Wendy's POV
" So whats up with you? Aside from the obvious sickness and the.." He paused a moment." Power thing.." Peter grasped my hand tighter as I thought of all the things that had happened, that had change.
" A lot of stuff." I huffed out." My mom practically disowned me. " Peter looked at me with his eyes wide. " Yeah, I know." We continued to fly and I continued to think of everything. I suddenly remembered the biggest one of all.
"Um.." I mumbled as I coughed. " I tried to kill Cami."
Peter halted right then and there. We were just hovering in the air, and Peter looked at me, and I have no clue what emotion he currently had on his face. If I had to take a guess, it's not a very good one.
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
" It's happening, Peter." I said as I try with all my will to let the power surge though me. After I said this I gestured towards my hand and we both watch as black sparks come out of it. Blue ones are coming out less and less. " When..when I tried to kill her, I couldn't stop. It was like my mind was screaming at me to stop but my body just did its own thing. It's like I pushed out my good conscious and I don't know if it's there anymore." Peter grabbed my hand and continued flying.
"It's a good thing we're almost to Neverland."
"What, aren't you going to say something else?" I questioned him, confused on why he was basically dropping the subject.
"I can't say much because it's happening to me too."
What?
I turned my head and looked bewildered at him.
"It's not nearly as bad as yours, but it's still affecting me. Let's just fly for right now. The sooner we get to Neverland, the better. I have a lot I need to explain to you." He told me as groups of trees came into view.
"So, the Lost Boys may or may not be mad at you. I think as long as you make it obvious that you're sick, they'll be nice to you." Peter spoke randomly as we landed on the green ground below.
" They're mad at me?" I scrunched my eyebrows as I cracked my back.
"Well you kinda told them that you'd be back in a couple hours and then I have to
tell them that you're going to be gone for a year. They didn't really get an official goodbye."
"Ooh." I spoke as I scrunched up my face. " Well I guess we'll see if they're still mad at me. Let's go." I quickly turned to Peter and then began walking ahead of him. I smiled as the familiar tree came into view. I ran to the front and down the stairs, not caring how far behind Peter was. I quickly opened the door and ran inside the dark lit room.
"Boys! Boys!" I yelled happily as I spun around looking for them. Slightly was the first one to pop out, well, run out. Then followed Nibs, and then the rest slowly made their way out. Most of them ran and hugged me, while a few of them stayed behind, still obviously upset with me. Peter seemed to notice this. He glared over at the boys and they quickly ran over to me and hugged me gently.
" Wendy's sick. Very sick, alright? We have to help her get the cure, and it's not easy. We need your corporation, no matter how upset you are with her." Peter spoke in a rough tone, causing the Lost Boys to immediately stop and listen intently.
"How sick?" Tootles asked, while making a 'fake' serious face.
" Death." My voice crumbled out coldly.
"Yeah and she is sorta turning evil, so that's a problem too." Peter spoke after me, nonchalantly.
"Woah." Nibs said as he backed away from me with his hands in the air. "Evil?" He continued to slowly back away from me.
"It's not like I'm freaking contagious." I threw my hands up in annoyance at Nibs action, but also a bit amused." I'm just wanting to kill people..and I hardly have any good emotions anymore. But don't worry if I liked you from the start I probably won't harm you."
"Lovely." One of the Lost Boys mumbled causing Slightly to cough loudly and glare at the boy.
"Okay, well.." Peter clasped his hands together. " Now Wendy and I need to have a talk. I need to tell her how to solve this and she needs to explain to me what exactly is going on."
I nodded my head at him and walked over the wooden table and sat down on the chair next to it. The Lost Boys mimicked my actions and sat there patiently waiting to hear what was going to happen.
Peter cleared his throat and then began talking. " So, the whole reason you are sick is because you left Neverland."
"Seriously?" I yelled quite loudly.
Of course this is basically my fault. If I had just stayed then this wouldn't have happened.
"Yes." He looked at me a bit annoyed because I had cut him off. " Since you're the Savior of Neverland, it's in a way attached to you and you're in a way, attached to it. Neverland is basically like your power source now."
"What does that mean, then? How can I leave then, without getting sick? How will I get better?" I asked all of these questions frantically, causing Peter to give me a hard glare.
" I think he wants you to shut up." Nibs turned his head towards me and smiled.
"Yeah, I got that." I said as I rolled my eyes at him, causing almost everyone else to laugh.
"Anyways, yes, there is a solution, obviously. There are these special berries, that if you eat them, they will heal you. They are found on the biggest hill in Neverland, but you can't fly to it. You have to walk. It'd probably take about a whole day as long as we didn't make too many stops." Peter leaned back into his chair as he continued speaking.
"Yay! That sounds really easy too. I don't know why I was freaking out about it because the solution is really easy." I practically jumped out of my chair with excitement and continued to ramble like I generally do.
"That's not all." He sounded serious. Like, I mean his tone immediately changed, catching everyone's attention. I awkwardly looked around and then slowly sat back down.
