I'm so sorry. I just realized that I did the first chapter in Wendy's POV and then the other 2 were in third person! That must have been confusing! I'm just going to carry on in third person. Sorry for the confusion! And here it is, as promised, an update on Saturday. Will update again tomorrow!
Captain Hook had returned to land, holding Wendy's arm and squeezing it until it hurt. He forced her to keep up with his quick pace and on multiple occasions, Wendy nearly fell. Hook's men were struggling to keep up with their captain seeing as they had to carry a cannon and several guns with them throughout the beginning of the day.
"Here we are" Hook said impatiently. "The exact place my men brought you to me. Now which way did Peter go?" Wendy simply glared at him.
"Why would I tell you?" she said bitterly.
"How about because if you don't I'll kill you!" Hook yelled, growing more and more impatient and more and more irritated with Wendy's new attitude. Wendy glared at him, trying to call him on his bluff. Hook sighed, pulled out his knife and cut her shoulder in one fast movement. Wendy screamed in protest but immediately stopped her whining when the knife was put to her throat.
"Next time you try to test me, I won't even hesitate" Hook said. "Are we understood?" Wendy nodded once, slowly and carefully. "Good. Let's try this again, shall we? In which direction did Peter Pan run off to?" Wendy glared at Hook one last time before pointing him in the right direction.
"He ran in that direction" she said barely above a whisper. Hook put his knife back, grabbed Wendy's arm again and pulled her along with him as he walked in Peter's direction "You're never going to find him" Wendy muttered while struggling to keep up.
"And why is that?" Hook asked.
"Because he took off hours ago and he's a much faster runner than you."
"Well, if he were to hear his precious Wendy call for help then he might come to save you." Although she didn't say anything, she knew that wasn't true. Without his flight Peter wouldn't stand a chance. And they all knew that.
Ever since Peter lost he ability to fly he'd been training. He'd been trying to run fast for longer. He'd been training to climb trees, he trained his sword fighting skills but it still wasn't enough. Every night he'd think of her. He'd think of Wendy and how he used to always visit her. He'd think about how he had promised to visit her again but never could. After tossing and turning for several hours, he would finally get out of bed, run to Tinkerbell and asked her to try again.
Tinkerbell hated to see Peter so upset, so desperate. She knew it didn't matter how many times he tried, it wouldn't work until he were happy again. But then he would beg and she knew the only way to start to make him feel better was to help him. So she'd get as much pixie dust as she could and would sprinkle it on him.
Peter tried to think of happy thoughts. He really did. He thought about Wendy the first couple times. He would think about her lovely smile, about her lovely stories and the way she was as crazy about him as he was about her. But that would only make him more upset as he realized the horrible truth that Wendy wasn't with him anymore.
Sometimes he'd think about the lost boys. He'd think about the jokes they shared. He'd think about the look on Hooks face when they'd steal his treasure and he'd think about the look on their faces when he'd tell her Wendy's stories. But that only reminded him that they were gone too.
After a night of failing, he would return to bed, toss and turn for a couple more hours and finally, his eye lids would become heavy and he would fall asleep. When he woke up again, all he could think about was Wendy. It would take him an hour to get out of bed and then he'd go back to training and the cycle would repeat.
One day, he would meet Hook again. One day, he'd have to go out of hiding. When that happened, he wouldn't be able to fly anymore so he had to be ready. He would have fight on his own two feet.
Hook, his crew and Wendy had been walking for over an hour. Hook had begun to slow down, Wendy was out of breath and the crew were far behind them.
"Cap'n... can we please just stop for a minute?" one of the pirates said. "My arms are achin' and my feet are killin'." Hook stopped mid step and quickly turned around.
"You're... tired?
"We've been wanderin' for hours, Cap'n. We need to rest." Hook let go of Wendy, pulled out his gun and shot pirate.
"Anyone else want to rest?" he yelled. "No? GOOD!" He put his gun away, grabbed hold of Wendy and continued to walk forwards.
"You know you'll never find him" Wendy muttered. Again, Hook stopped suddenly and slowly turned to look at her.
"Why not?" he asked.
"He's long gone by now. He's had a long time exploring this place on his own two feet. He knows how to get around now and if he doesn't want to be found he won't be."
"Well then, if you're so clever, where is he?"
"I wouldn't know. Like I said, if he doesn't want to be found he won't be."
"Well if you had to guess" Hook said, finding this girl to be very intolerable. Once he killed Peter Pan he could kill Wendy too. Then he could have some peace.
Wendy looked around, putting more thought in the question then Hook had expected her to. She had been wondered the same thing ever since they got off the ship.
"Well, I suppose" Wendy said, starting to think out loud. "At some point he must have noticed us. So... I suppose he's been following us, wondering what we're up to..."
"Is that so?" Hook asked, blessed with an epiphany.
In one swift movement Hook grabbed Wendy's arms with his good hand and pulled her in close. He placed his hook on Wendy's throat and pressed hard enough so the point just broke the skin and one drop of blood rolled down her neck and stained her nightgown.
"COME OUT PETER!" Hook yelled. "COME OUT AND SAVE YOUR PRECIOUS WENDY!" Hook turned slowly, keeping an eye at all angles while holding Wendy close and keeping his hook place on her throat. "ready the cannons" Hook whispered to his crew. They immediately did as told.
A very slow 10 seconds passed and Hook grew impatient.
"I know you're watching, Peter Pan! Come and save your Wendy!" there was no movement and Hook was starting to doubt himself. He started pressing harder on his hook and more of Wendy's blood rolled down her neck and she screamed in protest.
Wendy was right. Peter was hiding up in a tree thinking about what Wendy had said. Thinking about going back with her and growing up. Though the idea of growing up had always annoyed him and infuriated him, the thought of being with Wendy almost balanced that out.
And then, the scream rudely interrupted his thoughts. He jumped down from the tree and followed where the scream came from. Only one thing in Neverland could make a scream like that and he wanted to make sure Wendy was alright.
That was when he saw Hook and his crew. Hook was holding a knife to Wendy's throat and had said something to her. After he had spoken to her, she pointed into a direction. Hook put away his knife and forced Wendy to walk with him. As he pulled Wendy along with him, he noticed the fresh cut on her shoulder and that was when he knew he had to follow them. He didn't want to make himself present but he wanted to make sure Wendy would live.
He followed them, staying in the bushes, not making a sound and not making anything around him move as he walked. And then, Hook challenged him.
Now Peter is hiding behind a tree while Hook threatens to kill Wendy with his own hook.
"I know you're watching, Peter Pan! Come and save your Wendy!" he heard Hook yell. And then he heard Wendy scream again. He wanted to attack Hook, but he knew he didn't stand a chance.
"All these years you've been calling me a coward" Hook said. "WELL WHO'S THE COWARD NOW?"
Peter looked around desperately for inspiration. He picked up a rock on the ground and looked around. He spotted the three crew men. Two had the cannon readied and aiming. The third was holding a gun, preparing himself. Peter picked up two more rocks and turned towards the crew men. He threw the rocks as hard and as accurate as he could and sure enough, his training paid off. He hit the three pirates in the head knocking them out.
Hook quickly turned around to see what had happened. He stared in shock at his crewmen, on the floor, unconscious. He turned back around looking for Peter. He pushed Wendy to the ground and pulled out his own sword. He turned to his crewmen again only to find Peter Pan, holding on of their swords in his right hand.
"Peter Pan" Hook said in shock and in disgust. Peter raised his sword and smiled his mischievous smile.
"Avanti!"