. Peter's eyes trailed to Alyson's, a look of deep sorrow in them, before Hook dragged him below deck.

Hook slammed Peter against a wall before unshackling the boy and chaining his wrists to the wall, his elbows at eyes length. Peter was trembling, never before had Hook actually succeeded in capturing him, and never before had a quarrel ever broken out so easily, even without sword play. But here he was, locked in a pirate's ship, the Captain breathing down his neck.

Peter couldn't look at Hook, so instead he looked at his own dirt stained feet. Hook roughly grabbed Peter's chin and forced him to look into his hate filled eyes. "Now do you still believe you can kill me?"

Peter didn't answer, his stomach cringing at the evil voice. A scream of pain came from on deck that caught both of their attentions. 4 eyes went to the ceiling. Hook shoved Peter head back, ramming it into the wood before marching out to see what was the matter.

Fight had broken out on deck. Turns out that the Lost boys had showed up in Peter Pan's defense and were quite the task for the pirates. Alyson was still chained to the mask but now a dagger was deep inside her leg, missing the bone but still causing blood shed.

Hook rushed to Alyson and yanked the dagger out. He threw it aside and unchained her. Surprisingly Alyson didn't fight she just fell to the ground, too weak to stand. Hook picked her up in his arms and rushed down below deck, ignoring the war that was going on, he knew his men would win.

Hook dropped Alyson roughly onto a wooden table, a few feet from Peter. Peter stared at her. "What happened?" he demanded, yanking on his chain. Hook rush to bandage Alyson's leg then he moved to bandage her hand. Clearly she was fine, but would she turn out to be the same.

"Karen..." Alyson murmured, tilting her head in Peter's direction. Peter yanked wildly once again. But Alyson did not notice him. Hook stared at her blank expression with a look of mere annoyance. "Karen," she repeated in a raspy voice.

"She's not here," Hook spat. Who cares if she's hurt? Who's not hurt here? She's nothing special. So who is Hook to do her any favors. He doesn't pity people. So there's no reason.

Alyson groaned in pain as she attempted to move, pain flowing wickedly from her leg. Tears soon fled to her eyes as she stirred. Alyson looked up at the boy who was looking down helplessly at her. "Peter," she murmured.

"Alyson," Peter murmured in reply. Sure they both heard of each other. But they didn't quite know each other. Slightly had an encounter with Alyson, the whole saving each other's lives from the evil pirates deal going on and Slightly ran home to brag about how good Alyson was. And now here they were, to meet and save one another's lives.