"No," Wendy murmured. "You can't go. I need your help to find John and Michael." Tears in her eyes, pleading to Petra. "Don't."
Petra only shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm just making your life miserable. It's better if I just leave, and don't come back. Goodbye, Wendy." She started to walk away.
Wendy cried, "No." Why was she crying like this? She didn't love Petra, then why did it feel like her heart was being torn out, and she had taken it. Wendy was too confused to care about what she did next. She couldn't let Petra go, she couldn't her leave and never come back. She wanted to see her smiling face, her wavy sweet smelling hair, her beautiful eyes that held memories of all the fun filled summers in Neverland. She loved Peter, but he was now Petra. "No!" She ran after her. Stumbling through the crowd, searching with bleary eyes and frantic hands. Her legs pumping, searching. Taking her to every corner, looking for her.
She bumped into two children, but she didn't care. She didn't stop to ask if they were okay. She had to find Petra. It was consuming her like a disease.
"Wendy?" John whispered. He looked at Michael next to him. "That was Wendy."
"Who was she chasing? We're here." Michael asked.
John shrugged. "I don't know. Let's find out." They ran after Wendy through the crowd.
Wendy's eyes cleared and she saw Petra. "Don't go!" Her arms held out desperately in front of her, running into Petra's arms. "Don't leave me!"
"Wendy, what?" Petra asked, shocked.
"I don't want you to leave." Wendy whispered.
Petra sighed and returned Wendy's embrace. "You know, I can't stay here if you don't love me. It'll hurt too much." Wendy shook her head. "Do you want me in constant pain? Seeing you with someone else when it should be me. I can't stand that. I can hardly bring myself to think about the future without you." Tears starting to form in Petra's eyes. "I can't live without you with me. Don't make me. Please. I don't want to hurt anymore." She shook her head. "I can't pretend anymore. I want to grow up with you Wendy. If I have to grow up, I would grow up with you." Petra sobbed.
Wendy sobbed, "Petra if I said I loved you, would you stay with me? Would you grow up with me?"
Petra looked at Wendy, though her face was tear-streaked, her words were sincere. Petra choked out a laugh, "Wendy, I love you too."
They both smiled, and were about to kiss when --
"Wendy!" John and Michael screamed. "What are you two doing?"
Everyone near them turned to look at the two girls crying in each others arms, ready to kiss.
Petra and Wendy blushed. Wendy yelled, "So what? I love her!" Petra gasped, and everyone around them shrugged and went about their business. One girl lingered and winked at them, another one gave them a thumbs up. Wendy was shocked. Her friends were much more critical about the whole gay thing, and these people didn't care in the least. Some even encouraged her. Maybe being gay wasn't so bad after all.
Then, her thoughts returned to John and Michael. They were still staring at them with their eyes as wide as saucers and mouths hanging.
Wendy began to walk toward them, arms outstretched about to say some comforting words, when she heard a muffled scream behind her. She turned quickly and saw Petra kicking in the air, and a strange man with a cloth over her mouth picking her up, and taking her away into a tent. "Petra!" She called and ran after them.
John and Michael gasped and ran after Wendy, only to be grabbed by two other men.
Wendy ran into the circus tent and squinted, it was pitch black in there. She heard chuckling all around her, then a voice. "Welcome to my circus. I am Ravello!" Lights turned on all at once and blinded Wendy for a second. As her eyes adjusted she saw five lions circling her. She gulped.
Keeping one eye on two lions at a time, she searched for any sign of Petra, but she couldn't find her.
"Don't mind my pets. They won't hurt you so long as you don't panic. Though from the looks of it, you already are." Again a loud chuckling filled the tent.
"Where are you? Show your self!" Wendy demanded, attempting to keep her voice from trembling.
A man in a long red coat walked out from the shadows. "Hello, Wendy Darling."
"Who are you? I think I know you."
He nodded, his black curls full. "I am Captain James Hook! But I know who you really are."
"I am Wendy Darling." And for some strange reason, she couldn't remember how, but this man scared the life out of her.
