A/N: I was reading a fanfic on Peter Pan and at the end it brought me to tears which isn't easy. Then I began to think and that thought evolved into this story. I've been dying to write this. I hope you readers enjoy. I don't own Peter Pan, if I did, I'd be rich.
Inspired by Appeltonic.
Neverland, once a paradise for children of all ages, was now a living nightmare. They no longer visited the mysterious island for it was not theirs anymore and eventually forgot. They grew up too fast; they didn't believe anymore. The innocence had died. The mermaids have left; the Indians were in constant hiding, what was once the hunters has become the hunted; the worst part of all, was that the fairies have died. The magic is gone.
But the rules of Neverland hadn't changed, run-aways were still being sent there if not claimed in seven days. Of lost boys and girls; yes girls, these were escapes from parents that abuse them. Now they wished they hadn't, didn't last long.
Peter stared longingly at the gray sky; the sun had not shown its golden rays in years. The Peter Pan we once knew was gone, he no longer laughed or crowed nor even played tricks on the pirates; he was cold to the touch. All he ever did now was wait for his end to come fast and painless. The only reason he was still alive was because the Lost Kids dragged him to safety although some propose to leave him to die.
With each new lost kid that came, the others would hold their breath in hopes that the new member would be able to cheer Peter up. Every last one of them failed although some were still persistent.
Someone grabbed his arm and yanked him into an ally.
It was Ash, one of the Lost Kids, Peter gave no notice.
"What are you crazy?" she whispered, "You could get caught and you should know better than anyone what they would do would do to us."
Peter said nothing as some pirates walked by.
"Oh come on Peter, you used to throw rocks and over ripe mangoes at that old codfish's head. You always had fun and led your lost boys bravely into battle," Ash whispered.
Peter didn't reply but looked back at the gray sky. Always waiting for Hook to slit his throat.
A/N: I know, I made Peter seem really lousy but that's part of the story. The rest of the story will be better, although I think the new character I'm going to bring in is going to be more lousy because she doesn't have much of a personality and be there only to play damsel is distress. Tell me what you think, is it good, is it bad? R&R. If you do not, I will stop writing this story conpletely.