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A/N: Thank you to those of you wh reviewed, favorited, and followed, it means the world to me. I hope you like this installment. I intend to follow Wendy and Pan mostly, but I also think that it's an interesting concept that Pan was black mailing the Darlings, I also want to go deeper into how that came to be in this fic.
You won't admit to it.
Wendy kept a stony face as the shadow flew her to Neverland. She didn't look down she looked straight ahead as the stars got closer and closer. Suddenly she felt very disoriented and then they were flying towards a sun rise over an ocean. There was a silhouette of an island ahead. Many children began to struggle when they saw the island, almost as if they innately felt the danger that they were in, but Wendy did not struggle, after all she had wanted to leave.
The shadow began to slow as they approached the island, and when they were over an island it dropped Wendy. The fall wasn't very far, but it was enough to get a startled gasp from Wendy. Wendy clutched her book tight to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut tight. When she made contact with the ground Wendy let out a soft yelp. The fall had hurt, but she hadn't really hurt herself, just a few bruises, that was nothing on Neverland, most lost boys came with more.
Wendy sat on the beach for a long moment before standing and brushing the sand off her night dress. She looked around at her surroundings. She was on a beach which had white sand that glowed in the sunrise. Wendy still held her book for it was the only thing except for the clothes on her back that she had left from her home.
After only a few minutes Wendy heard rustling in the bushes and trees lining the beach. She slowly backed away wary of whatever might be veiled by the folliage. Soon boys began to leak out of the tree line, they all looked quite deadly bearing swords, and daggers, and crossbows. They all looked to be about her age or younger. Each boy wore a dark brown cloak, but most of their hoods were down. Only the one in the lead had a cloak up.
"Well boys look what we've got here." the boy who seemed to be leading them said. His voice was almost a monotone and held almost no expression at all. He was probably just barely older than her, but he sure was a lot bigger. "We have a girl, sure haven't seen one of those in a while." He said his eyes raking over her. Wendy shivered in fear she didn't trust whatever these boys were going to do.
Wendy made a split second decision and darted to her right before plunging into the forest. She hiked up her skirt with one hand and clutched her book to her chest with her other. Wendy crashed though the foliage branches hitting her as she sprinted past them. She ignored everything except for the pounding of her feet. In the background she could hear others crashing through the forest following her. They could follow her she just had to be faster. Wendy changed her direction running for a time to her left, and then straightening out. She was trying to throw them off her trail at least a little.
Suddenly Wendy reached a large cliff over the ocean. She stumbled back looking in horror at the thing she had almost fallen over. She could no longer hear the sound of the boys following her, but that didn't mean that they weren't still on her trail. Wendy panted letting her breathing go back to normal, her chest and throat were burning, she had no clue how long she had been running for, or how far she had gotten.
Wendy stared off at the ocean, the sky was darkening almost as if it were sunset. It made no sense to Wendy, why would the sun be setting, in London she was sure it would have been rising, but then she was sure that she wasn't on London anymore. In her distraction Wendy didn't notice when a boy made his way out of the forest, he wasn't dressed like the others, he did not wear the cloaks that all of the other boys wore.
"Pretty isn't it." he said to her in a nonchalant manner. He didn't seem threatening he just seemed to be musing. Wendy let out a yelp as she saw the boy. Wendy turned on her heal and made a run for the forest, but she didn't even get to the trees before she was stopped. She felt as if she couldn't move her legs, as if she were almost stuck to the ground in her spot. "ah-ah-ah" the voice of the boy came from behind her. "You know it's very rude to run away from people, especially your host." he said as he circled around her.
The boy was not as large as the one she had seen earlier, though he seemed to be just around her age. There was something about the boy that stood before her that could strike more fear in her than all of the other boys combined. This boy held a cocky aura of power about him. It was as if he were powerful and he knew it well. "Host?" she questioned. Wendy had thought she had maybe shown up on a deserted island or something of the sort, who knew, but it seemed that she had in fact instead ended up on an island full of boys.
The boy smirked looking her up and down. " My Wendy haven't you grown." he said with a smirk as he circled around her. The way the boy stared at her made Wendy very uncomfortable. She didn't know who this boy was, so why should he know her? There was, however something very familiar about this boy, almost as if she had seen him in a dream.
Wendy became more and more confused as she searched her brain for answers. "How would you know?" she finally spat out angrily. She didn't know where she was, and being at the mercy of this boy didn't help her at all.
The boy's smirk widened, " Why don't you remember dear Wendy? You've been here before, it must look awfully familiar." Wendy wanted to scream at the boy and shake him, to tell him that she had no clue who he was or where she was at all, but it did seem so awfully familiar, it was like she had been here a very long time ago.
Wendy just glared at the boy her anger finally getting the better of her "I have no clue what you're talking about." She said loftily turning her nose up and looking away from the boy.
The boy chuckled getting ever closer. "Now we both know that that's not true." he said. He certainly seemed to know a lot about her. Wendy gave a frustrated huff, but resigned herself to not say anything seeing as any denials got her nowhere.
The boy continued to gaze at her. " You really don't remember do you?" the boy asked accusingly. He seemed incredulous that it was even possible for her not to remember this place. He then smirked "I suppose I should introduce myself then, I'm Peter, Peter Pan"
Wendy stifled a gasp. " You have to be joking, Peter Pan is just a story character, one used in children's stories." Wendy said incredulously " You can't possibly expect me to believe that you really are Peter Pan."
Peter chuckled suddenly getting very close to Wendy. "Oh, but I am, and you better believe it Wendy Darling, because I'm not just some story book character, I'm much, much worse."
John Darling stared at the paper in his hands. That morning when the Darling family had woken up, they had found Wendy's door open slightly ajar. Left on the windowsill were two notes one addressed to Michael and John, the other addressed to their parents. The handwriting was neat and tidy just like Wendy's.
John had not opened the letter in front of his parents, he thought that it may have some sort of information about where Wendy had run off to. John knew Wendy had been angry at him after their confrontation the day before, but he thought that being her closest confident for so long, she might have forgiven him, and at least told him of her whereabouts. He figured Wendy had run away unable to face the prospect of becoming a wife.
What lay before John was worse than anything Wendy could have possibly said to him. When he had opened the letter it clearly was not the tidy script that Wendy wrote in, but instead a messy scrawl. The inside of the paper was smudged with ink and dirt. The letter was not from Wendy at all, but instead from someone going by the name of Peter Pan. John remembered when they were children, that Wendy had always told stories about Peter Pan. It seemed like a sick joke that such a beloved character would become a villain of sorts stealing away their sister. The letter said that John had better follow orders which would appear in letters on his windowsill or his sister would be harmed.
Even the prospect of his sister being harmed by someone on account of him made him sick. John did not truly believe that the letter was from Peter Pan, since Peter Pan was merely a story, but John did believe that if this person was ruthless enough to take a young woman in the middle of the night, that they would be willing to harm said young woman to get what they wanted.