Nothing could ruin my life now. I heard Wendy scream as Hook brought his hook down and dug and dragged it until it caught my lungs. I coughed in pain. Oooow… Darkness tinged my vision. Nonononononononononononono!!! Not yet, I haven't told him… Spots… I see spots…
Hook's warm presence left mine and I nearly choked on my own blood. "THE BOY IS DEAAAAD!!!" James screamed. All around, cheers and screams erupted.
"NOOOOO!!!" I heard what sounded like Wendy's voice scream. Silly girl. I knew I would die here when James started playing on my insecurities about women. This is entirely why I have the Lost Boys not Lost Girls or Lost Girls and Boys. I do not trust women, since my mother abandoned me as a child. Wendy, I used you to see if I could trust women again… I love no woman. I heard someone being knocked unconscious, but my rapidly closing eyes were for the Captain of the Jolly Roger only.
"Ho…ok…" I managed to gargle out. He kneeled down next to me, his eyes brown like chocolate looking absolutely beautiful and befuddled. I tried to speak, only gurgling and coughing blood all over him.
"Pan." I didn't like the way he said my name; I've never liked how I was addressed by the Captain. It made me… It made my heart hurt. Tink… Was this how she felt when I screwed her over and banned her? I'm so sorry Tink… I tried to lift my hand and only managed about an inch off the boat's bottom. Around us, people were screaming, cheering, and sobbing. He picked up my hand, it felt wonderful, and I glanced at his cheek. He put my hand to it and it scared even me how well they moulded, as if made for each other.
"I…" I gurgled. Damn. Blood poured from my mouth. Damn, I HAVE TO SAY IT!! "Love you…" I managed to choke out. My hand was dropped instantly. I mentally whined, liking the contact.
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!" James Hook screeched. Everyone and everything silenced around us. He seriously just screamed my name, didn't he. Well damn. I stared at him; my eyes were nearly lidded to the fullest extent, I hadn't much time left. Tell me you love me, Old Man. TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!!!
He stared at me back. He put his hand on my right cheek and his hook on my left. "And I you, Peter-Bloody-Pan." A content smile made its way on my face. He loves me… He does… I don't care if it makes him a pedophile, he loves me!! If I hadn't been dying, I would've been in the air, flying and whooping with joy. HE LOVES ME!! HE –I gave a violent heave and everything went black. I was finally free of the burden of my love. I was finally free from the world. Death is just the next great adventure. I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Anyone want like a mini-series showing like Peter/Lost Boys and Peter/Hook? It's be rated M, but anyone who's reading this want a short story? I need a break from Harry Potter… Though, I'll probably write it just for my own vain amusement….
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