The Adventures of Pan II
Don't own Peter Pan.
IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIRST INSTALLMENT, I STRONGLY URGE YOU TO READ IT, ELSE THIS WONT MAKE SENSE. And of course you would have missed a great read…..
EXTENDED SUMMARY:
Arizael is holding Peter in miserable captivity. She wants his love and affection and ultimately his source of power, she wants him to give her the two crystal shards that are imbedded within both he and Nibs. The place where she is keeping him and the overwhelming amount of despair is slowly killing Peter.
Hook absorbed Peter's essence and now has Peters power along with his own. Hook can change into himself or Peter or Alec at will.
Peter can only connect with Wendy in his sleep, thus ultimately putting her to sleep each time. Peter tries to communicate to her his distress but Hook keeps returning to her window as Peter and continuously deceives Wendy.
Hook grows tired of playing Peter Pan and abandons Neverland, he parades back and forth between worlds and brings strange people to Neverland. His constant absence destroys the barrier of Neverland and Nowhereland falls into Neverland as does anything and everything else, causing Neverland to fall apart. Pieces of Neverland tear through Earths atmosphere and inevitably falls into London.
Wendy must figure out this riddle if she is to save Peter. For Peter is the only one who can defeat Arizael and restore Neverland, but if Peter dies, all is lost.
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Mary had rushed Wendy to the hospital after she passed out in the street. She was unconscious for the remainder of the day and never stirred. Mary now sits by Wendy's bedside in the hospital; it is about 10pm……
"How is she?" Mary asked as she mopped the tears and snot off her face with a handkerchief.
"She is in some sort of coma; however, her vital signs are stable. Can you explain to me again what happened earlier?" Dr. Grey solemnly replied.
"We were taking a simple walk and she broke out in a panic, out of nowhere…screaming uncontrollably then passed out. That's all I know. She's always been healthy, I just don't understand." Mary said her voice sad and wavering.
"I'll leave you two alone now." Dr Grey said as she walked over to a couch that was sitting against the wall. "This is a bed here, and the pillows and blankets are in the closet over there." She said as she unfolded the couch.
"Try to get something to eat and get some rest Mrs. Darling. You and Mr. Darling can sleep here." Dr. Grey finished.
"Thank you. Mr. Darling should be here tomorrow, he's catching a flight from Miami." Mrs. Darling said as she walked to the closet and took out the linen.
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Meanwhile back at Neverland………
THEN……………
After Peter attacked his lost boys and girls and the Chief knocked him out of the tree, Chief went back to the children to make sure they were alright. After he was sure that they were still in the land of the living, he went to search for Peter but could not find him. He returned to the sleeping children and stayed with them until they woke. He offered his services but the Lost boys and girls declined. They broke off and went to the lake to collect themselves and Chief took his daughter Tigerlily to the Indian encampment.
Peter was being torn apart by Hook, and Neverland inevitably was torn as well.
After Peter's power and essence had been stripped from him, it was absorbed by his aggressor, Hook, and the destruction of Neverland ceased.
"And now, look at your new home." Arizael said from the other side of him and grabbed his face and made him look down. She shook his face so he would come back to awareness, his eyes opened partially and he looked straight down. He hung over the pit supported by Arizael and Peter (Hook) and swallowed a few times as he stared in horror down the dark pit, unable to see the bottom.
Panic stricken pants emitted from Peter as they lifted him up and turned his back towards the pit, his head flopped backwards as he lacked the strength to hold up his own head. Peter dipped out of consciousness again and his boots teetered on the muddy edge.
They shook him again and Peter barely came back from oblivion. "Goodbye." Peter (Hook) said simply and they dropped him in. Peter fell 30 feet down and landed flat on his back in a pile of the black substance, he stared straight up and was unable to see a thing. He closed his eyes and passed out again.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Neverland to dupe." Peter (Hook) said as he lifted from the ground and saluted Arizael.
Arizael saluted him back and he darted away with great speed.
After observing the carnage, Chief had became suspicious and made his way back to the underground home and ran into the Lost boys and girls as they were on their way back home as well.
NOW………………
In the underground home……… Remember Hook is in Peter's body so when I say Peter, I am referring to Hook…………..
Peter had left the black castle and came to the underground home. Feeling extremely hungry he raided the kitchen, burped and went to his chair….
