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Chapter 1: Cheri
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.-Mae West
The string dug into the flesh of her already scarred fingers. The point of the arrow, aimed so carelessly at the apple, slightly swayed side to side as she breathed. Dreamshade, dark and luscious, dripped from the tip, poisoning the dirt at her feet. Wind blew her dark curls away from her face as she closed her left eye and used her right to aim at the apple, not at the boy's head.
"Don't move," she groaned as Jack continued to wiggle, eyes frantic and wild like a dear caught in headlights. Cheri sighed, lowering the boy and rolling her eyes. "Jack, if you continue moving, this arrow will pierce your empty skull," she explained, rather annoyed. Jack whimpered.
Apathetically, the young woman walked up to him, eyes all kind and sweet smile etched on her face. For a moment, Jack stopped moving, looking up at her sadly. Then her hand slapped his cheek and he cried out, a red imprint already forming on the sore flesh. "Ow!" he whined, leaning forward, but the ropes tying him to the tree prevented him to sink to his knees. Cheri sighed.
"Now stop moving," she groaned. This was getting boring.
She went back to her previous place, leveled the bow and aimed it. She pulled the string, watched with delight as Jack closed his eyes in horror, and let a small sigh of happiness leave her mouth. Her left eye closed, the other carefully aiming the apple. She steadied her breathing, pulled the string, breathed in and out two times. And fired.
"Woo!" she whooped, throwing a fist in the air as pieces of apple flopped each side of Jack's trembling head. "Woo hoo!"
"Is it over?" he shrilled, making some of the boys around them chuckle. Cheri nodded, strapping the bow across her chest. She walked over to him, satisfied smile on her lips.
"Yep," she answered, tapping him on the shoulder. She used her pocket knife to cut the ropes and watched him stumble along with a grin. "It was fun!" she called out to him. "Let's do that again sometime, alright?" Jack just gulped and headed off, squeezing his arms around his frail little body.
"I'm hungry," Walter complained, leaning against a tree. Cheri rolled her eyes.
"Boys are always hungry," she mumbled, hands on hips. An idea popped into her head and she lightened up, eyes wide and pointer finger in the air. "Why don't we go catch some fish, eh?" A dubious smile stretched on Walter's lips as he met the girl's fiery gaze. A mumble of approval passed through the crowd of gathered Lost Boys.
Cheri laughed, sound ringing out in the forest. She felt some boys cringe at the evil tone in her voice. "Let us go then," the girl drawled. "Let us go get some fish."
Mermaid lagoon was quiet, peaceful. Crickets buzzed in the distance, fish startled the perfect water, wind hummed in the atmosphere. The smell of ocean, salt, ran up to the girl's nose and she sniffed. That scent made the pit of her stomach rumble. The smell of fish, scales and tender meat. Although she never ate mermaids, she had a perpetual thought that they'd taste the same as fish. But that would be cannibalism. Half. "What do we do?" Walter whispered harshly. Cheri stayed half hidden in the foliage, feeling the wind pat her delicate skin. Her hair, done in a messy, loose braid, flapped behind her back with the wind.
"They know we're here," she smiled. "They'll come out soon enough."
She turned to the boys, who all stared at her with half lidded eyes and parted lips. It was really hot nowadays and the humidity level had risen impossibly high. "Everybody's got their Dreamshade?" she asked aloud. Sweaty boys looked at their arrows, wiping sweat from their brows. Strangely, Cheri felt the heat, but it never made her feel uncomfortable. Some boys told her she was a naturally cold person, then they would shake their heads and walk away slowly.
After all the boys had acquiesced about the poison, the girl nodded and turned back to the lagoon. She felt the impatience of the boys, their thirst for blood and a fight. Their impatience bore into her, like a bleeding wound infecting others. She felt her inner self burn with malice and urge as she bounced on the balls of her feet. A laugh rang out, imposing and predatory-like.
