Rating: PG-13 to R for violence and language
Archiving: Yes...I guess…just tell me
Copyright: Everyone but me…I only own Mathias and Lynette…and Mark
Pairings(?): Eventually…Lyn and Hook…but it'll be another chapter or so before anything is set in stone…
A/N: Yo guys! This is the Prologue for my new Peter Pan fanfiction. I promise that it will get more interesting^_^ Mathias is pronounce (Muh-Thy-Us). Thought I should let ya know^_^ Hook will be in this soon as he will become a major part in Lyn's life. Teehee. Lynette is mine and I own her and Mathias…nothing else. Everything else belongs to the great writer of Peter Pan. While everything (setting wise in Neverland) resembles the set from Hook, the characters are those from the new Peter Pan movie with Jeremy Sumpter and Jason Isaacs…man I love that man!! He's such a good actor…okay, enough prattle. On with the story!!
A Better World~ Prologue~ Found
It had long been a law amongst fairies that the visiting of other worlds without a guide or without direct permission from the counsel was prohibited. It was a law, however, that many fairies broke quite often. The counsel had long since given up on containing the curiosities of all fairies, but did not change the law for reasons only they would know. So long as you were not seen or caught, you were fine to wander world from world.
And that is exactly what Mathias was doing. He was currently flitting through the streets of some grungy, rundown place called New York.
If this was New York, then he didn't want to see Old York. The streets were filthy and littered with garbage and the occasional homeless body.
The young fairy sighed. He had really hoped that this would have been more exciting, but it was merely dull, disappointing, and rather disturbing. He didn't know much about this world, but what he could gather was that it was a nasty and corrupt place with very few good things about it.
At least that is what he thought before he rounded a corner at breakneck speed, and slammed into an equally fast moving object.
What he surmised to be a girl let out a shrill yelp and stumbled back a few paces, her eyes darting to a fro to try and find out who ran into her. He wasn't fast enough, and still too dizzy from impact to fly away, so she met with a glowing purple shape in front of her.
He realized all too late that she was staring wide-eyed at him, and had reached out her leather gloved hands to cup around him.
Panicked, he suddenly began to thrash and flutter, his wings bending horrible in the girls hands as they beat to try and free him from death. He was certain that the cupped hands were going to close, crushing his wings and body like some filthy insect.
Screaming loudly in his own tongue for her to release him and for all Gods out there to help him, he nearly missed her quiet shushes.
"It'll be okay." came a very soft whisper from the darkness. He stopped his struggling, his heart pounding in his ears as he listened again, sure he was imagining things in his moment of peril…but it came again—a soft whisper of reassurance. "I won't hurt you little fairy."
She knows!! His mind raced and he pulled his wings tighter to him and curled himself into a ball trying to get away from the warm walls of her hand. This wasn't right! How could she know what he was…and in this world, believe?
The girl chuckled softly then sighed. "I'm sorry," she whispered to her hands, and without another word, opened them. The fairy uncurled quickly and rolled up to look at his captor. She was staring down at him with vivid violet eyes and a warm smile. "I'm sorry for scaring you…I'm sure you have somewhere better to be." She smiled again, but this time sadness tugged at the corners of her mouth.
And there, along the corner of her mouth and up onto her cheek was a darkening bruise that he had not even noticed before. How did she come to get that? He wondered briefly before he felt her hands drop from beneath him, and was forced to hover, his wings clicking loudly in the thin night air.
"Do you understand me?" She looked around for a minute then settled to sit on the steps of an abandoned apartment building.
Mathias nodded.
"What's your name?" He fluttered over to stand on her knee, looking up into her pale and bruised face. A light twinkling was her only answer, but that was enough.
"Mathias? What a name…" She seemed to think for a minute before another tinkle was heard. "What? Oh! I'm Lynette." She grinned and held out her finger which he happily shook.
He was about to ask her another in a series of questions he had about this world, when a voice echoed through the night.
The voice sounded again, getting closer and closer. He looked up at Lynette to ask what it was when he saw the absolute terror that crossed her face. The voice sounded again and he clearly heard her name.
Mathias looked up worriedly, but she never looked down. "Go." she whispered harshly. "Go away Mathias…" she looked down now and he was unnerved at her colorless face and fearful eyes. "Go back to your world, wherever that is…It's got to be better than this place…" She stood up then, making the small fairy hover up just at her shoulder.