Peter sat back in his chair and his eyes wandered around the empty underground home. He threw back a shot of rum, the contents sliding gently down his throat as he thought…
"Ahhhh, what to do now…." Peter pondered then he heard a creaking sound coming from one of the entrances to the underground home. He sprang upright in his chair in anticipation then mentally reprimanded himself. "This is your home now, relax." He sat back and puffed on a cigar.
Jess was the first to go down the chute, she landed and her eyes locked with Peter's glowing emeralds.
"Gasp! Oh, Peter….." She said in her horror and quickly flew back up the chute, over the tree and landed at the base of the tree in front of everyone.
"Don't go in there! Peter's there!" Jess warned, her eyes bugged out of their sockets.
Slightly's grey eyes went in to slits as he grimaced and pulled out his sword. "This is our home too! I'm not cowering out here!" Slightly spat and shot up in the air and down the chute. Everyone else drew their weapons and followed suit, and Chief entered the house from the base of the tree.
"Flying Eagle…." Chief addressed and Peter looked at him like he was mad.
"Um…" Peter stammered then cleared his throat to make sure the proper voice came out. "Chief." Peter regarded him, his eyes searching the Chief's face.
Slightly came down the chute and landed heavily, his sword in his hand, seconds later everyone had filled the room and circled Peter.
Peter remained seated in his chair with his leg thrown over the armrest arrogantly. He resumed puffing his cigar and calmly waited… for it was dead silent.
"What happened?" Chief asked breaking the constrained silence. "May we rid ourselves of this awkward tension or are you still upset?" Chief asserted.
Peter's eyebrows went up and he shook his head in a questioning manner, "what are you talking about?" He asked.
"Do we need still need our weapons drawn Peter? Or is everything well with you besides the obvious?" Chief asked.
Peter looked away as he quickly thought of the proper response. "Yeah.." Peter replied then quickly remembered the destruction and figured that's what Chief was referring to.
"I'm sorry for destroying Neverland in my anger. I guess I am not yet over Wendy's dep-" Peter stopped himself as he figured Peter wouldn't use the word, departure.
"She broke my heart and it still hurts, I miss her." Peter said sadly, his palms became sweaty as he feared Chief of all people would find him out.
"I thought it so…but I figured I would come and see about you. It's not good to be alone. I know this has taken a great toll on you, as you were delirious the last time I saw you."
Peter had no idea what Chief was talking about and just looked at him, his face questioning.
"You attacked us, don't you remember?!" Slightly spoke up, anger evident on his handsome face.
Chief put a hand on Slightly's shoulder. "Yes, your reaction reinforces my surmise, you were quite delirious. You attacked your friends.." Chief explained.
Peter sat upright in his chair his face in total shock. "I'm…I'm sorry." Peter apologized as he stood and looked at everyone. "I don't remember that. Are you guys alright?"
"Were fine, that was a hell of a temper you had, you scared the crap out of me." Jess said.
Peter's emerald eyes fell on Jess's sky blue's, his eyes washed up and down her beautiful form. She had short black punk style hair, pretty lips, a button nose and tan skin that hugged an athletic build.
"Oh my gosh.." Peter said within himself then blinked a few times to snap himself out of it. His eyes inevitably fell on Slightly's angry face.
"Where's Nibs." The promiscuous Layla leapt in front of Peter, his eyes bugged out, and his mouth went agape.
"Layla…ah…Layla. The epitome of sexy". Peter thought within himself.
Layla, like Nibs had dyed her hair from blond to black and along with her tan skin, it really brought out her grey eyes. She had a beautiful mouth, a fiercely toned body with luscious curves a round bum and long strong legs.
"Wooooooooowwwww." Peter accidentally said out loud, his mouth agape, and then his eyes fastened on her breasts. She had on a wet bra type tank and yes, it was white, and some black cotton shorts that were really short.
"Ehemm.." You act like you've never seen me before. "Where is Nibs?" Layla questioned, not fazed by Peter's piercing eyes.
Peter's brows furrowed a bit and he put his hand over his crotch for he felt his pants tighten. "I don't know I'm not his keeper." He spat and turned away.
"Well since everything seems well, I must go, we must repair our camp." Chief said and walked out of the underground home. Feeling the awkward tension everyone else dispersed as well and Peter retreated to his room.
