How frustrating today had been. It started out so fun, just like any other, and some how it turned so bad. So annoyingly bad. The aching throbs of pain on his head and, well, every where else kept pulsing unrelenting as if to insult Peter on today's failure. At first, Peter took it as just a loss, but now as the hours dragged on, he began to feel a suffocating, growing anxiety for his situation. He understood his situation… but maybe its a bit more dire than he is admitting to himself… This might be rather bad. Really rather bad.

The brig. This isn't the first time Peter had been here, but the first time he himself had been imprisoned in it. At first it was just interesting to him; being on these side of the bars. He had rescued many a lost boy from this place, but he couldn't quite remember a time he himself was in the position of needing rescue.

No… Peter didn't need rescue. He would rescue himself! Of course! He just… hadn't thought of how yet. This gradual feeling of… anxiety he was feeling was just a mild emotion side effect of his head injury. He would find a way out, of course he would. He's Peter Pan! Wonder boy! The amazing… unstoppable… Peter pan.

It was quiet in here. The swaying of the ship and the dank musty smell of the moist environment was making Peter sick. Peter wished a pirate would at least come in so he could interact with someone. Even if it was just throwing insults at each other. He had to let them know he hadn't lost this game just yet. No way! He was just momentarily set back. How he wanted to tell that to those cocky pirate faces. To that bastard Hook's face. The expression of victory on Hook's adult face just didn't suit him well, and is not sitting well with Peter. Stupid pirate. Stupid…

So stupid. How did he not realize the obvious trap? When one of Peter's lost boys went missing, of course Hook had him as a trap to lure Peter. Of course it was. Peter knew that, but went flying in to save the day as usual. But… how did things go so wrong? He knew it was a trap. But… that kind of trap?

The sudden image of young Terry's suffocating face flashed in Peter's memory, and he shuddered. He just hadn't been prepared for that. and he lost his composure. Just like Hook wanted.

Peter shook his head quickly. It didn't matter anymore. Terry is fine now, as are all the lost boys. Peter saved them. Thats what mattered. Now… now he just had to save himself. Another ping of anxiety hit him, and he felt the desperate need to stand and pace. Though this proved to be painful, he simply couldn't handle this uncomfortable feeling still making its way through him. This bad, anxious feeling. What the heck was this feeling? It didn't matter! Stop it now. Think of a way out.

He scanned the bars surround him again. Yep, they were the same as they were a few hours ago. The lock to the gate still locked. The damp floorboards were still there too. So was the ceiling. Ok, so no new options have come up. Thats ok, he would just need to find an opportunity when the pirates show up again.

Another brutal ping in the pit of his stomach, this time making him loose his breath.

He stopped for a second to register. Ok this feeling was getting worse, obviously he has some head/stomach injury. One he has never had before. Interesting… Often hit when he thought about the pirates.

The pirates… Hook. Yes, thinking of them caused this feeling. Especially the last time he saw them, here in the brig, when they all took a turn beating Peter in a manner he hadn't experienced before.

This time the feeling made him fall back to his knees. Maybe.. maybe he didn't want a pirate to visit him again. Maybe its not worth the entertainment of banter. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone for a little while longer.

Another hour passed. Peter sat quietly now, exhausted by his own thoughts and the pain of his injuries. He thought he might sleep a bit, when a loud bang from the brig door opening jostled him up to his feet. Anxiety, but also eagerness. Now maybe he can find a way out. Maybe. Somehow.

It was a group of pirates, rather quiet as the approached, which was a bit strange. Peter eyed them, inspecting their demeanor as they came closer.

One took a moment to eye him back before giving a chuff and taking a swig of rum. Another was rummaging through the lace of keys, looking for the one to open the cage. Cracking of knuckles came from another.

"Hook said we 'taint supposta visit ye till he talks ta ya" Says one in front, before taking another swig. He was practically leaning on the bars of the gate, as if he just couldn't wait to get inside. "But if we keep quite, we can have a bit of fun with ya before then, eh?"

This caused a few laughs from the others next to him. Peter counted 4 pirates. Ones he didn't recognize. Yet they all seemed to know peter as if they had their whole lives. Peter did not back down as the disturbing words registered with him. But that feeling in his stomach was assaulting him at full force now.

"Just keep it under his clothes, so Hook won't see the marks" One said, eyeing Peter up and down oddly. He was a bit thinner than the talkative one in front, with long, tied back ash blond hair and curiously shaped facial hair.

Peter could feel a drip of sweat roll down from his head down to his cheek. Ok this was his chance to make witty, cheeky responses to these stupid pirates. But, no words would form in his head. This was quite an… interesting situation he found himself in; cornered, no where to fly, no weapon to threaten with. It left a horribly vulnerable sensation in him that he didn't like. Not one bit. But despite his lack of comebacks, he stood strong and eyed them, puffing up his chest.

The other pirate jostling through the keys appeared to find the one he was looking for, and gave a chuckle before fumbling it into the lock.

That feeling in his stomach was pulsing now, and his ears were ringing. He knew what would happen now, same as earlier, and when he first got caught in Hook's trap. Lots of stuff that was not fun. At all.

As the pirates all entered his cage and made their way towards the small blond boy, Peter suddenly had a revelation at this new sensation assaulting him. This unpleasing, un fun feeling that was now choking him. The sensation that was knocking him off his feet, giving him anxiety and dread. A feeling leading him to desire for a degrading rescue, escape, anything.

This horrible feeling was fear. Suffocating, overwhelming, dreading fear. How unusual for the wonder boy.

This really was such a horrible day. And it wasn't even over yet.

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AHAHAHAHA ok so i am very aware what this sounds like is happening. Technically that probably would happen to a prisoner of pirates. BUT no, its not that. He's just getting beat up. thats all. thats it. really. _

if you don't know what I'm talking about don't worry about it hah….

anyway, its been ages I know. My computer crashed and I lost all my files, including this story. I had more written, but now its gone to oblivion, so instead up desperately trying to figure out and continue where I left off, i did another flash back. I think it needs more anyway. Prob next chapter will be continuing from where the story left off? Idk?

sorry if my writing is shit btw. Haven't written in at least a year I think. I really don't write anything other than this story lol.

YOU GUYS SEE THE COMMERCIAL FOR THE NEW PETER PAN MOVIE?! LOOSING MY SHIT. so i literally just realized upon watching it that peter PAN plays a PAN flute! omg i feel so stupid i never made the connection CX

feel free to let me know of problems in this. Proof reading doesn't really exist in my world :c BTW i don't even have Word anymore haha I'm writing this in TextEdit XDDDDD