Wendy sat in the empty room, the walls cemented, the floors tiled, and a huge mirror hung on the wall in front of her. She knew it was only a mirror on one side, and a window on the other. A clear view of everything Wendy was doing could be seen from the other side. She refused to look up from the metal table that was in front of her. Her hands cuffed, rested on her lap.
Behind the glass a team of police officers either sat or stood, discussing what the best course of action was.
"We should just throw them all in jail! The Lost Boys have been causing us nothing but trouble!"
"I never knew they were so young."
"Troubled youths need to be taken to a good home, but who would take them?"
"All the reports showed a young adult with blood hair, that's the leader Peter."
"He's the only one who did anything, really. If you think about it."
"Those kids are just as responsible as he is!"
The Police Chief burst into the room full of officers and demanded a short summary of what exactly was going on. He was quickly informed, and in a few moments he had sent two officers to interrogate Wendy Darling. The two officers walked into the small room on the other side of the glass. They looked identical with their smooth black hair pleated into braids, their tanned skin and wide chocolate eyes. The only different between the two was a tattoo, partially hidden by her hair, on one of the girl's neck.
The one with the tattoo spoke first. "My name is Tiger."
The other one said, "And I'm Lily." She sat down on the chair on the other side of the table and looked at Wendy intently. "Do you know why you're here?"
"My parents were murdered by The Pirates, and Peter saved me so many times." Wendy whispered. She wasn't exactly answering their questions, they just happened to coincide with what she was thinking about at the time.
When TIger asked if she knew what was going to happen to Peter, Wendy replied, "He's dead," as she flashed back to the memory of Hook laying lifeless, and Peter gasping as he slowly lost blood. "He's dying."
"Two of the boys claim to be your brothers, and they also claim to have nothing to do with the gang." Lily asked, "Is that true?"
"John and Michael are my brothers. Family. We're the only ones who survived. Peter protected us." Wendy repeated those words and phrases for a good minute, her voice slowly getting harder to hear as she thought more about it. She was drowning in her mind and refused to surface.
Lily turned to Tiger, "It's hopeless. She's not responding, only to certain things, but it doesn't seem like she's talking to us."
Tiger grinned devilishly, "We have to play with her heard then." Tiger turned to face Wendy. "You don't want your brothers to get into trouble, do you?"
Wendy didn't respond.
"Peter won't be able to save them if he's dead." She sneered. "In a few hours time, Peter will be under going his trail. His sentence will either be jail for the remainder of his life, or death. He can't save himself, you know." She paused and let it sink in. "Imagine it: Peter lying on his death bed. His face pale and cold, his hands clammy and moist with sweat, and his eyes losing life slowly but surely. Just like you said, 'He's dying' and it's all because of you."
A tear slipped from Wendy's eye and trailed slowly down her warm cheek. Her face flushed, but she quickly regained her compuser. However, that tear still hung there on her cheek as if mocking Wendy and daring her to cry some more.
"Why?" Wendy whispered, "Why do you all think Peter is bad?"
Tiger replied, "He's a murderer."
"That may be, but he's saved much more lives than he's killed. He saved the Lost Boys when they were in their greatest time of need, and he saved my brothers and myself." Wendy explained.
Lily responded, "That doesn't change the fact that he has broken the law. He stole and he killed. Not to mention breaking and entering."
Wendy shivered, "You know he's blind in one eye."
"What?"
"He's blind in one of his eyes. He covers the scar with his hair." Wendy said.
Lily shook her head. "That's interesting, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"You don't know him." Wendy stated. "If you knew him, you'd know he was a good person! He's just tormented inside! You don't know how much he's hurting!" Wendy couldn't help her outburst, but talking about Peter's pain and suffering set her off. She was in love with him, and there was no escaping how she felt.
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One by one, the Lost Boys were taken into identical rooms where they were questioned. The only thing the police got from them were the same phrases, "Peter's a good guy." "He saved me." "We did nothing wrong!" After all the Lost Boys were questioned, and Wendy was taken back into a cell opposite them, the police went and fetched Peter from solitary confinement. They placed him in there so he couldn't get any ideas about escaping. Peter had a nice record for slipping out of places unseen. One time he had actually turned himself in, but an hour later he disappeared and was out on the streets yet again.
