Wendy Darling sat quietly by the fire. She finally had a moment to herself where she could think and breathe in and out without harassment.
The night was peaceful and calm, the only sound was the soft rustle of the leaves in the trees, as a gentle breeze swept through the camp. The crackle of the fire was soothing and was not hard to loose herself in her thoughts of home and the things familiar to her. She never like to linger on these tender thoughts too long or she would start crying and once she did, she would not be able to stop herself. Not only that, it was the last thing she wanted Felix to catch her doing. That's all she needed was for him to catch her a moment of weakness. Crying her heart out was something she reserved for when she was completely alone from prying eyes that would have no problem teasing her mercilessly.
Fortunately, for Wendy, Felix sat on the far end of the camp engrossed in some task that Peter Pan had given him, no doubt. Wendy was truly glad for this; she grew tired of his constant verbal abuse whenever Peter Pan was away. Although, she didn't understand why it made a difference if Pan was there or not. Pan was just as bad; he seemed to get a sick pleasure out of teasing and bullying her as well.
Peter had been gone all day, which usually meant he had business to attend to, most likely business of a devious nature. Wendy didn't like to dwell on this fact, when she did it sickened her to the core. Peter had turned selfish and did everything for his own gain. Everything was a game to him. She couldn't remember a single situation where Peter failed in getting what he wanted. He always won the game, and it was always on his own terms.
As wicked as Peter was, she never had the impression that he hated her, no matter how much he claimed too, his eyes told a different story. Felix on the other hand, Wendy saw nothing but pure unadulterated hatred for her. It scared her and always kept her on her guard. She knew in heart if it wasn't for Peter, Felix probably would have done away with her long ago.
She often wondered why he hated her so much. It wasn't her fault she was being kept there against her will. She didn't have a choice, but to bend to Pan's every wish, her brother's lives depended upon it.
She really loathed when he would degrade her in front of the other boys, calling her foul and unmentionable names. Nevertheless, she never cried, no matter how much it hurt, she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much those names upset her.
Without thinking, Wendy glanced over to Felix, who seemed to be working on some kind of weapon that resembled a spear. Wendy didn't realize her mistake until it was too late. Felix had caught her watching him.
"What are you staring at you stupid wench? "Felix blurted out, his face was sharp and hard as iron.
Wendy replied in foolish haste. "I don't know, I was thinking maybe a cross between an ignorant ape, or conceited pig."
Wendy sat there stunned by her sudden audacity. She could not believe this came out of her mouth. It wasn't like her at all. She glanced over at Felix who seemed to be experiencing the same shock of disbelief.
"What did you say to me, hag?" Felix threw down the unfinished weapon, and shot up like a gun towards her.
Before Wendy could even reply, Felix was in front of her yanking her up by her collar, tearing the fragile fabric in the process.
Wendy struggled to break free of Felix's grip, but the more she struggled the tighter the grip became around her neck.
"I ought to do Pan a favor and do away with you. You're nothing but trouble, I sensed it the moment Pan brought you here. You're the last thing he needs to distract him from his mission. Yes, that's what you are a meaningless little distraction. All I need to do is wait, Pan will tire of you soon enough. He tires of his toys so easily, and when he does, I'll be only too happy to dispose of you, little girl."
The curious expression of pure malice replaced the look of rage on Felix's face, as he smirked at the frightened girl.
"You're nothing but Pan's stupid little whore."
Something strange started to happen inside Wendy. Those crude words burned within her consuming every inch of her being. How dare he talk to her that way? She wanted more than anything to wipe that smug, cocky grin off his face. So, she did.
Wendy Moira Angela Darling kneed Felix as hard as she could in the groin, and then slapped him hard across the face, before he crumpled to the ground in a fetal position moaning from the excruciating pain.
Wendy stood there before him frozen in disbelief of her actions. She never in her life struck someone in anger before. What made it even more disturbing was that she actually enjoyed giving Felix a taste of his own medicine. What was this place doing to her? She never acted like a savage before. She was no different from crude Felix, who still lay on the ground holding himself, rocking back and forth.
She felt dirty, as if she had lost a part of herself. What would her mother think of her? She had stooped to Felix's level. She was better than this, wasn't she?
Wendy looked down at the palm of her hand, which was still red and numb.