"Lynette!?! You stupid girl, where are you!?" The voice was harsh and cut through the still night like a dull dagger.
"Over here!!" she called out weakly. She turned to glare at Mathias as footsteps became louder and closer. "Go." She harshly whispered again. Mathias shook his head.
He didn't know why he wouldn't leave. He should. Fairies are not to meddle, and certainly not to get involved between mortals. But still he stood his ground.
That is until a pair of gloved hands wrapped around him, and with a soft "I'm sorry," their owner flung him into the darkness around them.
Lynette watched as the glittery light faded into the darkness before turning around to face something she never wanted to see again.
And there he was. He barreled around the corner like a rhino on the rampage. Glaring at her he reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She hissed in pain as she was pulled roughly towards the tall man. He smelled strongly of alcohol and perfume. Perfume she didn't own. His chin length black hair was pulled into a loose pontytail, the loose bits not doing a good job of covering up the circles under his angry eyes.
"What were you doing?!" he snapped, his face only inches from hers.
She tried not to gag from the stench of alcohol as she cast her eyes down to the sidewalk. "I was just out walking…"
"You're lying!!" He yanked her arm again and with his other hand he grabbed a fistful of her red hair, holding her in place. "Now what were you doing!!"
She glared at him from behind a layer of tears that began to leak from the corners of her eyes. "I was talking with fairies, Mark--just talking to fucking fairies." She said sarcastically, and watched in terror as his anger flared tenfold.
"You wanna be smart, then?" He pushed her back, his hand still clutching her hair tightly. He brought his other hand up and across her face in one fluid movement. Lynette cried out, but couldn't run. He hit her again, this time busting her lip. She cried hoarsely for him to stop, but he only got rougher.
Pulling her back close, he began to stalk back the way he came, dragging her the entire way by her hair.
Mathias watched in horror as the only human he had ever met that seemed to know of his kind, was hauled off down the dimly lit streets, crying for someone to help.
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The streets were nothing to be desired that time of night. The grime seemed to creep across every surface, and the darkness grew deeper in every shadow. But no matter how bad the night seemed to grow, he followed her.
Mathias watched as the young girl he had only just met was drug into an old apartment building. He streaked through the air trying to reach the door before it closed, but to no avail. The door slammed and locked in his face. Worried that he was never going to reach her, his heart sped up and his blood seemed to run cold.
But why did he care? He wasn't sure why, but all he knew was that he needed to protect her…but that was almost impossible now.
A sudden scream caught his attention and he began to follow where it had come from. The cries and pleas came from an emergency fire escape window on about the 4th floor. He slowly floated over to the window. He took a sharp intake of breath when he peered over the sill into the besmirched room.
Lynette was lying on the floor crying, one of her arms wrapped around her middle while the other held the side of her head. The older man, Mark, was looming over her like Death himself, a broken bottle in one hand.
"I'll show you who's boss around here Lynette!!" he growled out as he kicked out at her, hitting her stomach and her arm. She cried out as his foot connected. "Get up," he sneered as he bent over her, grabbing the scruff of her neck harshly. She merely glared at him through her tears.
Mathias saw she had blood trickling down her chin and cheek. She hissed out something that was apparently not what Mark expected to hear. "You worthless whore." he spat, throwing her back to the floor like some unwanted item.
Mathias burned with anger, his sparkling purple hues morphing into blood reds and blacks. He watched as he beat her, still unsure what he should do. His wings fluttered anxiously as his colors changed more and more. Why was he even here? What did this person hold over him? Nothing! She held nothing over him…Then why was he still here?
He turned once more to the window, holding his anger in check, his mind reeling from unanswered questions and disgust for this man…when something snapped.
There it was--the answer. She was his as he was hers. His mind cleared suddenly as he watched him grab handfuls of her hair, leaning forward to whisper scathingly into her ear. That did it.
The small fairy, not able to watch anymore, shot through the window like a bullet. Mark dropped Lynette back onto the floor and stared at the streaking orb, but his attention snapped back as he heard her exclaim, "Mathias!" Snarling at her battered form he lunged again for her, but Mathias never allowed him to get within reach.
Taking a good hold of a rather confused man's hair, Mathias sped off back towards the window. With an almighty tug he yanked him through, sending him falling onto a very wobbly fire escape.
