So chapter four is finally here… Hope you like it.

Soundtrack: Don't Change - INXS.

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognisable 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 4. Don't Change.

The Boardwalk was completely crowded with young people who came out of their shelves to have a fun time. Wendy wished that was her case. It was night time and she hadn't even seen an abandoned house anywhere. What was she going to do? Sleep on the beach?

She kept walking around, looking at all the couples and groups of friends that seemed to be having a blast. Now more than ever she wished she had someone to spend her time with, but friends had never come easily to her. She had always been the crazy girl in her town.

Wendy decided to go looking for a restroom as she had earlier bought an ice cream and now she needed to wash the sticky substance off her hands. But of course being as lucky as she usually was, there didn't seem to be a single restroom in the whole freaking Boardwalk that wasn't completely loaded with people. Summer appeared to be the worst time of the year to visit Santa Carla.

At the end she chose to go to the beach instead to wash herself with sea water, which only made her aware that she also in serious need of bath. That was another thing she had to worry about. Where could she take a shower? She didn't want to stink for the rest of her life… But she would worry about that later.

She walked towards the crashing waves and washed her hands in a slow peace, enjoying the feeling of the sea on her skin.

That was when Wendy heard them coming. She looked up to see four shadows walking on the beach as they joked around loudly.

"Well that was fun, as always." A cheerful male voice said. She tried to force her eyesight in order to see them but it was just too dark. The only thing she noticed was that the shadows seemed to be heading her way. "I mean, one of the girls even tried to put up a fight! You don't see that every day!"

"Yeah! Tried to scratch my face that one. If she hadn't smelled so good I might have kept her for entertainment... if you know what I mean." Another more youthful voice said, as if he was talking about a beautifully decorated cake you don't want to eat. Wendy didn't fully understand what exactly they were chattering about, but it didn't sound like a nice thing. Her brain told her to run but her damn legs wouldn't listen.

"Come on Marko! You always say the same thing after you kill a girl. Get a grip of yourself man!" This time it was a more mature and darker voice, and Wendy heard the other boys chuckle at his comment. But that didn't matter at all, she was beyond shock. The man had said something about killing a girl… And what was worst he had stated it was regular thing. "That's why I rather kill males for once in a while. They don't whimper that much…"

"Oooh Dwayne! What exactly are you implying, man?" The first voice said his mocking intentions quite clear on his tone. "You like boys that whimper?"

"Fuck off you idiot…" He responded deathly and Wendy could have sworn she had heard a growl. She could now see the two shadows starting to fight, but they suddenly stopped when a cold voice talked.

"Enough you both." Wendy knew exactly who the owner of that deathly voice was. It had to be the same boy from earlier, she was sure of that. Wendy felt like screaming in fear when she remembered the last thing he had said to her on the shop. He had threatened her life… And she didn't have a gun this time to defend herself.

All the things that Rachel had said about him made more sense now than ever. These were probably those Lost Boys she had mentioned.

"Someone is listening to our conversation. I can smell her." The voice continued and Wendy felt her soul leave her body in that precise instant. She was dead meat.

She had to get away from them as soon as she could. Thankfully her legs decided to help her this time and she started to run towards the crowded Boardwalk. Many people meant safety. She ran without looking back. She didn't want to see if they were following her, and she only stopped once she reached the centre of the plaza, where some pop rock concert was taking place.

Wendy sighed deeply, trying to recover her breath. She had been so close to dying in the last days that it was almost funny. Being alone in the world didn't help with her situation either. She was sure no one would ever care if she disappeared one night.

After her breathing became normal again, Wendy decided she couldn't go anywhere near the beach, the best thing she could do was to get deeper into the thrilled crowd, that way it would be impossible for someone to find her.

Perhaps she was being a little paranoid. Those boys couldn't see what she looked like, they had been too far away and it had also been too dark. Nevertheless there was something deathly scary and disturbing about how he said he could smell her, who in the world would say such a thing! And the fact that they seemed to kill people for fun made her shiver like if she was right in the middle of the Antarctica. Sure she had killed a man before, but she hadn't enjoyed it.

After the minutes passed the music started to call her attention, soothing her nerves. It was that famous rock band, In Excess or something like that. She had seen them in the TV, and they seemed to be quite popular with the crowd that moved and pushed without control. She actually felt like she was having fun, which was ridiculous after the awful situation she had just been through.

She danced and jumped like a regular nineteen-year-old girl for once. She had never been to a concert before. The bastard had barely allowed her to leave the house before, and this newfound freedom was a wonderful pleasure. She felt like she was flying.

"Wendy!" A voice yelled at her. She turned around a little alarmed, but then relaxed when she noticed it was just Jane, who was pushing between the multitudes to get to her. When she finally made it she threw herself at Wendy, trying to hug her, or trying to asphyxiate her; Wendy couldn't be sure. "Oh Wendy I'm so happy to see you! Now tell me all about your first day here in Santa Carla... Wendy? Oh I'm so sorry! Did I hug you too hard?"

Wendy stroked her neck looking for injuries as soon as Jane let her go. "No, it's alright. I'm happy to see you too Jane. And there isn't much to tell… well I got a job."

"That's fantastic. I'm so happy for you!" The girl was beaming with some unusual happiness and energy and Wendy started to wonder if she did high or something. "Did you find a place to stay?"

"Yes." Wendy lied. She didn't need her pity and she didn't want the girl to offer her house again. She wasn't sure she could resist the temptation this time.

"So where is it? Maybe I could go visit you!"

Wendy tried to look nonchalant. "Oh well you see, I'm not really good with addresses. I'm afraid I forget them all the time."

But Jane didn't seem disappointed at all. She actually looked happier, if it was possible. That new Ecstasy pill perhaps? Or maybe it was mescaline...

"Great you'll just show me some other time girl! Now let's have some fun!"

Jane grabbed her by the hand and dragged her closer to the stage. They danced and danced all night and Jane didn't seem to get tired at all. It was so definitely Ecstasy. But Wendy didn't mind, pushing apart the fact that the girl seemed to be completely out of her mind, she realised that she actually liked her. She was fun to hang around. Jane was the girl she would have likely become if her life had turned different.

After the concert was over they parted ways and Wendy had to refuse her friendly offer of giving her a ride as she had lied about her living arrangements.

Instead Wendy walked around and after deciding she was too tired to care she went to the beach and laid down forgetting completely about the scary incident from earlier. Sleep came easily to her, surrounding her completely in its warm blanket of blissful oblivion.

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