Something moved in the water, ripples waving over the surface. A dark figure glided under the blue, then another and another, until the lagoon was infested with dark figures. Cheri smiled malignantly. "Alright boys," she drawled darkly. "Let's fetch some fish." The boys were always ready for a good fight, even if it was random and pointless.
They charged in roars and howls, arrows and spears aimed at the water. Mermaids and sirens emerged from the water, hissing and baring teeth. Cheri snarled, making her way towards the banks. She level her arrow, feeling her heart in her throat. The arrow fired, hitting a mermaid in the abdomen. The brunette dismissed the soon-to-be-dead mermaid and ran along the rocky shore, boots scrunching gravel. Water splashed over her boots and she wiped around, sliding an arrow into place and leveling it. The arrow pierced the skull of a shabby looking siren, and as usual, the brunette reached out before the body sunk into the water and wrenched the arrow out. Blood floated on the milky blue surface as the young woman slide the arrow back in the bow and continued circling the banks.
The Lost Boys were going on fine, spearing mermaids, dragging them out and slicing their throats, shooting arrows from the above rocks or simply sword fighting them on the shore. It made the young woman laugh as she knelt beside a rock, took aim and fired at a merman. He squealed when he got the arrow in the back, reaching back and cracking it in two. He was dead anyway, the amount of Dreamshade in his body would soon make him whither. But he was approaching Cheri at fast speed, gliding through the water like a God. He was handsome, with wavy blonde hair and muscles to die for. But the rage in his eyes made all the beauty turn to dark ugliness.
"Oh shit, mad merman," Cheri giggled, twisting behind the rock, avoiding his hands. He roared in anger, hissing like a cat. She poked her head out and saw his blonde hair by the rock as he tried to haul himself out. "Oh shit," she repeated, leveling the bow. She was about to fire when a huge, bronze hand came out and snagged her arrow, pulling as to pull her body forward. She shrieked, face hitting the gravel and piercing the skin at her chin. "Fuck!"
Rough hands rolled her on her back as she stared up at the beautiful merman. "Hey gorgeous," she drawled, ravishing smile stretching her lips. He grunted, holding her throat as to shut her up. She groaned, kicking her legs in vain. He sat with his tail half in the water and the rest of his body on shore. He held the arrow she had been about to use, and aimed it at her throat menacingly.
"I'm going to kill you," he gnarled, teeth bared. He was still good looking even when he was mad. Cheri struggled under his grip, hands clawing at his.
"H-hey beautiful?" she coughed. He grunted. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He frowned, and just as he was about to dismiss the problem and kill Cheri, a hand clasped down on his shoulder and wrenched him out of Cheri's face.
"Peter Pan to the fucking rescue!" Cheri cheered, seeing the said Pan drag the startled merman away from Cheri, as she rolled into a crouch. Peter rolled his eyes, taking his knife out and killing the merman effortlessly.
"Aw man," Cheri squealed, picking up her bow. "He was so cute, why'd you have to kill him?" Sarcasm dripped off her tongue and face, as she stared at Pan with a fake pout. He huffed.
"I said to stay out of trouble!" he growled over the raucous.
"Sorry!" Cheri called back. "You should tell trouble to stay out of me!" He didn't laugh as she chuckled and got to her feet.
"You should stop this!" he yelled, waving his hand over the area in which the boys were in battle with a shit load of mermaids. Cheri huffed. "Bring the boys back home!" Pan persisted.
"But they're having fun!" she counterpointed. "Look at them!" She laughed when Peter groaned and look up apathetically.
"They'll get hurt," he said, more calmly. "You'll get hurt."
"Aw, look who's all mushy and pushy," she cooed, fake pouting and putting a hand to her cheek. "Your words touch, Petee. They really do." She laughed again, so casually. Peter cringed.
"Stop this," he ordered fiercely. "Or I will." He met her gaze, his harsh and dark, hers casual and light. She rolled her eyes.
