Peter Pan 2
By Auld Lang Syne
Chapter 2
At the Darling's Manor, in the nursery…
Jane was not oblivious to her mother's nightly weeping. Her father and her brother may have been, but certainly not Jane.
It all started when Jane found herself thirsty and needed a drink of water. So, she sat up on her bed yawning and checked her clock. 10.23 PM. Jane stood up steadily from her bed and found her footing, so as not to stumble and fall, perturbing her brother's slumber.
She walked slowly towards the door, opening and closing it tenderly. Once in the hallway, she quickened her steps, but still being silent about it. She noticed that the door across the nursery was closed with a little light from the waxing gibbous moon, peaking through the crack below the white wooden door of her parents' room.
Three doors down across from the nursery she heard crying. It was barely audible, but can still be recognized as sobbing. Jane stopped walking, stopping at the loo and curiously peeped through the big keyhole.
There she saw her mother sitting on the closed toilet lid, holding her head between her arms and futilely wiped the tears away with her already soaked sleeves of her gown.
Jane immediately strolled back towards the nursery forgetting about the drink of water she wanted.
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In the Bathroom…
Wendy stopped her crying, dried her tears and went back to her room silently to go to sleep.
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Neverland…
Peter was returning to Neverland after hearing more adventures about him. As always, the day in Neverland changed dramatically from a cold winter day to a temperate summer day, welcoming Peter Pan home.
On his return, something was out of place. His leaving and coming home was a pretty much a routine, but this time something was different.
From what he can see through the thick puffy clouds, there on the placid waters is what only can be described as a large ship. Like any other ship it had tall white sails that help navigate the movement of the ship. It looked like any ordinary ship, but what caught Peter's utmost attention was the soaring ragged flag on the flagpole. It was black and had a white skull and two bones intersecting.
No, no… this was no ordinary ship. It was a pirate ship. There's no doubt about that. So many questions popped up in Peter's head. Did the lost boys take the ship out? No, it's not them, they don't know where it's kept, or that it still exists. Who can sail a ship? The Indians? No. They wouldn't leave the shore of Neverland.
Peter decided to check out the ship later… Until then, he would go back to the tree so as not to worry the Lost Boys, as it was always a routine for Peter to return to the Lost Boys' hideout immediately upon arrival.
'Yes, I will check it out later,'
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On the Pirate Ship…
18 years… that's how long she's been on this ruddy ship. It started out with her being the only living soul on the ship, but as time passed, more people started popping out of nowhere. Men, the whole lot of them, full-grown, dim-witted, chauvinistic men. But she showed them… Oh yes, she showed them all… Randomly shot one in the head with a pistol in cold-blooded murder and the corpse fell backwards and into the cold water. And then surprisingly, she laughed. She cackled out loud and uncontrollably, while the rest of the pirate crew just stared in shock at the spot where Gossipy Gordon once stood, but was now lost in Davy Jones's locker never to be seen again.
She understood it now… How Captain Hook felt… Killing people… It did somewhat satisfy her. For so long, she has suffered… But why she suffered, that she did not know… All she knew was that she was suffering mentally, maybe physically, but she wasn't sure anymore. It hurt so much for so long that she just couldn't tell.
But there was one thing she was sure about. And that is the satisfaction of making people suffer just as she did. Feel as miserable as she did. For it made her feel powerful, as opposed to the victim of suffering that she is. The moment she placed her hand on Captain Hook's pistol, she felt power coursing through her. For that moment, she didn't feel pain. No, she felt that she would be the force of pain. And boy did she love that feeling so.
BANG!
She blindly snuffed another one, this time more carelessly as she was still a bit off her rocker. Once again, she savoured that feeling of power.
The crew snapped out of their reverie rather harshly when they realized this mad woman would snuff them out of existence before they can so much as bat an eye. They all came to respect her out of intimidation. Some more willing than others seeing as how several had the guts to defy her and were slaughtered before they even had the chance to do the slaughtering themselves.
Speculation surrounded her since. Some said she was a seer, able to predict the future. Others say she's a powerful witch, able to read peoples' minds.
No matter, she still got her point across. She was not a woman to be trifled with, unless you wanted to accompany the unfortunate buccaneers that are haphazardly sprawled within Davy Jones's locker.
Now that she thought about it, it's been quite a while since her last fulfilling extermination and she was quite famished for another.
"Jeeves!"
A second later, a weather-beaten flimsy man came stumbling through the door, out of breath. As if his very life depended on being punctual and executing orders, and that may very well be the case, given that the woman's reputation was very infamous.
"Yes, m'am!"
"Is there anyone that you can see that defies me?"
"No, m'am"
"Very well… Fetch me a useless man then. Any body will suffice,"
"I have just the one!" and he rushed out the door excitedly.
"Marvellous!" she said, anxiously as she turned her back around, loaded her pistol and stroked it lovingly.
Moments later…
BANG!
Everybody on the ship flinched and grimaced, knowing that one of their own has left this world rather ruthlessly, never to return again.
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Author's Note: Yes, I continued. I felt that I needed to give this fic another chance, so I thought that I should post another chapter and see if I'll get anymore positive feedback. Thanks to all who reviewed. I, very much enjoyed reading them. If you want this fic to continue, I'm going to need some more reviews. And maybe if I feel in a more particularly charitable mood, I might just continue this myself. Bye!