Peter (Hook) stood in the mirror looking at his new face and body. He took in his appearance as he ran his fingers through his blond tousled hair. He blinked and ran his fingers finger over his straight eyebrows and looked into his own blazing emerald green eyes. Peter (Hook) ran his fingers down the side of his face and over his pretty lips.
He glided his hands over the leaves that ran across his body as he stood in the mirror with. Peter placed his hands on his hips and flexed his abs, he watched as his muscles tightened and popped underneath his skin. "Ahh, youth….beautiful." Peter said to himself.
He turned to the side and flexed his arms; his eyes sparked and glowed as he felt power and intense energy surge through him. Peter rolled his eyes at his appearance; having enough of it he made his way to his bed and sat. Peter stared at the wall and allowed his mind to travel to oblivion.
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Mary had fixed then checked on Wendy one last time. Seeing no progress in her condition Mary walked out onto the balcony and looked up into the star filled sky.
"I wonder.." Mary trailed off and decided to send a message to Peter. "Stars…carry this message to Neverland….Peter…please come…Wendy has fallen ill, the doctors can't seem to figure out what's wrong. I think it has something to do with you…..please if you hear me…" Mary whispered through her plump lips….
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The stars had passed the message on and her words rode on the winds of Neverland, blew into Peter's room and whispered in his ear….
Peter was sitting on his bed in a trance when a voice puffed in his ear, blowing a few tendrils of hair that hung around his ear as it whispered…
"Please..if you hear me…"
Peter snapped back into awareness and his eyeballs rolled to the corner of their lids as he listened.
"Peter please come… Wendy has fallen ill…….."
Peter's face scrunched up as he tried to recognize that voice. "Mary?" Peter whispered. Then remembrance came to his face. "Ahhhhh…yes….Mary."
Peter stood upright and his eyes fell on a chest that sat against the wall. He walked up to it and with a wave of his hand it opened.
"Perfect." He said as he saw the clothes in it. He dressed himself in a black button up shirt, blue jeans and black Durango boots.
Satisfied with his appearance Peter walked out into the main area. Baring no regard for his crew who sat at the table, he walked to the base of the chute and was about to fly off.
"Where u goin Peter?" Slightly asked as he stuffed a muffin in his mouth. All eyes were on Peter as his crew waited for him to answer.
Peter smirked, shot up the chute and out of Neverland expediently and winter followed.
"He's all dressed up; he must be going to earth. Weird how he didn't even offer to take us along." Layla snorted, annoyed.
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Mary had walked back into the hospital room and sat down on her bed. She picked up the TV remote and began channel surfing.
Tap Tap Tap. Peter tapped on the glass of the balcony door and Mary's head snapped in that direction.
Mary saw a black silhouette with glowing eyes and immediately knew it was Peter.
She swiftly got out of bed and ran to the door. Sliding it open she quickly embraced Peter. "Oh Peter…its Wendy." She cried and released him.
Peter's face had a hint of arrogance on it but it was immediately erased once he realized he was at a hospital. His glowing eyes averted past her and fell on the slumbering brunette lying on the hospital bed. Peter gently pushed Mary aside with the back of his hand and stepped into the room.
"What's happened to her?" Peter asked softly as he approached Wendy's bedside.
Mary quickly made her way to the other side of Wendy. "She's in some kind of a coma; it was all very odd as was her reappearance. That's what made me think you could help her."
"Can I?" Peter's eyes went up as he looked to Mary with a questioning look on his face.
"You have a connection with her, I know it. You must wake her Peter, free her from this cursed slumber."
Peter licked his lips then pursed them as he thought about what she said. He looked down into Wendy's sleeping face. Wendy was truly a sleeping beauty. Her long brunette tresses lay sprawled out over the pillow, her long lashes rested against her cheeks and her plump ruby lips were peacefully set.
"My beauty." Peter breathed and was drawn in by her mouth. He raised his hand and drew back; the covers followed his hand and rolled back revealing Wendy in her hospital gown. She lay still, her fingers intertwined as her hands rested comfortably on her stomach.
Peters thickly lashed eyes washed over Wendy's sleeping form. "So beautiful." Peter whispered as Mary stood on the other side of the bed watching.
