Peter's eyes felt so heavy, all he wanted to do was sleep, but he knew that he couldn't or there would be a good possibility that he'd never again wake. His bright green eyes searched out the troubled voice that seemed so close a moment ago but now seemed to be fading. Finally they fell on his face, his own eyes piercing into the other's bright blue ones. Already he could see tears forming, but he didn't even know the worst of it yet…all he knew was that his friend was dying on his floor. In a hoarse voice he answered his friend,

"Marcus…"

Marcus answered him in a voice that was trying so hard not to crack. He had to stay strong for his friend, especially right now,

"Y-you got caught on my screen again…but that's now why you're like this, why are you like this?!"

The boy's eyes seemed far away even though he was keeping perfect contact with Marcus'. Where could he even begin? So much had happened in what seemed like such a short amount of time…but on the cozy little island, time went by much slower for it was something that barely even existed and seemed to go backwards rather than forwards. Such a silly place, or it used to be…

"He'll be here Marcus…he knows that I'll come here. You have to leave, please leave."

He didn't understand: who was he talking about? There had never been an enemy before that had bested Peter like this, not since Hook, but he was long since dead and forgotten even by the boy that had cut off his hand.

"Is he like Hook?"

Now confusion flitted over the boy's face. Marcus should have known that he wouldn't remember him, but some part of him had prayed that in this frenzy of adrenaline and desperation he would have had even the smallest flicker…to no avail.

"Who? Marcus stop being silly. I don't have medicine…not the type of medicine that can help me right now. I need one of your medicine men. A d-doctor."

What had happened to him? Marcus helped him to sit up just enough so that he could untangle the insect screen from around him. Peter's hand was clasped tightly at his side. Now, usually Peter was the one that was stronger, but in this state Marcus triumphed over him with ease. His delicate fingers moved to Peter's hand and moved it out of the way. His breath caught in his chest when he saw the wound…it looked like a bullet wound.

"Oh Peter…"

Peter's jaw locked; he was not going to cry…he never cried, or he'd convinced himself of that. Where had this shot come from? And why was he even sitting here wondering?! His friend needed a hospital…but could he even be treated in the same manner?

"All right…I need to get my parents."

He knew the reaction before Peter jerked his head towards him,

"Grown ups?"

He answered him with a simple nod. Peter didn't like the idea of that,

"N-no! I don't need them!"

"Peter, you just said you needed a doctor; doctors are adults."

"I never said I needed a doctor."

This was tiring…and ridiculous; there simply wasn't time to argue. It was then that Marcus realized an absence. Where was the light that followed him…?

"Peter…where's Clara?"

His eyes moved away from Marcus and closed. No…they'd killed his fairy?! H-how?! Who the hell was after him so much that they killed Clara?! For the first time since being in Peter's presence, Marcus felt afraid…They'd bested Peter, Peter Pan, and killed his fairy. The sound of Peter's hoarse voice caused him to jump a little bit,

"I need you to go back to Neverland. Riot up the-"

"What?! No! I-I can't do that!"

The tears were spilling out faster now, even though Peter had yet to shed a single one. Despite all that had happened so far, somehow the boy found a way to smile at his friend. He lifted his hand up and touched Marcus' cheek, being sure that the boy would not look away from him again.

"Marcus…listen to me. Go back to Neverland: riot up the boys. They're the only ones that can actually help you right now…look at me. If you don't want me to die then I need you to do this for me."

How was he supposed to riot them up? Would they even listen to him…? Peter was the leader, the captain; they followed him, not Marcus. Peter's eyes widened and flickered over to the crashed through window. Marcus gripped his hand that was still on his cheek and pressed it closer as if in some way that would aid in staying protected. Was he here? The person that had done this to him?! Had he already made it?!! Peter's eyes stayed zeroed on the window as he spoke, for once looking far beyond his years,

"You need to go…don't worry about me. He won't kill me immediately; he'll want to bring me back to the island for that. He'll want my men to see me die…see me fail."

"P-peter?"

"Don't worry…if anything he might actually let me get healed up, but I don't know. What I do know, is that if you're around me when he's here then he'll kill you without hesitation. He doesn't dangle or play with his prey or anyone that's an obstacle…only me. You'll be a nuisance."

"W-who is he?"

"Sennyo…Kira Sennyo. He looks like an Indian, but he's not an Indian. His eyes are similar, but his skin is pale like yours. His eyes are slanted and he has dark hair that mixes with blood red. You'll know him when you see him…He has adornments…earrings and necklaces; clothing like I've never seen. I-I don't know what child imagined him, but he's designed strangely."

Marcus' eyebrows furrowed together. This guy…he sounded Asian from his description. He seemed like a young Asian person too, someone from his own generation possibly.

"H-his eyes. What color are his eyes Peter?"

"Gold…AH!"

His head tipped back as he cried out in pain. The wound was only getting worse. There wasn't time to talk. Marcus quickly stood up and took out a notebook and paper. He jotted down everything his parents would need to know: that this was a boy named Peter that had been shot and was going to die if they didn't get him to a hospital. That was enough for his parents to know…but the hospital would have one hell of a time trying to find a record of Peter. He knew that they'd laugh and think he was insane when he told them that he was Peter Pan. He moved back to Peter's side, the note being laid down at his side for his parents to find.

They locked eyes for a moment before Peter broke the silence…his voice was so far away that you'd think he was speaking from the island…perhaps that's where he was,

"Happy thought…"

How could he think of a happy thought right now?! More tears fell down his cheeks as he looked over his friend. The blood spilling from him was pooling around him now, touching onto Marcus' knees as he stayed knelt beside him. He shook his head slowly…he was hesitant now. How could he possibly leave him here?! What if that Kira person came here?! The weak smile that formed on Peter's face only made it that much harder to grasp at a happy thought. Peter's fingers moved to a pouch at his side and he dipped his fingers in and brought them back out.

A beautiful glistening substance was on them; Marcus knew what it was immediately and shied away from his hand as he outstretched it towards him. Peter's eyes grew sterner as he quickly reached out and took Marcus' face in his hand, letting the dust spread across his cheek and up into the roots of his hair.

"Happy thought Marcus…"

Obediently he nodded and in a moment his body started to lift from the ground. He reached his hand out and grasped at Peter's so that he wouldn't drift too far. He'd flown plenty of times with him, but he felt so unstable now…leaving his teacher on the floor to die. Again he saw Peter's eyes widen in horror,

"Go!"

He quickly jerked Marcus back so that he flew towards the window. He had only a moment to scream out for his parents in the loudest voice that he could muster. It sounded terrified and blood curdling. The last thing he saw was the lights turn on in his parents' bedroom before he turned and darted off towards the stars.