Heyyy guys! This is my first FanFiction on this website, so bear with me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, Disney does.
Warning: May contain violence.
Chapter one:
"Welcome to Neverland." Peter says as he flies in. Little does he know about Hooks plan to destroy Neverland, nor the fact that Tiger Lilly and her tribe are against him now.
"Peter, this is….. Wow!" Wendy says in awe. "The colors are so bright and beautiful! How could you not want to live here?"
"I have my reasons." Peter says with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean that I'm leaving anytime soon." He added. Peter flies down and sets Wendy down on the ground.
"I must warn you." Peter says. "There are many dangers here, and like I said before, just because you can't grow up here doesn't mean you can't die."
"I know." Wendy muttered. "But it's so lovely! How can a place like this be so 'Dangerous'?"
Peter opened his mouth to answer but was cut short by a loud 'THUD' in a near bye tree. Sure enough, James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Rodger was standing before them.
"Wendy." Peter whispers in her ear frantically. "Run to the hideout as fast as you can, and no matter what, don't look back. No matter what." Wendy was about to ask where the hideout was, but Peter interrupts her thoughts. "It's a big tree with doors, now go!"
Wendy turned on her heel and ran as fast as she can. At first she could hear them talking. Then all of a sudden she hears a shout then swords clanging. That encouraged her to run faster. She wanted to turn around and help Peter, but she had promised not to go back. No matter what.
Once Wendy had reached the hideout, she ran inside and shut the door. She reached out to lock it, but then saw that there was no lock. So now, anyone could get in.
"Has it always been like this?" Wendy muttered to herself.
About an hour past and there was still no sign of Peter. For all Wendy knew, he could be dead right now. Or with that weird pirate, what was his name? Hook?
Anyway, Wendy was worried. Like really worried. She stood up and began pacing the room. What would she do if he didn't return? How would she get home? Wendy sighed and sat down on a stool made from a log, staring at the door, hoping for Peter to return soon.
Suddenly the door bursts open. On the other side is a dangerously pale Peter, with his arms slung around their shoulders. One of the boys wore a raccoon hat with a white shirt and overalls while the other boy wore a neck tie around his head and a very dirty shirt. One of the boys spoke out in a raspy voice;
"Something's wrong with Peter."