Peter really didn't know how he was going to rouse Wendy so he figured he would give her some of his energy. He slid his hand under Wendy's hand and rested it on her stomach. Peter's eyes fell on her lips and he leaned over her.
He bought his face down upon hers and paused as their noses touched. Peter felt her breath puffing on his face and was immediately consumed by the effects of her close proximity. Peter placed his other hand on her forehead as he inhaled and marveled at her scent. He nuzzled her nose and his eyes rolled back as he opened himself to her.
He pressed his lips firmly against hers as he pressed his hands down upon her. Green light emitted from Peter's hands and went into Wendy. Wendy's lips parted as she took in a breath, Peter opened his eyes a bit and opened his mouth. His eyes went ablaze as green light emitted from his mouth and went into hers. Peter's his skin began to turn pale as he was rapidly transferring much of his power into her.
Wendy inhaled the green energy and arched her back. Peter released her and stood upright, his power still emitting past his lips. Vertigo quickly washed over him as Wendy kept inhaling his power. Peter pursed his lips, cutting off her supply, swayed then passed out on the floor.
"Gasp" Mary ran over to the side of the bed where Peter was and first looked at Wendy who was stirring. "Wendy, Wendy please, get up!" Mary cried as she grabbed Wendy's hand, forgetting about Peter.
Her foot gently ran into Peter's body and she looked down at him. "Oh.." She breathed and bent down and put her hand on his pulse. Seeing that he was still living she returned her attention to Wendy.
"Emmmmm" Wendy moaned as her head turned left and right then she slowly sat upright. "Mother?" Wendy called as she rubbed the last bit of sleep from her eyes.
"I'm here baby, I'm here!" Mary cried with tears of joy as she embraced Wendy.
"What happened?"
"Peter woke you dear." Mary happily informed.
"Peter?" Wendy asked surprised and looked over the side of her bed to see a blond haired boy clad in a black shirt and blue jeans lying on his side.
"He passed out." Mary quickly answered. She crouched down beside him and shook him. "Peter, it worked.." Mary said happily. Getting no response she leaned him up against the wall.
Wendy quickly hopped out of bed and Mary pulled the IV station over to Peter so Wendy could make her way to him.
"Peter….Peter." Wendy desperately called as she shook him violently. "Wake up..Wake-up." She said as she gently slapped his sleeping face and his eyes started to flutter as he began to come to.
Peter's eyes opened slowly and they took in Wendy's angelic face. "Wendy….it worked…your awake." Peter said softly and Wendy quickly captured his lips and they kissed each other deeply. They broke the kiss, chests heaving. They clung to each other as they stood, never taking their hands off of each other.
Wendy breathed a deep sigh of relief as her eyes washed over Peter's face and his mouth which was curled up a bit at one corner. Wendy grabbed Peter's cheeks and locked lips with him once more. Wendy broke the kiss and her blue eyes washed over his handsome face anew. "Oh my goodness I thought I lost you." Wendy breathed with relief in her voice, then she showered his face with kisses and Peter smiled a devilish smile.
"Ehem…well I guess I'll go tell the doctors to release you." Mary said but was ignored; Wendy kept showering Peter's face with kisses as she kept her hands on his jaw line.
"I'll be going now….to get the discharge paperwork started."
Peter took a step back, breaking away from Wendy with a smile. He turned his head to acknowledge Mary. "Alright then. I know where you live, I'll make sure Wendy makes it back safely.
"Alright then." Mary said then turned to walk out the door.
Wendy's smile and glee dissipated as she remembered Arizael and her threat. Mary walked out of the room and Wendy looked at Peter. "Um, I think I need to sit down for a minute." Wendy said as she walked over to the pull out bed and sat.
"What is it?" Peter asked but not really caring, he wanted to get at that mouth again, and ultimately plunge himself knee deep inside of her.
"Come and sit." Wendy offered and Peter came quickly. He sat on the pull out bed and practically threw himself on top of Wendy. He pushed her down and aggressively kissed her.
"Emmm!" Wendy screamed inside of Peter's mouth. She placed her hands upon his chest and pushed him back. The kiss was broken and Peter opened his eyes slightly, his face was consumed with burning desire. Wendy tried to speak but Peter fastened his lips upon hers once more.
Wendy squirmed under Peter's aggressiveness, he had one hand fastened on the back of her neck and the other ran up her side and cupped her breast.
