A/N: make sure you've read the updates version of chapter six!
chapter five – Heart
If Wendy's heart wasn't in her chest and Pan couldn't find it, he couldn't consume its power. She had heard of folk with magic being able to rip out hearts, and hold them in another place for safety. Her father did that a long time ago, see, a lot of people wanted Wendy's father dead. Hook met a witch who did it for him, and he kept his heart in a safe place for no one to find. Even Wendy didn't know where it was.
»What? Why?» Tinkerbell asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
»You can, can't you?» she asked the fairy. She nodded and Wendy smiled. »Lovely!»
»No, no it's not», Tinkerbell shook her head. »Once I rip it out, you won't be able to feel like you do now. Compassion, empathy, love.»
»That'll only make it easier for me to kill Pan», Wendy said. Tinkerbell hesitated. She looked at her hand and then at Wendy.
»I just need to hide my heart for a couple of days so that the dark moon passes», Wendy begged. Tinkerbell took a deep breath and then finally agreed, reluctantly though.
»Fine, but just a couple of days. I'll hold onto your heart», she said and Wendy smiled. »It's going to hurt though.»
Wendy stood up straight and nodded. Tinkerbell pulled her sleeves up and prepared her hand. She rose an eyebrow to ask if Wendy was ready, she nodded. She closed her eyes as Tinkerbell shoved her hand in her chest. She felt a electric pain rush down her nerves, and put pressure on her very soul and she gasped. She squirmed a bit, but Tinkerbell held her still. She then pulled hard, and Wendy felt a huge weight lift off her chest. Like when you finally admit to a lie. She caught her breath and opened her eyes. She looked at her very heart in Tinkerbell's hand and she gasped once again. It was a real, blood pumping, beating heart.
»Dear Lord», she said and Tinkerbell sighed.
»I'll hide it. Pan won't find it», she promised and put the heart carefully in her bag in a small pouch.
»Thank you, Tinkerbell», Wendy said and the fairy smiled. »Exactly why are you helping me?»
»Pan broke me», she said bitterly, and Wendy just now noticed that Tinkerbell had no wings at all. Didn't all fairies have wings? But her back was bare. »I want him dead for what he did to me.»
»That's a promise», Wendy said and Tinkerbell smirked viciously.
»I have to get back now», Wendy said and Tinkerbell nodded, disappearing into thin air and Wendy turned around. She heard footsteps. Someone was running. She quickly hid and held her breath for they were so very close, right next to the bushes she was hiding behind.
»Find me my Lost Girl!» she heard Pan's furious voice call nearby. She thought if she just played innocent that he wouldn't think much of it. It was the dawn of the dark moon, of course would. However she decided to get up and face him like a real pirate.
»I hope this fuss isn't all about me», she said to the boy standing back facing her. He turned around in a heartbeat and his expression shifted from furious to murderous when he saw her. He stalked toward her, not knowing where to start scolding his captive.
»I took a morning stroll. You don't mind, do you?» she said and Pan clearly tried to stop himself from hitting her. He just gripped her arm tightly and began dragging her behind himself. He didn't even bother calling off his troops, they were in a hurry. Dawn was already breaking and Pan was growing impatient. He had one chance to do this.
»Where are we going?» Wendy asked as Pan dragged her through the forest. She had difficulties keeping up to his pace and he let go of her with a huff.
Wendy touched her arm and furrowed her brows. There was a red mark growing on her bicep, and it was hurting.
»Be a good little girl and don't run, will you?» he said and began along the path that they'd crossed. She sighed and followed him. Checking her compass, she saw they were headed South-West, toward Cove.
»What's that?» Pan asked. Wendy sighed once more and didn't answer.
»It's a long, long way», he warned.
»And I would rather walk it in silence», she said. Pan turned around to look at Wendy.
»What makes you think we're walking?» he said and pointed upward. She saw pixie flowers growing at the top of the trees, shining a light on the ground. She hadn't even realized.
»We're flying», Pan said, as he bend his knees to push himself off the steady ground. She watched as she flung off the path and into the air as fast as an arrow. He flied to the top of the trees and collected some pixie dust, then coming down. He stretched his arm toward her and Wendy caught the pixie dust as he opened his hand.
»I've never flown before», Wendy said. Pan smirked and rose an eyebrow.
She sprinkled the dust on her head and before she could say the word, she was already beginning to float off the ground. She was confused as to what to do with her feet and she constantly felt like she would slip on the air.
»Here», Pan said and lent a hand. She looked at him in disbelief and he took her arm. She hadn't seen him willing to help anyone the whole time she'd known him, why would he now?
»Come on, the beach isn't far», he said as he pushed himself off the ground again, this time pulling Wendy with him. She felt her a pinch in her stomach as they flew higher and higher. She could see the top of the trees and even the ocean now.
»It's beautiful», Wendy gasped as she looked at the view. The distant set of mountains behind them, the tall trees and the glowing dust at the top of them. The Mermaid Lagun and its rocky shore. She even saw the Black Pearl from up there and she felt empty all of a sudden. Somewhere in Never Never Land, her father was thinking that Wendy was searching for the water, instead, she was headed for her death.
»Let's go», Pan said, pulling her with him toward the beach. Wendy could feel the warm breeze on her face, making her hair and clothes flutter in it. So far, she loved flying, swimming in the warm air, free. That feeling stopped short when Pan and Wendy landed on the sand. He looked up at the hidden moon and then at her.
»Any last words?» he asked and Wendy pretended to think hard. He rolled his green eyes. He drew his hand back, then straight at her chest. She felt that same nerve racking pain through her spine as he searched for the heart. For a while he moved his hand around, sending agonizing waves of pain through Wendy's body, and then he gave up.
»What did you do?» he asked, losing control of his anger.
»I didn't do anything», Wendy leaned in, and whispered in his ear. Pan laughed and pulled back.
»Where is it?» he yelled and Wendy just smirked.
»I don't know», she said sternly and Pan gave a mischievous smile at her.
»Tinkerbell, right?» he asked, turning around.
»How did you–?»
»I know everything, Wendy», he laughed, turning back around. Wendy didn't know what kind of magic he had exactly, but it was powerful. And before she could blink, she felt a hand grip around her throat, except Pan wasn't anywhere near. She was standing two metres away from her, just staring at her. Wendy felt the pressure on her throat get stronger and she tried to gasp for air.
»Where is your heart?» he asked. Wendy just coughed and he came closer. The invisible grip on her throat loosened and she fell to her knees.
»Why it's right here», she could then hear Tinkerbell's voice from behind. Pan looked up and Wendy felt the magical grip let go of her. She turned around, toward Tinkerbell and saw her holding her heart in her hand. It was pulsing gently and she smirked.
»It's too late, Peter», she said and Pan looked up at the moon. It wasn't dark any more. A thin slice of the waxing moon could now be seen.
And before she realized, Pan was pushing Wendy inside the small cage that lay on the ground, far from the main camp. Her back hit the far wall and she groaned in frustration.
»You can't keep me here», she said and he smiled a little. He kneeled before the cage, made of bamboo sticks and held together with vines, and he looked down and then at Wendy.
»Yes, I can», he said.
