A boy, dressed in a pair of black jeans, gray undershirt and a black button down shirt, was leaning over the bar. Peter blinked unbelievingly as Alyson was pulled back on board. But soon his oxygen was up and he began choking, struggling madly. Hook turned from Alyson, but his satisfaction soon returned when he saw Peter.
Another arrow wheezed through the air, this time only barely touching Hook's upper arm as it went on it's path, nailing Mullins in the hand. Hook yelped and dropped Peter. Another shout of laughter was evident as Alyson and Justin high-fived one another. Hook angrily sent a hard kick to Peter's head. Peter yelped in pain, as the back of his head smashed into the mast.
Karen smashed into Hook, a little off balance, they both turned to look at each other. Karen backed up but Hook was still close enough to back hand her. Karen nearly fell but kept her footing. This Hook did not like; so he threw a punch to her jaw in a quick move, this time knocking her to the ground. Hook delivered a hard kick to her ribs, knocking her onto her back.
Hook unsheathed his sword and quickly brought it down but another sword blocked his blow, and it wasn't Karen's. Hook looked up and glared as he found Peter Pan. The captain also mentally kicked himself for being so distracted with Karen and allowing Peter to regain his defenses.
Hook pulled his sword up and went for a blow to the boy's head but Peter quickly raised his sword and blocked the blow. Karen rolled to her feet and took a step back. "Go help Wendy," Peter ordered. Karen nodded and was off.
Peter and Hook exchanged blows but Hook was the one that wasn't growing tired. He was after all, not the one that spent some odd hours with acid eating away at his already tiny wrists. He was still strong. Peter was the one that went days without food.
Sara jumped on Hook's back and they fell to the ground, the captain's sword falling from his grasp. Peter hurriedly pulled Sara to her feet and took flight. He gave a loud crow, not out of victory but out of escape. The lost boys immediately grabbed a hold of one Regulator and took flight. Tinkerbell sprayed the remaining regulators with pixie dust. Alyson, Karen, Justin and Shane were the only remaining. But they managed to keep up with the speed.
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Peter barely made it to his home before he collapsed. Wendy quickly went to his side as the lost boys formed a circle around the two. The Regulators took seats, on the ground, chairs or even beds, trying to get comfortable or nurse their wounds. Justin and Shane sat on the beds, Shane beside Sara and Justin beside Karen. Alyson, however, stood at the front of the circle, kneeling on the opposite side of Wendy.
Both the girls touched Peter's arms. "Peter," Wendy murmured, stroking his sweaty cheek. Peter didn't respond. "We have to move him to a bed," Wendy said, looking up at the boys surrounding them.
Wendy and Alyson stepped aside as Slightly and Nibs stepped forward. They both carried Peter to one of the few empty beds and set him on it gently. Wendy pulled a cover over him, and tucked him in. She sat on the side of the bed, still stroking Peter's cheek.
Alyson looked around. "How about someone go out and find like...an animal or something for Peter when he wakes up." The lost boys exchanged glances. "Your leader is hurt and starving. You're not seriously gonna just sit here are you?"
Without a reply the lost boys left their home to search for dinner. Now, the house full of girls and Peter, everything was quiet. Shane and Justin decided to tag along with the lost boys.
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Peter awoke with a start. "Let go of me," he shouted, struggling against his bounds. Alyson released her hold. Sweat dripped from Peter's face as he looked at her, trying to focus his eyes.
"You were having a bad dream, Peter." Peter narrowed his eyes, raking his brain for her name. "Peter," she murmured.
"Where's Wendy?" Peter demanded, forgetting her name and looking around frantically. Not finding her his eyes returned to Alyson, wide and worried.
"Chill. You act like she's your mother." Peter gave her a look and she reconsidered her sentence. "She's asleep in Slightly's bed. You've been out for a little under two days. And she's been up most of it, waiting for you. So I told her that I'd watch over you so she can get some sleep."
Peter's eyes seemed to calm slightly but they still had a devilish look to them. "Where's the lost boys?"
Alyson raised an eyebrow. "Out hunting, of coarse," she said quietly. His eyes were almost back to normal. But his face was pale, and filled with sweat and he still looked rather exhausted. Even though he'd slept for two days.
