Chapter 9: The Desire to Burn.

A/N: There's more at the bottom. It's backstory time! taking a turn for the scorned here. I think I got a little melodramatic in there, but it's okay right? you still Love me right? REVIEW!

Captain Luther Stiles leaned over the side of the Lady Luck as the salty ocean water accosted his face. Wind blew at the strands of his light blonde hair and relaxed his frame that was rigid in anticipation. It was late into the night already and many of the crew were blew deck resting. It was quiet but, he could hear the mild chatter of the two beings that sat on the opposite side of the boat. The woman had powder blue eyes that were utterly mesmerizing. Her hair was jet black and flowed freely down her back and she was adorned all in red. She sat with a man was slender and hollow. He looked as if he would snap just from standing in the wind. He had dark olive skin and blonde hair, which made him look unnatural and a blank look in his black eyes that warned and one who looked upon them of danger.

Luther ran a hand across his beard putting it back in place before walking toward the man at the wheel of the boat, Reagan Di. Reagan was his closest friend and had been so for quite a long time, longer than anyone Stiles knew. Long enough to remember their years in Neverland. He up looked at his taller friend as he approached. Reagan had Dark blue eyes and chocolate brown curls. His hair was cropped very close at the back but grew longer toward the front so that it hung down in front of his face. Luther was seven years his elder but neither of them cared about that, that had spent thousands of year together on that island. Time was nothing to them.

And yet, time was everything to them.

Luther had been thirteen when Peter brought him to the island. Reagan had been seven and they had been the best of friends from the very start. When you're young it's hard to feel the time passing or not passing. Pan had regular trade with a few merchants back then and they fascinated Luther and Reagan to no end. They would marvel at every visitor, at the miracle time had wrought upon each person. They pondered what their own bodies would look like if they would but submit to the passing of time. As the years wore on curiosity won out for the boys. They wanted to grow up. So they left and grow they did. Reality came crashing into them and it chewed them up and spat them out. The worst part was that they could never return to that land of magic. They had lived in the hard life for too many years. They could never be children again. Not by all the magic in all the world. They would know; they had tried. The got jobs as sea merchants and after a few years of that the bought the Lady Luck and sailed through all the lands in search of an answer to the battle fought against the decay of time. Not one was found. All they wanted the magic back. They wanted to fly with the green light around their bodies and gleaming in their eyes! To go back to the world where doing as you pleased was a good passing of time and not discarded as a waste. They just wanted to return to Neverland. They just wanted to come home! But the first time they tried Peter had met them at the shore. He told them to leave and never return. A boy they had once looked at as a god! As a father! As family! This is how he treated them? The outrage! Luther remembered the day with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Luther surged forward and shoved his face in front of Pan's. Reagan stood anxiously at his back ready to interfere but not yet sure of behalf of whom. "What is you just want the magic to yourself, don't you! DON'T YOU?! I'll bet you never thought of any one of us as family! We were just fleeting entertainment to you weren't we? Greedy Bastard!"

Pan's hand darted out fast and gripped Luther by the throat. "I am not the one with greed in their eyes Lu! You made your choice and you have now grown. Magic here no longer works for you and this island is no longer your home. Can't you even see? You come here, anger in your veins, the commands just rolling off your tongue." His voice darkened dangerously. "I remember a man just like this. Same blonde hair same brown eyes. I remember a boy who lived here and thanked me for rescuing him from that monster." He shoved Luther and he landed hard in the sand. Pan was much stronger than he had thought. Luther sat there in the sand, numbed by the anger, the sorrow and the loss. He heard Reagan but it was as if from far away. The words never really reached him.

"Peter please! We didn't know what life was like off the island. We had long forgotten what the outside world was like. We're not made for this. Can you turn us back? We just want to go back!" he was crying. "I just want to come home." He sobbed as he fell on his knees part way between Pan and Luther. Pan squatted in front of the once lost boy.

"I am sorry. Truly I am. But you have lived to much, you cannot enjoy being young anymore. Life makes you desperate. The island is a safe place for those who are lost. But you my friends are no longer lost. The two of you together made the choice to turn your backs on the island and together you have lived on the outside." He put a hand on Reagan's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "You don't need Neverland anymore."

"How do you know what we need?" Said Luther popping up from his place in the sand. "like you know anymore of the world than we once did!"

"I do." Said pan standing as well.

"Lies!" Luther hissed. "All of it was lies! All of it is lies! The magic will work if you would share it with us, but you won't you greedy little child!" he roared. "I will get my revenge on you Pan. I will smile from the sky when I can once again fly, as I watch Neverland BURN!"

He and Reagan had come back years after this encounter. In the time that had passed the duo had met Jaquelin Amato. She was a sorceress they had met in their travels and, tall slender dark and ruthless, she was just what they needed to destroy Pan. She knew the secrets of magic and broke down Pan's barrier so that they could get to the island. She herself took on Pan and doused him with squid ink. Pan could not fight. But his boys did. Luther got sliced from his right hip up to his left collarbone. That little shit, Felix loved Pan like no other and he was rum handy with a sword. Luther had given him a good slash across the face for it of course, and later learned that Jaquelin had killed his brother Carlyle. They had had to pull back so Jaquelin could heal Luther but they had left Chaos in their wake. That made Luther smile. They had come so close.

But this time would be different. They had Jaquelin, and now they had Lazarus Marrow. He made Jaquelin look almost cuddly, and smiled at the prospect of blood. With a new crew of able-bodied men aboard the Lady Luck, they set sail into the portal and made for Neverland. Nothing would come in the way of Luther's revenge this time. He would finally reclaim the magic that was once his. Him and Reagan! They would reclaim what was once theirs. Luther would quench his desire for a burning Neverland in blood. Pan's blood. He smiled at Reagan who returned the gesture.

Destruction was imminent.

A/N: Hi again! Firstly, thank you for reading and following I love you all so much you don't even know! Secondly i am truly so sorry about the updating or rather lack there of. i thick i shouldn't make promises for every week anymore, but i will get the story to you as fast as i can write it. I promise the story will get better guys! Thirdly, I have now also posted this story on my figment. I'm kind of new to their site so if you like the story go give it rating over there as well if you would please. it is also entitled Heart of a Heartless boy.