Chapter three is here. And yes you finally get a glimpse of David.

Enjoy.

Soundtrack: Take On Me- A Ha.

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters or settings. Both belong to the respective owners of TLB and Peter Pan. I do however own the original characters and the situations.


Chapter 3. Take On Me.

Wendy spent the rest of her morning getting acquainted with her new home city. Santa Carla was really something. The main beach was very beautiful and then of course there was the incredible boardwalk. Now Wendy had only seen such a thing once, when she was little and her mother took her to Disneyland. She had loved it there, and now she loved this place.

She went on many of the rides, letting the wind blow her face at the same speed that the adrenaline ran through her veins. The excitement made her forget about her past, and that was something she was really grateful for. A moment of liberation was all she needed to feel a little better.

Then when the sun finally started to set she headed back to the bookstore. She still hadn't found a place to stay that night, but she wasn't particularly worried. She could always crash at some abandoned house for a couple of nights while she got her life back in order.

As she entered the store she saw John standing near the front desk with a blond girl.

"Hello Wendy. You are early. This is Rachel; she is going to be working the afternoon shifts with you." He introduced both girls, and Wendy simply waved back at her, she seemed nice enough. "Hope you two hit it off well. I got to go now if I don't want to be late for my meeting. If there's any trouble whatsoever my mobile number is right at the side of the phone."

"We'll be alright John." Rachel said laughing at his nervousness. "Now go! You don't want to be late for your date… I mean meeting."

Wendy chuckled a little too as she saw John turning red like a tomato. He sent Rachel a glare and then headed out with a simple goodbye.

"He's a funny guy, isn't he?" The girl asked Wendy as she started to accommodate some new books in the shelves. Wendy walked in her direction and started to help her with the work.

"Yes, I guess he's fine. Have you been working here for long?" Wendy asked as she caressed the cover of a book. Wuthering Heights … It was her favourite romance novel, no matter how twisted it was.

"Oh yeah, been here for about five years or something. John is my cousin." She explained. "You're new in Santa Carla aren't you? I've never seen you around…"

"Yes I'm new here." Wendy said preparing herself for the usual curious questions, but surprisingly Rachel didn't push the topic. Instead she smiled sweetly to her as if she understood that Wendy didn't feel like talking about her past with a stranger

"You'll like it here. It's a nice place once you forget about all the disappearances…"

"So this place is really the murder capital of the world?" Wendy said not been able to stop herself. She was very curious about the strange sign.

"Well there are never bodies, you know… But I guess it's quite safe to assume that if you go missing around here, you probably won't come back."

The irony of the situation made Wendy sigh darkly. It seemed as if she really belonged to the city. The thought of the bastard's corpse rotting inside the shack had assaulted her several times that day. She accepted now that there was no running away from what she had done.

The rest of the hours passed quickly. Rachel appeared to be someone she could really be friends with. She wasn't noisy or obnoxious like some girls Wendy had met through her life.

Both girls smiled when the clock marked seven o'clock.

"I'm going to be putting these boxes in the back." Rachel said to her. "Can you take care of closing the local? The keys are in the second drawer."

Wendy nodded and started to look for the keys when suddenly the doorbell ringed and she heard someone walk inside.

"Sorry but we're close now…" She wasn't paying attention as she kept looking for the keys in messy drawer.

"I'll only take a minute…"

Wendy felt her heart in her throat as soon as the person spoke. The mischievous voice was extremely familiar; except it was much more dark and husky than the last time she had heard it. For she was absolutely sure she had heard it before, even if that meant the people were right about her mental sanity. Very slowly Wendy looked up to find herself staring at a pale looking boy with platinum blonde hair. He was all dressed in black and had a cigarette hanging on his grinning mouth. He was looking at Wendy in a way that made her tremble.

"You can't smoke in here…" She whispered the first thing that came to her mind. The boy's eyes were a cold blue… exactly the same tone his had been. It could not be possible. It just couldn't. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

The boy took his unlit cigarette and placed it behind his ear as he walked closer to her. "And you are?"

The simplest question it was, but the way he said it made Wendy feel very odd… and angry for some reason she didn't understand. Wendy wanted to believe that it was just that after all those horrible years she had spent with the bastard she wasn't about to trust people that easily. But she knew that wasn't the real reason for her anger, even if she had yet to understand it.

"Why do you care?" She snapped back.

The young man laughed bitterly and turned his back to her as he gazed at the shelves. "When did I ever imply I cared?" But his voice had a very bizarre tone.

She felt her face getting red, and she spat at him angrily. "Listen. I have to close the store now, so why don't you come back tomorrow in the morning? When I'm not here…"

He turned around again, his poker face facing hers. He had a book in his hand. He walked towards the desk and placed some bills on it. Then he smirked menacingly making Wendy feel as if she was suddenly in danger.

"You're right about something babe…" He said with his wicked smiled. "You probably won't be here tomorrow."

And then he left. Wendy was too shocked to move after the encounter, the only thing she could do was to stare at the closed door and breathe heavily. What had just happened? She had only been in Santa Carla for some hours and someone had already threatened her life, someone who made the hairs on her neck stand up like needles. Someone who looked so familiar it made her heart ache.

Life was a cruel and bitter old woman, she was sure of it.

"Is he gone?" A whispering voice said. Wendy turned her head around to see Rachel hiding behind the back door like some terrified child.

"You know him?" Wendy asked as she finally recovered her ability to move. Quickly she took the damn keys so she could lock the windows. Rachel stepped out of her hiding place and Wendy notice she was shivering a little.

"Everyone knows him. He's David, the leader of the… of the Lost Boys."

"The what?" Wendy asked now fully alarmed, letting the keys fall to the floor. She must have heard Rachel wrong, that or she was really losing her mind.

"The Lost Boys." Rachel repeated slowly looking at Wendy as if she had some mental disability. "They are a gang, and a very dangerous one Wendy! You were very stupid to face him like that."

Wendy breathed deeply, the air felt heavy as she tried to processes what she was being told. A gang named the Lost Boys… and he was his leader. It had to be some really horrible joke, it couldn't be a coincidence. She was clearly hallucinating it all. Making stories in her mind like she always did…

"Why did you do it?" Rachel asked trying to understand how Wendy could have acted so stupidly.

"I don't know… I guess I'm a fool." She stated bluntly, regaining her composure as she picked the keys from the floor and went outside to continue closing the windows. In her defence she hadn't really known that he was dangerous, even though he certainly looked the part.

She only wanted to stop thinking about all the coincidences. She couldn't bear it.

After Wendy left the store she decided to go the boardwalk to buy something else to wear; her dirty jean shorts and t-shirt were starting to smell really bad. Now that she had a job she could afford to buy some things for her personal hygiene. And then if she was lucky, she would survive the night to wear them the next day.


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