Karen carried a glass of water and set it on a table by Peter's bedside. Peter's attention turned to Karen. "Peter," Alyson said for a third time. "Peter, Wendy said you had a bad memory."
"Me?" Peter asked, his voice rising. "I do not have a bad memory," he snapped defensively.
Alyson's eyebrow rose higher. "Really? Then what's my name?" she asked. She knew he had known it, even if she never told him it. Peter stared at her for a moment, searching for a name but dropped his head when he came up with none. "It's Alyson, Peter. This is Karen. And the regulators are out exploring."
Peter gave her a look. "The regulators, my band of girls," Alyson defined her meanings. "It appears that we are temporally lost, and Wendy said we could crash here but it's a bit small. So we're trying. We'll be out of your hair in no time, man."
Peter continued to stare at her, his face blank. Alyson, not exactly liking his stare looked at Karen. "Y'know, maybe I should wake up Wendy now that you're awake," she said, her voice low as she rose from his bed.
"No," Peter said quickly. Alyson looked back at him. "If she's been up for two days. She should get to sleep."
Alyson tilted her head slightly. "Well, it's more like one and a half." Peter realized that Alyson's voice was getting more American by the hour. Now it had a somewhat accent, like someone from Mississippi or Arkansas. Some one from the deep south.
"You've been up for half a day?" Peter asked, not realizing that it wasn't odd for a person to stay up for 12 or more hours a day. He never took notice of time.
"I suppose," Alyson said. She had forgotten about hours and minutes as well, after having spent so many years in Neverland. But not near as long as Peter Pan, himself. He probably never even learned about all that stuff. "You want some water Peter?" Alyson asked, changing the subject as she lifted up the glass of water.
Peter tried to move but found that his frame was weak and no way would he be able to hold anything. So Alyson brought the cup to his lips and helped him tilt his head back so he could swallow the water. Alyson then helped Peter to lie back down in his bed.
"Wanted to thank you for helping us," Alyson said, sitting once again on the side of his bed. Peter didn't quite remember the fight but he knew it would come back to him in due time. "You slept so long because of the acid. And you wouldn't be hurt if you didn't come for us. You, are very charming."
Peter appeared to blush slightly. "I know," he murmured.
Alyson grinned at his reply but noticed all the same that Karen wasn't paying attention. "What's the matter?" she asked, looking up as her bangs fell out of her eyes. At her movement, Peter realized that her hair had turned to a light brown color, it was slightly long, ending around her mid-section and thin strips of blue were mixed in with the color. Her clothes were different as well. She was dressed in a white tank top and a dark gray pair of night gown pants.
"I don't know," Karen answered, after several minutes while registering what Alyson had said. Alyson rose to her feet but Karen stepped away from her. The girl coughed quietly but the sound soon rose.
Karen's coughs worsen as she began coughing up blood and fell to her knees. Alyson didn't. "S...Sara," Karen gasped holding her gut. With a shouted curse Alyson ran from the tree. Peter tried to rise but Karen held up a hand, the other arm gripping her stomach. "D-don't m-move..."
"What's the matter with you?" Peter asked, stumbling to his feet. But he only stood for a few moments before he tumbled to the ground in front of Karen. "You're...you're dying," he whispered, out of breath.
"N...n..." Karen couldn't help and she gave a scream of pain as her grip on her stomach tightened. Peter inched forward and pulled her arm away. Her arm was covered in blood. He began wiping away the blood on her stomach but could find no wound. "What is this?" he asked. He'd never seen any thing like it before.
"S...Sara's dying..." Karen gasped as tears swelled up in her eyes. But before Karen could blink her pain was gone, as was the blood. She hurriedly jumped to her feet. "I...Sorry." The Regulator helped Peter back into his bed and tucked him in. Peter stared at her expectantly. "We have special relationships.," Karen said, dropping onto the foot of his bed. "Having relationships with every member of the group would be far too painful. So we had ties with only one other. So y'know, it was like partners. Two-pairs. My ties were with Sara. We were like sisters already. When one of the girls are killed, their partner feels it. Blood and all. Whatever happens to one person happens to their partner, except they don't die. Me and Sara been through plenty, nearly died to make sure the other lived. I didn't think she could die at this type of time."