She grabbed a handful of his hair from the back of his head and pulled back but Peter was reluctant and began sucking on her bottom lip. She kept pulling back on his hair until the pain became unbearable and Peter released his hold on her.
Wendy scrambled to get herself up right and scooted back a few inches to create space between them. Her chest heaved as did his, her eyes angry as she tried to find the words to say.
"What is it Wendy, don't you want me?…I want you…" Peter questioned as he leaned forward like a predator.
"I do want you Peter; you have no idea how badly."
"Then lets go at it" Peter blurted as he was upon her again and Wendy rolled off the bed as Peter tried to capture her.
Peter lay on his belly and slammed his fist down on the bed where Wendy once was. He cocked his head to the side and glared at Wendy, his eyes fierce as they slowly began to dilate. "Why are you playing games with me woman?!" Peter rasped full of anger.
Wendy's face was questioning, her eyes bugged out and her eyebrows were raised. "What? Peter…there's something we need to talk about first."
"Wwwhat?" Peter spat annoyingly as he dragged out the word, his teeth barred as he let out the last syllable.
Wendy furrowed her brow as she backed up to her bed and covered herself with a blanket.
"Is everything alright? How have you been since I seen you last?"
Peter sat upright on the bed and stared at her. He had no idea what took place the last time the real Peter saw Wendy, so he didn't know how to answer that.
They both sat and looked at each other, Wendy's eyes started to look to her right and left as she patiently waited for a response. Not getting any she decided to break the awkward silence.
"How is Neverland? Have you guys killed that Witch yet?"
Peter placed his elbow on one knee leaned forward and rested his head in his hand and grew irritated. "No." He answered flatly.
"Have you seen her?" Wendy asked keeping a firm grip on her blanket.
"No, and quite frankly I don't give a crap…why?" Peter asked as he rubbed his eyes with his hand.
The conversation was cut short as Doctor Grey walked in with Mary and performed a check up on Wendy to conclude her stay.
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Back at Neverland…………..
Peter slowly came to as he felt himself being chained to a table, his arms shackled above his head and his ankles shackled as well. He opened his eyes and his breathing picked up.
"Hi Peter." Jukes solemnly greeted.
Peter's eyes rapidly ran over Jukes face. "Get me out of here." Peter quickly spat in a panic. Peter snapped his head to the other side and saw Nibs blank face staring at him.
Nibs mouth moved really slow and hung open and a stray tear slid from his eye down his cheek and hung at his chin. Nibs was trying so hard to communicate to Peter but couldn't.
Peter watched and immediately became distressed. "Fight it Nibs….fight."
Nibs gave in for the darkness was too strong and he wiped his tear stained cheek and turned his back on Peter.
Jukes just looked at Peter as a vine slid through an opening on the table and wrapped around Peters neck, another slid through an opening and wrapped around his waist and Peter panicked.
"I can't help you out of this one Peter, that Witch watches everything." Jukes said sadly. "Maybe if you just give her what she wants, you won't have to go through this."
Peter strained against his bonds and the vines constricted and Peter whelped and began to choke.
"Maybe if you just give her what she wants, you won't have to go through this." Jukes repeated himself as he tried to reason with Peter.
"Relax, don't try to get away or the vines will just keep constricting." Jukes said and Peter reluctantly relaxed as he became light headed. His breathing was loud and laborious, his heart beating out of his chest.
"I will not give in so easily." Peter whispered.
"It is to your best advantage." Jukes tried again but Peter kept staring up at the dark ceiling.
Jukes gave up. "This room is meant to torture you, so try to remember, there is nothing in this room but your thoughts, so try to keep them happy." Jukes advised then he blew out the candle that sat on a small table next to Peter and it became very dark.
Peter's breath caught in his throat as the only light he had was the open door way. He watched Jukes and Nibs silhouettes walk out the door.
The door slammed behind them, making the room pitch black.
Peter's chest heaved as he tried to stay as still as possible, he couldn't help but panic. He totally forgot what Billy Jukes had just told him.
He closed his eyes in an effort to try to sleep, for his body was hollering and screaming out in agony and his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
A few moments passed and Peter calmed down only to hear the sound of dragging feet. He snapped his eyes open and he panicked as his eyes moved around rapidly but was unable to see a thing.
