Smee narrowed his eyes, "What do ye mean no?"
Ash had the ridiculous smile that was almost contagious.
"Exactly as you heard Mr. Smee, I am not giving up Peter to someone like Hook." Wendy felt proud stand up against her first pirate, even it was Smee, but she kept a straight face.
"Fine then, you don't get to eat," he huffed, taking the food he brought in earlier. Wendy's pride soon disappeared as he took a bite of bread and left.
"Nice work, dipstick, there goes a decent meal. If it wasn't for the pirates being the wardens of this prison, all the Lost Kids would be in here just for the food." Ash paused for a moment, "On the other hand, it may have been a good thing. A hardy meal probably means the last before making you a target for the firing squad."
If that was Ash's way of cheering her up, she's not doing a very good job.
Ash looked left, then right before slipping something into her hand; there was a click that seemed too loud in the quiet cell. The door swung wide open, the girls waited but no alarm went off. Ash then went to Wendy's cell and unlocked the door.
"How did you get those keys?" asked Wendy.
The other stood straighter and prouder "I'm the best pick pocket there is; it's all about distraction, and it's easy to distract a bimbo like Smee."
Ash then unlocked Wendy's cell; stepped out cautiously, giving Ash a critical look. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
She shrugged, "Do you want to play 20 questions or do you want to get out of here?"
Wendy did argue, they waited 60 seconds to make sure Smee or anyone else was gone before they darted down the hall; Ash darting left and right. They came to a dead end but that didn't stop Ash, and with a little help from Wendy, made it into the air ventilation. Inching along the shaft, Wendy tried to ask her but she shushed her because of echoes. Ash gave a hard kick to a panel and it fell into an alley.
They dropped down the alley and took off running. After a couple blocks Ash got smack with some paper.
Muttering a curse, she pulled it away but upon closer inspection, she grinned.
"What is it?" asked Wendy.
"Lost mail," she replied before sniffing it, her grin faltered slightly. "Unfortunately not a love letter, those are a riot; I mean they are always so gushy. Don't give that look, I can be puckish sometimes."
Nose still wrinkled, Wendy looked at the letter; the yellow paper had no address, even a return address. Was missing.
Before Wendy could examine it further, Ash sprinted ahead and jumps down a nearby manhole; Wendy, being more cautious, takes the ladder.
"Yo fellas, ya miss me?" Ash called in the pipes. There were many entrances and exits to the hide outs for quick getaways. Although because the sewer system was like a maze and if Lost Kids got, well, lost, they needed a way to communicate; all they had to do was use the pipes. Just like on playgrounds in the real world, a person can yell down one pipe and there will be someone on the other end. The Lost Kids actually made that a chore because of how boring it was sitting around mostly listening to rat squeaks.
"Ash? Is that you? Please tell me Wendy is with you," a voice responded from the pipe. It wasn't clear but it was understandable; unlike the other end where it was amplified.
Ash scowled as Wendy pushed her aside, "I'm here, no thanks to her."
"You're still mad about that."
Ignoring her "What's happening?"
"Good, you need to come here ASAP! Peter's fading fast and we don't know if he'll be all zombified if he does."
Wendy thought back to that moment with Peter, he looked more stone than zombie. Something occurred to her, stone crumbles and features disappear, like an ear or a nose. She could see why they thought zombie if he was still walking around without these features and grey skin, all that would be missing is him covered in blood. What really unnerved her was that he may be falling apart.
Not giving a chance for Ash to reply, Wendy grabbed her and sprinted down the tunnel. She didn't car which way she was going as long as it reached Peter.
"Hey, you're going the wrong way!" yelled Ash.
Although knowing the right direction would be helpful.
Wendy spun on a heal and headed the other way, ignoring the pipe's muffled cry for attention.
A/N: Man, finally summer vacation! I have more time for everything now, oddly my writing is coming off slow. My problem is that I don't have my priorities straight *sigh*. R&R people!