Peter nodded. He knew how much it hurt when one of the lost boys were killed in Neverland. "Who's Alyson's partner?" He asked, raising his chin. "She has a few. But only one can feel her pain. Her partners are: Shane, Justin, Rachel, Brianne and Lucas. But only Shane can feel her pain. She can feel all of their pain."
"Why's that?" Peter asked, now more interested in what exactly the Regulators were about.
"Because, Alyson's like the leader of the group," she answered. "She has abilities that none of us can master. We're all capable of it, we just don't use a part of our brain that she uses far too often. She has like mental powers that no one can imagine of. And since she's the leader, she decided that the leader should know about more. Shane's the only one that Alyson cares deeply about. Sure she loves us all, but she LOVES Shane." Karen knocked a few bangs out of her eyes. "I've known her forever but, she saids that I get too much pain, it's not even funny. But it's probably true."
Peter blinked slightly. "What does Regulator mean?"
"An organization that helps people when the law refuses to," Karen answered. "Pretty slick huh? Yeah, got that from Billy the Kid."
"Billy the kid?" Peter repeated, his voice growing stronger.
"Yeah. Another detail about Alyson. She's completely obsessed with criminals. I swear. Billy the Kid was an outlaw. An American Outlaw. So, even some English people haven't heard of him. But he's a total legend in America. He ran away from home and moved to Arkansas before moving to New Mexico. He was only 15 however." Karen let out a loud sigh as she realized that Peter's eyes were flashing with enthusiasm. "He got into a bar brawl with a dude that said he was a son-of-a-bitch." Peter gave her a confused look. "It's a very offensive term. And since his mother was dead, he was very offended. So he pulled out a gun and shot the dude right square in the gut. And ever since then he'd been on the run. Rumor has it that he killed 21 men before his 21st birthday. But then again, he only had 21 birthdays."
"But moving on, he joined a band called the Regulators. They were for a dude called Mr. John Tunstall. And he was killed by a band called the Murphy-Dolan factor. Run by clearly, Murphy and Dolan. And the government was for Murphy and Dolan. So The Regulators named they band this and went out. Shot down every guy that was involved in Tunstall's murder."
"That sound's very complicated," Peter moaned as he allowed his head to sink into his pillow.
"Damn straight," Karen muttered. "Lucky we ain't called Quintral's Raiders." Karen glanced to Peter. "Well, boy, that's all the school you'll ever need." Peter raised his chin slightly, not quite liking the fact that Karen had tricked him into wanting to learn something.
Peter raised into a sitting position. "I should go look for the lost boys," he murmured as he stumbled to his feet. He was already out of breath.
Karen handed him the glass of water. "You can't leave the confinement of your own house, Peter," she warned as the boy took huge gulps of the water. "Quit drinking like that or you'll throw it all back up. And if you do, I ain't cleaning that up." Peter ignored her and set the glass down before inching toward the door. "Peter," Karen snapped, hurrying by his side. "Peter, if you leave, Hook has a 9 out of 10 chance to recapture you. And when he does, he'll be pissed and probably kill you. Or chop off your hand, like he was planning on doing. It won't be pretty."
Peter looked at Karen. "I know," he said quietly. "But Hook will have a better chance at capturing the lost boys if I'm not there to protect them."
"No he won't. They gots Shane and Justin," Karen said as if nothing could beat the two boys.
Peter weakly opened the door. "They need me."
Karen looked at Wendy who was still asleep. "But what about Wendy?" She asked. Peter's eyes turned to the sleeping child. He couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was when she wasn't worried or terrified. When she wasn't awake. "She'll be worried to death, Peter."
"Karen," Peter said, looking at her. "Can you write?" He asked, his eyes digging into hers. Karen nodded. "Can you write her a note then." Karen walked across the room and picked up a knife, she returned to the door and closed it. "Tell her if the lost boys or the Regulators return before Me or you, then Hook has gotten us." Karen carved his statement word from word, except, clearly, including both of their names. Peter examined it. "Thank you."
