This chapter is not as long as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to give you something for now. Sorry it's taken a while to update, but it's the Christmas season and everything's been kind of hectic. I will continue with chapter 3 after Christmas. I hope you like my story so far. This is my first attempt at fan-fiction and the reviews have been very encouraging.. Thank you!
There was no sign of Peter coming to her rescue. Pan has a magical connection to the island, Neverland seems to react to his emotions, but not even a breeze or a rumble of thunder could be heard of his coming, or that he even cared that his Wendy was in trouble.
"He isn't coming." Wendy whispered, her voice cracked in utter devastation.
Felix burst out in laughter at the girl's obvious anguish. "Did you actually think that would work? That Pan would actually swoop in like a knight and shining armor, and rescue you? Wow, you're even more pathetic than I thought. I'm actually embarrassed for you."
She knew it was a long shot screaming for Peter Pan. At least now, she knew what his true feelings were. It was clear that Peter has no tender regard for her now or ever did. Felix was right, she was just a toy, a meaningless little distraction in Pan's game.
All of those precious memories she held dear in the most secret place of heart, were all lies. Wendy gasped as a striking pain pierced her heart, but it wasn't from the blade of Felix's dagger. Gut wrenching heartache coursed through her entire body. Peter might as well be holding the dagger.
Wendy went limp; she no longer had the will to fight for her life. She would succumb to her death willingly, but not without giving Felix a warning, something she could leave him with that would keep him up at night, always wondering.
"What about you Felix? If Pan is exactly what you say he is, what makes you think that he cares what happens to you either? That he wouldn't turn on you as soon as you become of no use to him or his little game."
Felix furious at the gull of this girl, jabs the dagger into the ground beside Wendy's face, then letting go, puts both hands around her neck and starts squeezing. Wendy struggles to breathe, making a horrid wheezing sound.
"There's a major difference between you and me, little girl. I may be a pawn in this game, but I have something that Pan values most in this world, and that's loyalty. I've traveled a long road with Pan, and he's never steered me wrong. I'd give my life for Peter Pan. So, I don't know what game you're trying to play, but I'm not biting."
Wendy's constricted vocal chords made it nearly impossible to speak, but she managed to choke out a reply. "Careful Felix that blinded loyalty may get you exactly that one day, death."
For Felix this was indeed the last straw. He'd hear no more of Wendy's attempts at trickery.
Felix snatched the dagger from the ground, keeping one hand clutched tightly around Wendy's neck. However not too tightly, for Wendy seemed to have no fight in her. This puzzled Felix somewhat, but not enough for him to care. She had insulted him the worst possible way and now she was going to pay.
Wendy fixed her eyes on her killer. She would face death, unafraid. She would play the martyr willingly for the lives of John and Michael.
Reaching her right hand into the pocket of her nightgown, she clasped the only thing she held dear in this world, a cherished memento of a boy that she loved once upon a time. It was also a symbol of hope that she held on with all of her heart, that one day the boy she loved would return to her. The thimble, Peter threw at her declaring it a symbol of weakness, Wendy kept close, hidden at all times, frightened that Pan would see it and take it away. She couldn't bear the thought of it being taken out of her possession as a cruel joke.
Felix raised his arm assuming once again a striking position.
He smirks; a look of pure evil bathes his face. "Goodbye, Wendy Darling."
Wendy doesn't flinch a muscle. If she's going to die she would die with dignity.
Felix takes aim careful not wanting to miss his target. He wanted the dagger to pierce straight into the girl's heart. His arm slowly retracts like an adder preparing to attack. Then in a swinging motion thrusts the blade toward the mark.
A gush of wind, suddenly and without warning, tears through the camp just as Felix's dagger comes within seconds of piercing Wendy's delicate skin, ramming hard into Felix and sending him free flying several feet before crashing violently into a woodpile.
Wendy could feel her heart pounding wildly within her chest. She's utterly mystified by what had just taken place, so much that she just continued to lay there on the ground not really knowing what to do. In just a matter of mere seconds, she was on the threshold of death, and then Felix seemed to disappear before her very eyes. It was all very perplexing.
Wendy heard footsteps moving slowly towards her. Her breath started to quicken as she thought of Felix returning to finish the job.
Her brain kept screaming that this was her chance to bolt and run, but the rest of her body refused to react. Wendy closed her eyes; the suspense was too mind wracking.
"Well. Well. What game is this?"
Wendy's heart leapt within her chest at the sweet sound of the familiar voice. Her eyes flew open. There standing directly above her, in all his glory, was Peter Pan. His face had a puzzled, but stern look; one eyebrow raised demanding an answer.
"You, you, came." It was all Wendy could manage to say as she looked vulnerably up into the piercing green eyes of her savior.
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