Surely, her mother would understand her motive. She had to do it. She couldn't keep letting Felix get away with treating her so abominably. This time, he had gone too far.
Wendy's thoughts immediately turned to what Peter would do when he discovers what she has done. Maybe he would punish her for her insubordination.
As Pan's second in command, Felix is always left in charge, keeping the Lost Boys in check and looking after Pan's interests in Neverland till he returns. Peter would definitely see this as an act of treason on her part.
How many times has she witnessed Peter's wrath towards a Lost Boy, who committed an act of treason. Sometimes Pan punished them with magic, which wrack their bodies with pain, or they were taken into the woods, and left somewhere for days. Wendy didn't know exactly what Pan did to them, but they always returned broken. It did no good to plead their case, as Wendy found out, it usually made Pan more determined to see them punished. It also earned her a night or two in the dreaded cage.
Now she would have to pay the price. An overwhelming wave of panic rushed over her, the worst thing Pan could do was to hurt one of her brothers, and she wouldn't put it past him to do exactly that.
"I'm going to kill you when I get my hands on you, little girl. Nobody touches me!"
Wendy instantly snapped out of her thoughts. She looked down into the murderous glare of Felix's cold dead eyes. It sent sudden chills up and down her body. She was in serious trouble. Felix was indeed going to kill her.
She turned from him in an attempt to flee in the other direction, but Felix grabbed a hold of her right ankle sending her reeling forward, falling hard on her stomach. His fingers dug into her flesh as he savagely drags her toward him.
Wendy cried out from the piercing pain that enveloped her ankle. Felix had to have drawn blood. She started to feel queasy, but she couldn't let those sickening thoughts distract her. Her life was at stake, and there was no one to save her, but herself.
Wendy clawed at the dirt, as Felix yanked her even harder. She looked around at her surroundings, desperate to find something that would give her an advantage. A stick or something she could crack him over the skull, at least to incapacitate him long enough to give her time to escape. The only thing she could see within reach were the logs that surrounded the fire, and they weren't going to be any help.
She started kicking at him as hard as her little legs would allow. It was no use; her kicking seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. Before she knew it, Felix had flipped her over unto her back. Her small petite body was no match for Felix's masculine lean body. She cries out in pain as Felix jabs his knees into her legs to keep her from kicking anymore. His hands pressed hard and firm against her wrists. She was powerless to stop whatever horror he has planned for her.
His stony grey eyes glared at her with such hatred. "I'm really going to enjoy this."
Wendy made one last stitch effort, screaming the names of the lost boys, in the hopes that one of them would have the backbone to come to her rescue. However, no one came, not even Tootles, her favorite of the lost boys.
Felix laughed at her cries for help. "No one's going to come save you, little girl, because nobody cares. None of them are going to risk going up against me, and not for a pathetic little girl."
Wendy's heart sunk in despair, Felix was right. All of the lost boys feared him, and didn't want to run the risk of having to face Pan for usurping his second-in-command.
Wendy's thoughts turned to her brothers; she could feel the hot sting in her eyes as she fought back the tears. No, she wouldn't cry, never would she give Felix the pleasure of seeing her cry. At least one thing was certain; with her death, her brothers would be free from Pan forever.
She thought of Peter, what a peculiar thing, she thought, to be thinking of her captor moments before her death, but at that moment, she couldn't help but think of him.
It pained her deeply to think of the Peter Pan that once was, the Peter Pan who had once taught her to fly, and the Peter Pan with whom she shared a magical kiss. It was hard to believe that this was the same fascinating cocky boy, with whom she fell in love with, so many years ago. The Peter Pan she had once known was dead. Over time, Peter had turned into an obsessive, power hungry monster that even she could not recognize. Would he even miss her when she was gone? Did he ever feel anything for her? The probing questions she asked herself repeatedly, questions that now would never have an answer.
Felix took both of Wendy's hands, and raised them above her head, then holding her wrists down with one hand, grabbed a dagger from his belt.
A sick twisted smile crept in on Felix's face as he spoke. "Any last words before I shove this dagger through your heart?"
However, Wendy didn't have words, she had only one word, the only hope she had left. Would it work? Would it save her from the hands of this brutal viper who's ready to strike?
Sheer terror overtook her, as she watched Felix lifting his arm preparing for the kill.
Wendy took a deep breath, than started screaming over and over the only word that could save her now. "Peter!"