So, the Police Chief himself went and took Peter roughly by the arm, ignoring the bandages on Peter's arm, and escorted him to the same room to be questioned.
He made sure the door was completely locked and secured, and could only be opened from the outside, before sitting down in front of Peter. The Police Chief sighed, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, then placed them back on the rim of his nose and looked directly at Peter.
"Let me see your eyes."
That was the first thing the Chief said.
"What?" Peter asked, astounded by the odd questioning.
The Police Chief repeated his question one more time, and Peter obeyed. He lifted his hair out from in front of his face and showed him the scar that trailed over Peter's eye. His blank eye stared at the Chief before he covered it again with his hair. "What was the meaning for that?" Peter asked.
The Chief sat back in the chair. "Wendy told us about you. She told us everything. She's not very promising." The Chief sneered.
Peter only chuckled, "I've been in this situation so many times I know your games like the back of my hand."
"What games?" The Chief asked innocently.
"Don't play cute with me." Peter snapped. "You're going to spout all the shit about how Wendy or one of the Lost Boys betrayed me, and that I don't really know my friends. And it's all because you expect me to break under the pressure and crack and tell you everything that they didn't actually tell."
The Chief nodded and smiled. "That's a very interesting theory. Please, tell me more."
"Enough with the 'good cop back cop' routine. Let's just skip that and go straight for the violence."
The Chief raised and eyebrow. "Are you challenging me?"
"Sounds like it, doesn't it." It wasn't a question. Peter was glaring at the Chief, his fists were clenched on his lap and his leg twitched. He hated the police and any kind of authority figure.
The Chief smirked and stood up, he cracked his knuckles and gleamed, "I'm going to enjoy this."
Peter returned the look. "So will I."
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Wendy paced her cell anxiously. In the cell opposite hers, the Lost Boys watched her walk back and forth. "When do you think they'll be done?" Wendy asked nervously.
Rufio replied, "Probably not very long. They've already been in there an hour."
"Exactly!" Wendy exasperated. "Shouldn't they be done by now!"
The Twins spoke. "Nope. Peter likes to pick fights with the police."
A moment later loud shouts and exclamations could be heard from the hallway where the interrogation room was.
"Get him down on the floor!" One voice yelled.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" Another bellowed.
"Oh my God! He has a knife!" Someone shrieked.
Wendy stood on her toes with her face meshed between the bars trying to get a look at what was happening. Finally, she heard Peter's voice.
"Back off!" Peter warned. "Give me the keys now!"
Wendy peered hopefully around the corner, and the Lost Boys were crawling over each other in excitement. Peter walked through the hallway, the Police Chief's face was red with anger and embarrassment. Peter was holding a knife to his neck.
"Peter!" Wendy shrieked, "What are you doing!?"
"I can't die here, Wendy!" Peter nearly cried. His voice was high and almost a whine. When Wendy looked at him she saw a scared little boy, using violence as a shield. "I'm going to break us out. We'll run far away from here! We can be safe, and start over!" Peter fumbled with the keys and unlocked Wendy's cell. Then he turned and unlocked the Lost Boys and Wendy's brothers.
"We have to hurry." Rufio said urgently, "The cops won't let us go without a fight."
The group headed for the door, the pack of police followed after them, slowly and far behind; they didn't want to risk losing the Chief. Peter knew that as soon as he let the Chief go they could fire and he would die, so he wanted to at least get everyone else safe.
"Go, Wendy. Take them far away from Neverland. They have to go back to the real world now." Peter said.
The Lost Boys whined and cried out, "No!"
Peter's grip on the knife tightened and the Chief winced. "Just go, Wendy! I'd rather die knowing you're all safe, than not."
Wendy shook her head, unable to speak. Just then a shot was fired, it sped through the air directly at Peter. "Ugh!"
Wendy's eyes opened in shock, and the tears began to flow. She fell on her knees and cried, and the Police Chief landed on the ground astounded at what just happened.
"We have to save him!" Wendy screamed.
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So then, this took me a few days to write. I haven't had a lot of time to work on this, school is keeping me busy. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Leave me some reviews! Please and thank you! ^^