"Oh..what else?" I questioned a bit slowly. Would I regret asking this?
" The thing is…those berries will only make you better and allow you to leave Neverland for two days without getting sick, but if you leave for longer than two days, you'll be sick again, just like you were." Peter spoke slowly, probably afraid about my reaction.
"What?" I screeched, not caring how impolite I was being. My screaming caused two of the Lost Boys next to me, to cringe and Peter to sigh quite loudly.
" But." He emphasized on this before going on. "There is one thing. I have to ask you something first."
"Okay, ask!" I urged him on in my impatience.
" Have you ever heard the saying that in Neverland ,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies?"(1)
I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. "No?"
"Okay, well, that statement is in a way, true." Peter seemed like he no longer wanted to speak. He really seemed to not like the topic we were on.
"What do you mean?"
" Okay, so the Lost Boys, if they had stayed at their homes, they would all be like in their twenties by now. So, if they were to leave right now, in no more than five days, they would immediately turn into their current age. That's why none of them have left here for more than one day. They don't want to pay the price. It's the same deal for you, except instead of aging, you get deathly sick. So the question is, do you want to pay the price?" Peter explained this all out to me as I sat in a bit of confusion.
"What's the price?"
Peter sighed extremely loudly and it took him a moment for him to begin speaking. " For you to be able to leave without anything happening to you, you have to take a life of someone, generally an adult, but in reality it can basically be anyone older than 13."
"Um, okay, how do you go about doing this?"
"Wait. You want to do it?" Peter looked at me confused, and a tad worried. The Lost Boys remained silent as they listened intently.
"Just keep explaining!" I yelled, annoyed at his constant stopping.
"For anyone but you, it would just simply be going and killing them, but for you, since this is a total different thing, the fact that you're the Savior, you have to do it in a bit more of a gorier way." He paused a moment, still obviously not wanting to talk about this. " You have powers so, what you have to do is go to the person, whomever you're killing, and rip out their heart. You just simply stick your hand in them with your powers, and pull out their heart, but this doesn't kill them. For it to be complete you have to then stick it inside yourself. Don't worry you wont have two hearts, they'll just simply combine. Then, after that, the person will be dead. But for you, this comes with another price and for you, you can only-" As he was speaking I was racking my brain for ideas on who to do it to. Thinking if I should do it.
"Cami!" I yelled, interrupting Peter. " I want to do it to Cami."
"Stop interrupting me!" Peter yelled. " You can't do it to Cami. You have to do it to a family member. It can be a sibling, grandparent, cousin, whatever."
I didn't have to think for one second, in fact after he said family member, the name was already practically coming off my lips.
"My mom." I yelled and then smirked, thinking how I would get to kill her.
"Woah. Woah." Peter looked at me shocked. "You sure you want to kill your mom? Your mom."
"Yes. Positive. She deserves it. I hate her. She hates me. It's her. I want to kill her." I spoke in monotone as I stared at the wooden table in front of me.
"Just to make sure you really want to do this," Peter and the Lost Boys continued to stare at me as if I were some monster," This comes with another price. Once you take that heart and put it into you, you have done basically like the biggest act of evil, so once that heart hits your other heart, you're evil. It will almost make you 100% evil. The heart will immediately harden and turn black, if it's not almost already."
"Wait. I thought we were trying to fix her, not make her problem worse! What happens if she turns completely evil?" Slightly, who happens to have a strong bond with Wendy, screamed loudly across the table.
"I know. We can only fix one. Right now that one is the sickness. Once that is solved we can try to solve the whole evil heart thing, and honestly I don't know what is going to happen to her. I think she will still like us, because she has liked us from the beginning, but we have to be careful, we can't tick her off. What I'm sure of though, is she's not going to be the Wendy we know, anymore." Peter tried to say as calmly as possible.
"So? You still want to do this to your mom?" Peter stared right at me, and his eyes seemed to be screaming at me to say no. I didn't listen.
" I don't care what happens to me, you can fix me, I'm sure. I just want to make sure she gets what she deserves and that is death. She should've known she had it coming. She should've known what I could do." I picked my hand up and let black swirls playfully dance off my fingertips.
" Yes, I want to rip my mom's heart out and watch her die, in fear, and in pain." I shot my fingers out, causing a dart of black to shoot across the room and onto a flower, causing it to turn black and wilt instantly.
"Any more questions?" I smirked as I placed my hand down gently onto the table.
1. I actually found this quote while re-reading Peter Pan and honestly, this is what inspired this story, so I guess you could be grateful for this quote, because without it, this story probably wouldn't exist XD ( and I might have also gotten a teeny bit of ideas from Once Upon A Time..shhh.)
Okay, I hope you enjoyed it! I'm so sorry it took me forever to upload. It has been a very busy past couple of weeks. I would also like to say that I probably will update next week, but don't expect anything the week after that because I will be at Disney and Universal for a whole week, sorry!
So, please review. Xo.