The sound came closer until it was right up on him; the person struck a match and lit a lantern. "Greetings Pan." Hook rasped and Peter gasped and began to pant.
Hook set the lantern on the table between Peter's legs. "I have a present for ya boyee." Hook said as he pulled out a small black box and smirked evilly.
"Nnnnooo." Peter whispered and coughed as his throat was parched.
Hook stuck his gloved hand inside of the box and pulled out a king sized leech.
Peter gasped and snatched at his bonds, the vines constricted around his throat and waist making Peter gasp again. Fear tore through Peter as Hook cackled in a low tone. Hook hung the leech over Peter's body, taunting him with it.
Peter jerked again and screamed in terror as loud as he could "Ahhhh!-Ack- choke- choke. The vines squeezed him tighter than tight cutting off his airway and inhibiting him from taking another breath. The image of Hook became rippled and transparent but Peter did not relax, he continued his futile attempt at pulling on his bonds, only making the vines squeeze him tighter.
Jukes was standing right outside the door when he heard Peters scream get cut off. "Never listens…" Jukes sighed and ran into the room. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Billy Jukes quickly lit a few lanterns to light the room and his eyes fell on Peter's inanimate body.
"S—t!" Jukes cursed and quickly cut the vines off of Peter and Arizael came running in.
"What are you doing?!" She cried as she ran to Jukes side.
"The vines strangled him, I figured I'd cut them, I know you don't want him dead!" Jukes quickly reasoned before she could retaliate.
Arizael's mouth went agape and she quickly turned to Peter. "Peter….Peter.." Arizael called but got no response. She quickly took his pulse. "His pulse is weak." Arizael said as she waived her hands and Peter's shackles opened.
"Tell Clara to run a bath, we need to end his suffering immediately, he's barely breathing." Arizael commanded and Jukes ran out of the room. Nibs came walking in and stood beside Arizael.
Arizael shook Peter's face in an effort to rouse him. "Wake up Peter….come one…wake up."
Peter's eyebrows furrowed weakly and he moaned. He barely opened his navy blue eyes as he looked into Arizaels face. Horror gripped him as he still lay with his hands painfully above his head and his legs open slightly.
"Are you alright?" Arizael asked but Peter just stared, unable to speak because his tongue was swollen in his mouth, and he felt paralized.
Arizael grabbed one of his arms and pulled it down to his side. "Emmm!" Peter screamed in his closed mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. His arms were extremely stiff and her abrupt movement caused a horrible pain to explode in his shoulder joint.
Peter's chest began to heave uncontrollably as he opened his eyes and kept his gaze ahead, a look of pain on his face.
"I'm sorry Peter, but we have to move you. I want to get you into a bath and get your wounds tended to…" Arizael said softly as she felt sorry for causing Peter such pain in the first place. But he made her so mad that in her anger she took great pleasure in hurting him.
She pulled down his other arm and Peter screamed again, the sound muffled by his closed lips and he clenched his eyes shut as he continued to grunt. Arizael sat him upright and he wailed from the pain as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Have some water." Arizael offered a cup of water with a straw in it as she supported Peter's weight in her arm. Peter opened his eyes and she stuck the straw between his pursed lips and he drank. He closed his eyes as he savored the feeling of the cool liquid as it quenched his thirst and soothed his parched throat. He was able to move his mouth once more as the water soothed his swollen tongue enabling it to return to its normal size.
Once Peter finished his water Arizael turned to Nibs. "Nibs, help me get him to his room."
Nibs mindlessly grabbed Peter's legs and pushed them off the table making Peter scream again.
"Nibs!" Arizael reprimanded and Nibs just stood there with his arms hanging by his sides.
'Take and arm." Arizael instructed as she draped one of Peter's arms around her neck and he whimpered. Nibs did the same and they dragged Peter's limp body out of the room, his boots sliding along the ground. The pain in his shoulders was unbearable and Peter passed out, his head hung forward as they dragged his dead weight to the bedroom.
Clara, clad in a swimsuit, was sitting in an enormous deep Jacuzzi bath tub that was in the center of Peter's designated bedroom. It had steps that lead into the pool and many seats along the sides. Clara had filled the tub with soothing herbs and salts and they bubbled along waiting for Peter's arrival. Arizael and Nibs walked into the bedroom and sat Peter on a chair at the edge of the pool.