To his amazement and surprise, as if sensing the inherent rottenness in this man, the escape platform collapsed, sending him and it crashing to the alley below.
Mark moaned painfully, but didn't get up.
Turning back he slowly flew down to stand beside the kneeling girl that had captured his very soul.
Lynette shuddered. She was bruised and bloody from her ordeal, and looked as though her very will to move had been broken. She merely sat there staring at the floor.
Going over to her slowly, Mathias held out a small hand and touched her forehead. She snapped her head up to look at him, shame crossing her features. She looked down again and was on the verge of tears when a soft voice echoed through the room.
It'll be okay. She looked up to see Mathias smiling down at her, his small hands still placed over her brow. She shook her head.
"No, it won't. He'll be angrier now…He'll probably never let me out again…Why did you come back? Why to help me?" Mathias seemed to ponder this for a minute.
I am yours--your fairy. She looked confused. Mathias sighed and stood up straighter in his position in front of her. I am the fairy that was born to be only yours. She smiled at this for only a moment. Her face changed again and tears leaked down her face.
"But if you stay here, Mark will surely try and kill you for what you did…What I let happen." She sniffled.
Mathias glared at the open window. Mark is his name? Who was he… a lover?
"My brother." Mathias stared at her in shock. He backed up, his wings fluttering furiously as she sat up. She touched the side of her head gingerly and winced from the pain.
Why was he treating you like that?! Mathias asked wide-eyed.
"I owe him a lot." She hung her head again. "He took me in when Mom died. He fed me and clothed me. I was indebted to him!! I owed him everything…"
Mathias frowned and went to circle around Lynette. Not anymore you don't!
She looked up. "What do you mean?"
Come with me Lynette! Let me show you a world where you can be free. He grinned broadly. Let me show you Neverland!
"Neverland? It's real!?" her hopes soared, but came crashing down the very next instant. "But I am too old…21 is no longer a child's age." He sighed.
But we can try. I can take you. He looked up hopefully at her. He wanted her to come, because now that he found her he wanted to be by her side like he was supposed to be. But unless she came to Neverland, he would never see her again. Time passes oddly in the Neverland world, and those created in that world will die if too far from it. Would you rather stay here?
Her eyes lit up and she pushed herself to her feet. Stumbling to the window, she leaned heavily on the sill and peered out and down to the alley below. Mark was groggily sitting up, hissing in pain every time he moved something that hurt. "Can I stay there forever?" There was a long pause where Mark's cursing was the only sound to be heard.
Yes.
She pushed away from the window and took off towards the closet. Pulling out a large duffle bag, she began to through items in. Clothing went in first, and only the stuff she would need. T-shirts, shorts, jeans and a belt went into the bottom. She only threw in one other pair of shoes which were in fact sandals, and tossed in what looked like a long nightgown. Grabbing other random items from around the room she didn't want to leave with her brother, she even went as far as leaving and coming back with a hunting knife that was clearly Mark's.
"That should do it. I don't want to leave anything of mine that he can sell." She looked sadly down at Mathias who was perched on the window sill, his baggy silk clothing rippling in the light breeze.
Are you ready?
The sound of an elevator door slamming open was heard nearby, and raised voices in the hallway signaled that Mark had staggered inside the building.
She looked down at Mathias who flew up to look in her eyes. Do you wish to leave now? He smiled softly.
The voice got louder and was joined with another. The doorknob rattled suddenly making her jump. "Yes. But how?"
We fly.
"But I can't…"
He didn't say anything. He instead circled her and her bag, a coating of shimmering violet dust settling over her.
She smiled as the glittering dust fell over her body, landing on her shoulders and on her face. Her entire body seemed to warm and glow as the bright powder melted into her skin. She could feel the magic course through her body, the bruises dulling and the wounds closing slightly. She felt alive for the first time since her mother died.
Reaching out her hand as her feet left the floor, she heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering. Mathias grabbed her hand and tugged gently, pulling her out the window as Mark and a neighbor barreled in. Mark yelled out something unintelligible and raced to the window, reaching out to grab her foot.
But she was gone, soaring high into the sky.
--Okay that's it…Read and review, I wanna know what ya'll think. I'll still write it mind you, just to get it out of my head, but what can I change or what have I messed up? Any suggestions? I love good reviews!!^_^
Hoped ya liked!!!!