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"I really don't think we can trust him." Peter muttered in Kelly's ear as they followed Captain Astor to a ware-house. It was in the middle of a compound that Astor said that he managed in the daytime. He said that he was leading them to where they would keep the Star-Stuff until they could get back to where it came from.
"Why not?" whispered Kelly. "He seems nice."
"He isn't Captain Astor! I knew him! Captain Astor didn't have that accent. And he didn't look like that." Peter nodded as if the matter had been settled.
"First of all: It's a French accent. He lives in France. Second: Hell-OO! He's a descendant! He shares the same name. Third: He said he'd help us. Fourth: he seems to know about Star-Stuff." she hissed, hoping that no-body could hear this. It'd be so embarrassing.
"I still don't trust him," muttered Peter, glaring in the direction of Little John. He really didn't like that guy. Reminded him too much of Little Richard. Peter floated a few inches off the ground impatiently as Captain Astor opened the door. Peter craned his neck to get a glimpse inside. he couldn't see anything. It was dark in there.
Captain Astor bowed to Kelly. "Ladies first, m'dear."
Kelly blinked. 'Where have I heard that line before? It seems so familiar...' She wondered as she entered the warehouse. She was through the door and in the ware-house when it suddenly it all came back to her. That's what Hook said before he made Wendy walk the plank! She started to whip around, only to be blinded by the lights that suddenly flooded the ware-house.
"FLY, PETER, FLY!" she screamed. Just then the door slammed shut and Captain Astor grinned evilly at her. He gave a chuckle. Then, he locked the door.
"Figures." he said, his voice now completely devoid of a French accent. "Wendy fell for it and you did as well." He took off his wig, revealing a head of brown curls. He took out his contacts, showing chocolaty brown eyes. Kelly was looking into a replica of Orlando Bloom, except Orlando never had an evil aura about him. In fact, Orlando was so hot and peaceful. This guy was just...creepy. But you never knew...
"Who are you, really? You can't be Orlando and you can't be an-"
"Oh, but I am an Astor. I just switched sides."
"KELLY!" Peter yelled, as the door banged shut and he heard a click. 'Oh, no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no. Uh-oh!' He flew to the sky as Little John lunged for him. Peter let out a groan, then drew his dagger. Little John laughed, then drew a gun. Peter gulped.
"Crrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuddddddddddd..." he groaned, turning around and fleeing into the sky. "This sucks, this sucks, this SUCKS!" he heard gun-fire behind him, and increased his pace. A bullet whistled by him and underneath him. He suddenly flew out of the range, but he couldn't go back. Little John stood there, gun still in the air. He had gotten lucky so far, his luck couldn't last forever. But he was Peter Pan!! Of course it could!
He dove again, dodging a bullet or two and taking a swipe at Little John. Little John was quick despite his big size and easily dodged the dagger thrust. He swung back at the boy with his own dagger, Peter barely managed to parry. He could only keep this guy at bay for so long! What could he do? Wait...could he possibly get to Neverland assemble some reinforcements and come back in time? Probably not...What could he do?
"Peter, do you remember where Kelly's house is?" asked the queen of fairies, communicating telepathically. Peter flew out of Little John's dagger and gun range and quickly responded. As he watched, more and more men appeared. He swallowed. There were even more men than there were on the pirate ship!!
"Uh-h, I think so. Why?"
"We can enlist the help of her two brothers."
"Great idea, your majesty! Let's go!" he shot off into the night sky. 'Sorry, Kelly, but this is too much for me! I'm gonna get your brothers to help, so don't worry!'
"You can't be an Astor! You just can't!" said Kelly, still not believing what the man was saying. He was sitting on a chair and there was an empty one nearby for her. But she dispenced with formalites. She was too hysterical for that.
"Oh, but I am." said Astor, laughing a little. "As I said before, I just switched sides. Now I am a general for the Others, the enemies of the Star-Catchers."
"But why?" asked Kelly. "That makes no sense." She was getting ready to throw something. She wanted sugar. Perferably Pixie Stics, but not the blue ones. Purple or orange.
"Of course it doesn't, not to you. But I despised the way that my ancestors disposed of power, power beyond your puny imagination. A power that could make you a queen, that could make your brother a king, that could make me as powerful as Captain Jas. Hook, the man I've admired."
"You've admired Hook?" Kelly asked in disbelief. She snorted, then started laughing. Laughing hard. The kind of laughter that borders on hysterical. "He is such an-!"
"Don't insult Capt. Hook. He is a great man! A man worth admiring. I had an...incident with the Star-Stuff when I was about fifteen, and when I transferred to the Others, they gave me Star-Stuff to change the way I had become. My family didn't approve, but they were worthless anyway. Always trying to do the right thing. They were pathetic." He said, glaring into space.
"You're just a bitter spiteful person, and I really pity you. Now, can I go?" she said, ready to strange the man.
"No." he said with a smirk that said "I-Can't-Believe-That-She-Just-Asked-That-Question".
"No?" she said, shoulders sagging.
"Yes." He snapped, getting rather annoyed.
"Yes?" she asked, realizing that she had seen this on a Jimmy Neutron episode.
"No." He was angrier. Good, he was more likely to make a mistake.
"No?"
"Yes." He looked like he was ready to strange her.
"YES!" she dove for the doorknob.
"NO!" he bellowed. Just then, the giant entered the doorway. He caught Kelly in a rib-crushing bear-hug. She struggled to get air into her body, now deflated and defeated in a single move.
"I give, I give, I give!" she managed to choke out, gasping like a fish out of water. Astor snapped his fingers, and Little John let her drop. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. She coughed, nursing bruised ribs.
"For your sake, I'd better not have any long term damage!" she rasped.
"By the way, m'dear, I'd like to thank you for telling me what has been happening in Neverland. I always wondered if it was real. Now that I know, I can travel there."
"How?" she spat disgustedly.
"By Star-Stuff, how else?"
"I suppose you are going to leave me here, all tied up without food or water?"
"Of course not. That's barbaric. You're coming with me. I can think of at least a hundred uses a young, pretty girl like you can provide."
She spat in his eyes.
Oh-h, you guys must hate me. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HA! I am so evil at the moment...