"Yeah. Now lets hope Wendy can read my handwriting. Haven't wrote anything since I got here." Karen opened the door again so Peter could get out.
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pleeeeeeeeeeeeease R&R.
Another arrow wheezed through the air, this time only barely touching Hook's upper arm as it went on it's path, nailing Mullins in the hand. Hook yelped and dropped Peter. Another shout of laughter was evident as Alyson and Justin high-fived one another. Hook angrily sent a hard kick to Peter's head. Peter yelped in pain, as the back of his head smashed into the mast.
Karen smashed into Hook, a little off balance, they both turned to look at each other. Karen backed up but Hook was still close enough to back hand her. Karen nearly fell but kept her footing. This Hook did not like; so he threw a punch to her jaw in a quick move, this time knocking her to the ground. Hook delivered a hard kick to her ribs, knocking her onto her back.
Hook unsheathed his sword and quickly brought it down but another sword blocked his blow, and it wasn't Karen's. Hook looked up and glared as he found Peter Pan. The captain also mentally kicked himself for being so distracted with Karen and allowing Peter to regain his defenses.
Hook pulled his sword up and went for a blow to the boy's head but Peter quickly raised his sword and blocked the blow. Karen rolled to her feet and took a step back. "Go help Wendy," Peter ordered. Karen nodded and was off.
Peter and Hook exchanged blows but Hook was the one that wasn't growing tired. He was after all, not the one that spent some odd hours with acid eating away at his already tiny wrists. He was still strong. Peter was the one that went days without food.
Sara jumped on Hook's back and they fell to the ground, the captain's sword falling from his grasp. Peter hurriedly pulled Sara to her feet and took flight. He gave a loud crow, not out of victory but out of escape. The lost boys immediately grabbed a hold of one Regulator and took flight. Tinkerbell sprayed the remaining regulators with pixie dust. Alyson, Karen, Justin and Shane were the only remaining. But they managed to keep up with the speed.
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Peter barely made it to his home before he collapsed. Wendy quickly went to his side as the lost boys formed a circle around the two. The Regulators took seats, on the ground, chairs or even beds, trying to get comfortable or nurse their wounds. Justin and Shane sat on the beds, Shane beside Sara and Justin beside Karen. Alyson, however, stood at the front of the circle, kneeling on the opposite side of Wendy.
Both the girls touched Peter's arms. "Peter," Wendy murmured, stroking his sweaty cheek. Peter didn't respond. "We have to move him to a bed," Wendy said, looking up at the boys surrounding them.
Wendy and Alyson stepped aside as Slightly and Nibs stepped forward. They both carried Peter to one of the few empty beds and set him on it gently. Wendy pulled a cover over him, and tucked him in. She sat on the side of the bed, still stroking Peter's cheek.
Alyson looked around. "How about someone go out and find like...an animal or something for Peter when he wakes up." The lost boys exchanged glances. "Your leader is hurt and starving. You're not seriously gonna just sit here are you?"
Without a reply the lost boys left their home to search for dinner. Now, the house full of girls and Peter, everything was quiet. Shane and Justin decided to tag along with the lost boys.
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Peter awoke with a start. "Let go of me," he shouted, struggling against his bounds. Alyson released her hold. Sweat dripped from Peter's face as he looked at her, trying to focus his eyes.
"You were having a bad dream, Peter." Peter narrowed his eyes, raking his brain for her name. "Peter," she murmured.
"Where's Wendy?" Peter demanded, forgetting her name and looking around frantically. Not finding her his eyes returned to Alyson, wide and worried.
"Chill. You act like she's your mother." Peter gave her a look and she reconsidered her sentence. "She's asleep in Slightly's bed. You've been out for a little under two days. And she's been up most of it, waiting for you. So I told her that I'd watch over you so she can get some sleep."
Peter's eyes seemed to calm slightly but they still had a devilish look to them. "Where's the lost boys?"
Alyson raised an eyebrow. "Out hunting, of coarse," she said quietly. His eyes were almost back to normal. But his face was pale, and filled with sweat and he still looked rather exhausted. Even though he'd slept for two days.
Karen carried a glass of water and set it on a table by Peter's bedside. Peter's attention turned to Karen. "Peter," Alyson said for a third time. "Peter, Wendy said you had a bad memory."
