Unruly Hero
Prologue
Disclamier: I DO NOT own Peter Pan. Since I haven't seen the "real people" version of it(sad world, eh?) I had to use the cartoon version. I only own Louis, Antoinette, Cassandra, and maybe a future OC(other character). OH! I also own some of the plot.
It Begans...
Tiny, fragile looking fingers wrapped around a crystal door knob. A petite figure appeared in the wooden door frame. His hand was raised up in the air ready to strike the older woman standing in front of him. The small figure stuck her thumb into her mouth and watched with those big, crystal blue eyes. The woman yelled as her finger pointed towards the younger girl standing there.
"Not in front of Cassandra, please!" the man's fist stopped and stared at the girl. He lowered his hand and straightened his jacket out and fixed his graying hair.
"Yes of course." he walked towards the girl. She tensed as he lowered his hand and patted her hair.
"Be a good girl for daddy." the toddler took out her thumb and smiled showing her teeth.
"Okay daddy!" she hugged his waist and watched him walked out the golden brimmed door. She stuck her thumb back into her mouth and looked towards her mother. She walked over to her and looked under her matted hair.
"Why is mommy crying?" the woman's head lifted up to showcase a nasty bruise covering her left cheek. She wiped away the straying tears and held her baby's head and pushed it into her chest, giving her a motherly hug. Sobbing she said:
"Daddy…. Daddy made mommy cry."
Nine years had passed and the once happy, care free girl was now a sad, hopeless thoughts girl. Ever since that day her mother had passed, the little girl, also named Cassandra, had taken the roll of her mother, Antoinette. When something went wrong, or her father felt like it, he would hit her. Cassandra and her father, Louis Landon, had moved to London so her father could "expand" on his company.
Her everyday life was not like every little twelve year old girl would want. Her father ignored her, or neglected which ever you prefer to chose. She had a wardrobe that consisted of two blouses, three pairs of pants, one bra, twelve pairs of socks, one dress, two pairs of underwear, and three pairs of shoes. Her room was like a dungeon, plain white with a large window; a single bed with plain white sheets also.
Wishing on shooting stars and hoping that someone would save her was her nightly routine. Ever since her mother had told her about a boy named "Peter Pan" she had hoped and dreamed, and everything in between that Peter would come soaring down from Neverland and take her there, but eight years of thoughtless dreams and dowry hopes made her stop believing in such things. Every night before her father came bounding up the staircase she would remind herself of the fantasy stories that her loving mother told her. One night, unparticular, something terribly wonderful happened, but something also terribly awful had happened as well. Thus, this is were our story begins with the unbelievable day-dream type of girl and a…. well unruly hero.
(Author's Note:
Hi! Hope you've enjoyed this prologue, please continue to read this series. Oh and please tell me your opinion on this story because it is my first Peter Pan story. The plot here gets a little more intense and dramatic when it goes on. Really, I only started this series because I was truly bored at 2 o'clock in the hacking morning. Peter Pans rules and other things, ha ha.
Please feel free to review.
Thanks.
Fin.)