Clara looked on as Arizael cut Peter's shirt off, removed his boots and socks then cut off is leaf pants, all the while Peter sat limply. Once Peter was naked Clara gasped at the poor condition he was in. His skin was red and inflamed, his neck was raw as was his waist from the vines in that torture chamber. He was covered in bruises, various scrapes and scratches. His face was red; he sported bruises on his cheek and had a busted lip.
"Help me get him into the pool." Arizael said and Nibs assisted her in getting Peter in the water.
Once in the pool Arizael stood in the center and held Peter in her arms. She pinched Peter's nose and dipped him backwards submerging him under the water to wash off the irritating substances. She pulled him out of the water and held him, one arm around his back and the other caressing his face. "Wake up Peter." She said as she stroked his hair back and out of his face.
Peter slowly came to as the bubbles gently caressed his aching limbs and irritated skin. He opened his eyes and saw Arizaels face hovering over his and he snapped his eyes shut.
Arizael stood him on his feet and kept an arm around him for support. "I'm not going to hurt you, Clara here, is going to nurse you back to health. Then later, you can show me your gratitude." Arizael said as Clara took over and put her arms around Peter to help him stand.
Peter kept his head down and peeked about through his lashes and eyebrows but didn't say a word.
Arizael trudged out of the pool and up the steps. "I am going to prepare dinner; it should be ready in two hours. Put that crème on Peter's body from head to toe, and I mean literally head to toe. It will heal and soothe him. See you in two hours." Arizael instructed Clara and turned her back.
"Yes milady." Clara said as Arizael and Nibs exited the room.
Clara looked up into Peters face. "Peter, how are you feeling? Can you walk with me to the side over there?" Clara asked and Peter just stood silent. Clara nudged him forward and he slowly made his way to the side and stood.
"Now turn around." Clara gently instructed as she placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him around. "And sit." She said as she gently pushed him down and he sat. Peter's face was dry and straight, void of all emotion.
"Are you thirsty?" Clara asked as she reached for a bottle of water but Peter continued to stare, his face blank.
"Are you going to answer me? I'm just trying to help…." Clara said softly as she held the bottle of water in front of Peter's face. Peter took the bottle and raised it to his lips.
"I'm going to wash your hair first ok?" Clara said cautiously as she lifted a bottle of shampoo over his head and squeezed the contents into his hair.
Peter simply sat and allowed her to wash his hair. He closed his eyes and a feeling of relief swept over him as she washed away all residues from the tar and the watery substance he splashed around in, when he was in the caves.
One his hair was lathered up she grabbed some soap and worked up a thick lather in her hands. "Close your eyes so I can wash your face."
Peter closed his eyes and allowed her to wash his face along with the rest of his body. She had him stand and she gently ran her hands over every inch of his firm body. Clara began to blush as she did this but Peter just stood like a statute, void of any emotion.
Clara was especially uncomfortable when it came time to wash his most private of areas and Peter gasped as her fingers glided over his personals and between his butt cheeks.
"Oh finally, a reaction. I was about to think you were dead in there." Clara joked as she continued her ministrations and Peter decided to open up.
"Clara?"
"Hmmm?" She answered as she gently pushed him down so she could rinse him.
Peter paused and Clara dumped a bucket of water over his head to rinse his hair.
Peter opened his eyes and looked her in the face. "You look….have we met before?" He asked softly.
"Yes…I was wondering if you remembered me. I am a friend of Layla and Cordelia."
"How did you get locked up in this hell hole?" Peter asked as they sat and relaxed.
"Arizael possessed me sometime on earth and locked me down here. She made me look like I was the bad one and you threw me out." Clara explained as she studied the bubbles in the Jacuzzi.
"What? You mean, your that girl? So it wasn't really your own doing?"
"No."
"Oh man…I'm sorry…." Peter breathed. "But don't worry, we'll find a way out of here…together."
"No Peter. Please, don't try. There is no way, I been constantly looking for a way out since I've been down here and have been beaten severely for it." Clara pleaded. "Just.."
"No." Peter quickly interjected. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I cannot and will not stay locked up down here. I don't care; I'm not scared of that ole witch." Peter retorted.
"Then you're a fool." Clara responded.
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