"Me?" Peter asked, his voice rising. "I do not have a bad memory," he snapped defensively.
Alyson's eyebrow rose higher. "Really? Then what's my name?" she asked. She knew he had known it, even if she never told him it. Peter stared at her for a moment, searching for a name but dropped his head when he came up with none. "It's Alyson, Peter. This is Karen. And the regulators are out exploring."
Peter gave her a look. "The regulators, my band of girls," Alyson defined her meanings. "It appears that we are temporally lost, and Wendy said we could crash here but it's a bit small. So we're trying. We'll be out of your hair in no time, man."
Peter continued to stare at her, his face blank. Alyson, not exactly liking his stare looked at Karen. "Y'know, maybe I should wake up Wendy now that you're awake," she said, her voice low as she rose from his bed.
"No," Peter said quickly. Alyson looked back at him. "If she's been up for two days. She should get to sleep."
Alyson tilted her head slightly. "Well, it's more like one and a half." Peter realized that Alyson's voice was getting more American by the hour. Now it had a somewhat accent, like someone from Mississippi or Arkansas. Some one from the deep south.
"You've been up for half a day?" Peter asked, not realizing that it wasn't odd for a person to stay up for 12 or more hours a day. He never took notice of time.
"I suppose," Alyson said. She had forgotten about hours and minutes as well, after having spent so many years in Neverland. But not near as long as Peter Pan, himself. He probably never even learned about all that stuff. "You want some water Peter?" Alyson asked, changing the subject as she lifted up the glass of water.
Peter tried to move but found that his frame was weak and no way would he be able to hold anything. So Alyson brought the cup to his lips and helped him tilt his head back so he could swallow the water. Alyson then helped Peter to lie back down in his bed.
"Wanted to thank you for helping us," Alyson said, sitting once again on the side of his bed. Peter didn't quite remember the fight but he knew it would come back to him in due time. "You slept so long because of the acid. And you wouldn't be hurt if you didn't come for us. You, are very charming."
Peter appeared to blush slightly. "I know," he murmured.
Alyson grinned at his reply but noticed all the same that Karen wasn't paying attention. "What's the matter?" she asked, looking up as her bangs fell out of her eyes. At her movement, Peter realized that her hair had turned to a light brown color, it was slightly long, ending around her mid-section and thin strips of blue were mixed in with the color. Her clothes were different as well. She was dressed in a white tank top and a dark gray pair of night gown pants.
"I don't know," Karen answered, after several minutes while registering what Alyson had said. Alyson rose to her feet but Karen stepped away from her. The girl coughed quietly but the sound soon rose.
Karen's coughs worsen as she began coughing up blood and fell to her knees. Alyson didn't. "S...Sara," Karen gasped holding her gut. With a shouted curse Alyson ran from the tree. Peter tried to rise but Karen held up a hand, the other arm gripping her stomach. "D-don't m-move..."
"What's the matter with you?" Peter asked, stumbling to his feet. But he only stood for a few moments before he tumbled to the ground in front of Karen. "You're...you're dying," he whispered, out of breath.
"N...n..." Karen couldn't help and she gave a scream of pain as her grip on her stomach tightened. Peter inched forward and pulled her arm away. Her arm was covered in blood. He began wiping away the blood on her stomach but could find no wound. "What is this?" he asked. He'd never seen any thing like it before.
"S...Sara's dying..." Karen gasped as tears swelled up in her eyes. But before Karen could blink her pain was gone, as was the blood. She hurriedly jumped to her feet. "I...Sorry." The Regulator helped Peter back into his bed and tucked him in. Peter stared at her expectantly. "We have special relationships.," Karen said, dropping onto the foot of his bed. "Having relationships with every member of the group would be far too painful. So we had ties with only one other. So y'know, it was like partners. Two-pairs. My ties were with Sara. We were like sisters already. When one of the girls are killed, their partner feels it. Blood and all. Whatever happens to one person happens to their partner, except they don't die. Me and Sara been through plenty, nearly died to make sure the other lived. I didn't think she could die at this type of time."
