I have combined the prologue and chapter one. Makes it easier. Disclaimers apply.
Prologue
Everyone knows the story of Peter Pan and the Darling children. How Wendy was their mother and John and Michael were seemingly just along for the ride. Everyone also knows how they fought the dreaded Captain James Hook, and won.
Or did they?
Hook lies beaten, battered, and bruised next to the carcass of the she-crocodile. He breathes, he lives. He is not quite sure how, but he escaped the innards of the croc, and now lies in a mixture of his and her blood.
Smee will find him, and return him to the Jolly Roger, but he will forget one thing. Hook's hook.
Wendy grows up and soon marries and has a daughter, Jane. As Jane grows, Wendy longs for another babe to take the cradle. So, she has Alleya. But something will happen to her which causes much grief in the family.
Peter lives on in the dreams of boys and girls everywhere, but few rarely get to act on it. This is the story of Peter, Jane, Alleya, and Hook.
This is a fight that would change the face of Neverland, and the world, forever.
DARK OBSESSION
Chapter One: Alleya, the Estranged One
Jane was struggling to get to her mother's bed. Robert, Jane's father and Wendy's husband held her back.
"I want to see my sissy!" The little red head squealed.
"Let mommy catch her breath Jane!" Robert replied.
Wendy was propped onto many pillows. A tiny baby was wrapped in white blankets, crying.
"Oh, Robert, look!"
Wendy held the baby out so Robert and Jane could look. The baby girl started back at them, her periwinkle blue eyes piercing theirs.
"What's her name, Mommy?" Jane whispered as she prodded her little sister.
"Alleya, her name shall be Alleya."
Now, Wendy always knew that Peter would return again. He usually did, unless he forgot some years, he was very forgetful. But now she couldn't leave, she had children to take care of. She wasn't sure how Peter would take it, and in all honesty, she wasn't sure she even cared.
After all, she had grown up.
Jane was ecstatic at having a little sister to take care of, and Wendy was happy that Jane was happy. The first week after Alleya was born went normally, waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, changing diapers, all the good stuff with babies.
And then she started to cough. At first, Wendy and Robert thought it was just a little cold; after all, Jane had gone through the same thing. But it didn't get better. It got progressively worse.
Wendy took her daughters to a small, family run clinic and allowed the doctor to take precious Alleya away from her for a moment. They ran tests.
Alleya had a disease of the blood. There was no cure that was known, and the only thing the doctor could tell Wendy was to make sure she was warm all the time. He prescribed a tonic mixture for the girl to take, but she would have to take it for the rest of her life.
Wendy was devastated. They returned home to tell Robert the news. They moved Alleya's crib from Jane's room, the very room Wendy had had, and placed her in a small room with no windows.
Wendy felt as if she were placing her daughter in jail.
From that moment on, Jane hated Alleya with an intense, burning passion. She took her parents, as well as Nana's attention away from herself. And she HATED it. And she HATED Alleya.
15 YEARS LATER
Alleya stared disdainfully at the black board. She hated school, especially Mr. Conner, her teacher. As he droned on, she felt something hit the back of her head. She spun.
Her sister sent her a lazy smile and then shot her hand into the air.
"Mr. Conner! Alleya isn't paying attention to your lesson!" Alleya narrowed her eyes at her sister.
"Alleya! How many times must I tell you! You have detention young lady! And you should wear a girl's uniform."
"Bite me, old man," she snarled under her breath. She snapped the pencil she was holding in half.
Jane was Mr. Conner's assistant. It was rumored the fiery red-head had a crush on the teacher. Alleya glared at the wall, seething. She felt something smack into her head again and she raised her hand.
"Excuse me Mr. Conner, but my sister Jane has a crush on you." She said it blandly, like it cost her nothing to say it.
"You little wretch!" Jane screamed. She stood and stormed from the classroom.
"I mean, come on! You're eighteen, Jane, get a life!" Alleya shouted after her.
Mr. Conner walked up to her and slammed his hand down on her desk. "Detention for a month, Alleya, and a letter home to your parents."
"Fine, do what you will with me." She leaned back and stared at him. God, how she hated that man. The bell rang a few minutes later and her classmates stood and left.
"Have fun, Alleya," A girl called.
Alleya simple rolled her eyes. She sat there and watched as the old man walked around and cleaned up his classroom. Time passed, and she grew increasingly bored. Finally, he looked up at her and dismissed her.
"Thank you, oh lord and mighty master," she muttered sarcastically as she left the room. She walked over to her bike and unlocked it. She climbed on and pedaled down the cobbled streets of London.
She loved these times, when she was away from home (mainly her mother and sister) and when she was away from school. She took her time returning home. She hated the small room with no windows she was forced into. She hated EVERYTHING about that room.
She stopped in front of her house. She pushed her bike up next to the steps and walked in. Wendy and Jane were on the couch, waiting for her.
"Jane told me what you did," Wendy began.
Alleya arched an eyebrow. "That's nice; did she tell you what she did?"
"Don't blame your sister on your misbehaving!" Wendy snapped. Alleya sighed. There it was again, favoritism.
"I'll go to my room like a good little girl then." She snapped. She grabbed a glass of water and stormed up the stairs. She wrenched the door to her cell open and flung her bag on the bed.
She locked her door and sat down at her desk. She put the water next to her arm and pulled out the drawer. She pulled out her journal, her quill, and her inkpot and began to write.
Today, for I do not feel like writing the date:
I hate everything to do with my family. My parents continually fight, my sister hates me (and I return the favor), and they always talk about…
Neverland.
It is almost spring cleaning time, when Jane goes to Neverland in Mother's place. But I fear she grows too old for that place. She begins to not believe, as Mother has.
I sometimes wonder if the real reason I am confined to this cell is because they don't want me to go. Well, poop on them. I grow tired of this life. I want adventure, I want excitement.
I will pack tonight, for tomorrow…
I GO TO NEVERLAND!