"Why do you always have to ruin the fun?" She groaned back, trudging passed him with a defeated look on her features. He didn't bother to answer her. Instead, as the girl ventured back in the foliage, he ordered his boys back. The idea of retreat didn't sound good to their ears as the Lost Boys never retreat. However, many dead mermaid and merman bodies lay on the banks, blood caking the rocks and gravel. The sirens were already losing.
As Cheri trudged through the foliage, she could hear the Boys' clatter and high pitched roaring. It made her laugh as she watched her feet, stepping over rocks and making sure they landed on safe, straight ground. Neverland tended to jut things out of the ground at random places, so even if you thought you knew the place, you didn't.
Cheri decided to speed ahead of the Boys and go round camp so she could get to her cabin and change before nightfall. She walked fast through the jungle, pushing away leaves and dodging trees.
When the snapping twig made her look up, the brunette immediately brought her bow up to eye level. Her sharpened senses wandered out, in search of the suspicious sound. Her orbs scanned the forest, jerking from shadow to shadow, and tree to tree. Something felt odd, out of place. She felt like she was in a dream, and a strong sense of deja-vu hit her like a brick to the face. She recoiled, re-centered the bow and gulped down on a lump in her throat. Sweat collected on the small of her back, in the pit of her palms and on her brow. She was sweating now? It felt so odd that it made her nauseous.
All this time on Neverland, which felt like forever, trudging through the forest with the Boys, stirring trouble and just doing random shits, never made her feel like that. This was the first time she was getting a heat stroke.
Wobbly, she got to her feet and trudge along, feeling like the pit of her stomach was as fragile as an egg shell. Her feet were mushy and slow, heavy body hard to drag along. Her breathing was heavy and loud, like she had been running for a long time. She longed for water, to parch her raw throat and dry mouth. The beating of her heart, erratic and thick, echoed in her ears.
When the twig snapped again, she sunk to her knees and leveled her bow, fighting the nausea. Her aim wobbled as she scanned and searched the woods for her pursuer. She saw a shadow, quick and subtle, breeze pass her peripheral vision. Cheri jerked sideways, aiming her bow. She looked around nervously. "Who's there?" she called.
She got to her feet, bow aimed and fingers pulling the string back painfully. The brunette carefully stalked towards where she saw the shadow disappear. Her heart jerked when, far away, down the small hill, she saw a lone figure slowly walking. It had long, brown locks in a messy, wet tangle. Sand clung to their ripped attire, which was just shorts and tank top, feet bare and bloody. They had white, fairly skinny arms with a limp to their right leg. They seemed to be clutching their ribs.
Frowning, the brunette decided to scare them off, whoever they were. They were trespassing on her territory anyways. The Boys knew they weren't allowed around her cabin. It was her space.
Cheri aimed and fired the bow. The arrow hit the tree in front of the startled person, as they gasped and turned their head towards the spot where the arrow came from.
Cheri gasped, the bow clattering to the ground. Her arrows fell too, as her body felt so weak and heavy that she herself sunk to the mushy ground.
It was her. The person, standing with doe eyes, time slowing around them, was Cheri. Cheri, with fear and sadness in her eyes, innocence and ignorance. Cheri.
Leave me some feedback guys :D Where is this going? Did you see what I did there?
ok, let's rewind, because I won't really explain it. So badass Cheri sees herself when she first came to Neverland, where she was all bloody and hurt and wandering around. So, in the first chapter of Dream Nightmares for Me, when Cheri receives the arrow on the tree and looks back, seeing no one and starts running, well that arrow was from badass Cheri.
I know I know, time traveling. But yeah, it just happens. The arrow that badass Cheri shot crossed time and scared innocent Cheri. Badass Cheri could do that because well, she just can.
And questions about why she's badass and stuffs will be answered next chapter :D It has to do with the fact that she has Peter's heart, the heart that he took out before he fell in love, the heart with all the badassness and stuffs... so there ya go, I explained it -.- I need to shut up sometimes...
Ciao next one loviees :D