Peter nodded. He knew how much it hurt when one of the lost boys were killed in Neverland. "Who's Alyson's partner?" He asked, raising his chin. "She has a few. But only one can feel her pain. Her partners are: Shane, Justin, Rachel, Brianne and Lucas. But only Shane can feel her pain. She can feel all of their pain."
"Why's that?" Peter asked, now more interested in what exactly the Regulators were about.
"Because, Alyson's like the leader of the group," she answered. "She has abilities that none of us can master. We're all capable of it, we just don't use a part of our brain that she uses far too often. She has like mental powers that no one can imagine of. And since she's the leader, she decided that the leader should know about more. Shane's the only one that Alyson cares deeply about. Sure she loves us all, but she LOVES Shane." Karen knocked a few bangs out of her eyes. "I've known her forever but, she saids that I get too much pain, it's not even funny. But it's probably true."
Peter blinked slightly. "What does Regulator mean?"
"An organization that helps people when the law refuses to," Karen answered. "Pretty slick huh? Yeah, got that from Billy the Kid."
"Billy the kid?" Peter repeated, his voice growing stronger.
"Yeah. Another detail about Alyson. She's completely obsessed with criminals. I swear. Billy the Kid was an outlaw. An American Outlaw. So, even some English people haven't heard of him. But he's a total legend in America. He ran away from home and moved to Arkansas before moving to New Mexico. He was only 15 however." Karen let out a loud sigh as she realized that Peter's eyes were flashing with enthusiasm. "He got into a bar brawl with a dude that said he was a son-of-a-bitch." Peter gave her a confused look. "It's a very offensive term. And since his mother was dead, he was very offended. So he pulled out a gun and shot the dude right square in the gut. And ever since then he'd been on the run. Rumor has it that he killed 21 men before his 21st birthday. But then again, he only had 21 birthdays."
"But moving on, he joined a band called the Regulators. They were for a dude called Mr. John Tunstall. And he was killed by a band called the Murphy-Dolan factor. Run by clearly, Murphy and Dolan. And the government was for Murphy and Dolan. So The Regulators named they band this and went out. Shot down every guy that was involved in Tunstall's murder."
"That sound's very complicated," Peter moaned as he allowed his head to sink into his pillow.
"Damn straight," Karen muttered. "Lucky we ain't called Quintral's Raiders." Karen glanced to Peter. "Well, boy, that's all the school you'll ever need." Peter raised his chin slightly, not quite liking the fact that Karen had tricked him into wanting to learn something.
Peter raised into a sitting position. "I should go look for the lost boys," he murmured as he stumbled to his feet. He was already out of breath.
Karen handed him the glass of water. "You can't leave the confinement of your own house, Peter," she warned as the boy took huge gulps of the water. "Quit drinking like that or you'll throw it all back up. And if you do, I ain't cleaning that up." Peter ignored her and set the glass down before inching toward the door. "Peter," Karen snapped, hurrying by his side. "Peter, if you leave, Hook has a 9 out of 10 chance to recapture you. And when he does, he'll be pissed and probably kill you. Or chop off your hand, like he was planning on doing. It won't be pretty."
Peter looked at Karen. "I know," he said quietly. "But Hook will have a better chance at capturing the lost boys if I'm not there to protect them."
"No he won't. They gots Shane and Justin," Karen said as if nothing could beat the two boys.
Peter weakly opened the door. "They need me."
Karen looked at Wendy who was still asleep. "But what about Wendy?" She asked. Peter's eyes turned to the sleeping child. He couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was when she wasn't worried or terrified. When she wasn't awake. "She'll be worried to death, Peter."
"Karen," Peter said, looking at her. "Can you write?" He asked, his eyes digging into hers. Karen nodded. "Can you write her a note then." Karen walked across the room and picked up a knife, she returned to the door and closed it. "Tell her if the lost boys or the Regulators return before Me or you, then Hook has gotten us." Karen carved his statement word from word, except, clearly, including both of their names. Peter examined it. "Thank you."
"Yeah. Now lets hope Wendy can read my handwriting. Haven't wrote anything since I got here." Karen opened the door again so Peter could get out.
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pleeeeeeeeeeeeease R&R.