"You aren't Wendy Darling. Well, you are, but not Peter's Wendy." He began to explain. "You are the great-great-grand daughter of Peter's Wendy. She died many years ago. You, look exactly like her, sound exactly like her, act almost like her, and you for some reason have her memories of Neverland."
Suddenly, memories of being tied to a mast, with his snarling face in front of hers asking where Peter Pan's secret hide away was. She screamed, "I was in Neverland!"
He shook his head. "No dear. You were never near it."
"Yes, I remember everything! John and Michael were there too!" She contradicted.
Again, he shook his head. "No. Why is it that only you are scared of the toaster screeching? Because you are the only one who ever knew how my hook sounds against metal." He scraped his hook against a metal board. The familiar screech that erupted from the toaster made her jump. "Why is it, that you are the only one who remembers?"
"Because those memories are precious to me!" Wendy sobbed, realizing the truth of his words.
"You were never in Neverland." Hook's menacing voice said again. Wendy sobbed and fell to her knees. "Yes, you know now. Peter doesn't really love you, he loves the memory of Wendy that lives on in you."
"What about the Lost Boys! I give them food every week! They came from Neverland!"
He shook his head again, "Those are cats. You let your imagination run away with you too much. It's time to face the hard reality. Today, the boy - I mean girl that you have grown to love so much is going to die. Along with all your so called, 'precious' memories of Neverland."
Hook waved his hands elegantly, "Now for my first and final act: PAN'S FINALE!"
One pirate brought out a huge tank connected to a crane. It was lowered into the tent, the sky peeking through the hole. Wendy gasped out a sob. There was the giant crocodile that had haunted Hook for so many years.
Out of the corner of Wendy's eye, she saw Hook gesturing to another pirate above the tank. He had Petra tied to a chain, and was slowly lowering her to her death. She stood up and wiped her eyes, she was going to save her.
"Wendy." Michael whimpered. She turned behind her to face John and Michael's frantic faces as they were held in front of the lions. She was wondering where they had went. (the lions.)
Hook snarled, "Don't do anything stupid, Wendy."
Her eyes dashed from her brothers to Petra, then back to her brothers, then back to Petra. She faced her brothers with a sad longing look, she couldn't let them die either.
John winked at her, and indicated with his eyes to save Petra. Wendy couldn't understand completely, but she ran toward the ladder leading up to the pirate lowering Petra.
"No!" Hook yelled. "Hurry up! Or else you'll be going in the tank too!"
The pirate looked down at Wendy, climbing up the ladder, and began to lower Petra more faster. There was a grunt from the other pirates as they fell to the floor, where they were torn apart by the lions. John and Michael high - fived each other and grinned.
"Wendy! I kicked him in his baby-maker!" Michael squealed, delighted with himself.
"I kicked his pride and joy!" John called. They both looked at each other and laughed.
Wendy couldn't help laughing herself, but quickly shook her head and climbed the ladder ever quicker.
John picked up an empty glass vial on the ground where one of the pirates dropped it when he fell. It read, "Ever-So-Much-More-So. Makes the user Ever-So-Much-More-So." What does this do? John wondered, trying to think and make sense of the more so riddle. He saw Wendy climbing up the ladder, and he saw Petra gliding down the chain, she was going to die. Wendy wasn't going to make it in time. Even though Wendy was going very fast. Ever-So-Much-More-So-Faster! John jumped down from the ledge and ran toward the ladder where Wendy was climbing. I hope it's not empty, he thought. "Wendy! I make you Ever-So-Much-More-So-Faster!" He yelled, opening the vial.
It wasn't empty, it was full, but when John opened it all the Ever-So-Much-More-So flew out and encircled Wendy in it. She breathed in the sweet smells, and suddenly felt her limbs climbing faster up the ladder. She was soon at the top of the ladder, and kicked the pirate off. Grabbing the chain holding Petra, she started pulling her back up. It was all over as quickly as it all started. And again, as usual Hook was gone.
Wendy and John unchained Petra, but she wasn't awake.
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Author's note: Ever-So-Much-More-So was thought up by my father. I actually have a bottle of some.
And the thought of Wendy being a reincarnate was made by kasmira36. She has helped me a lot through this story, thank you! (Eh, but don't worry it's not anywhere near finished. I think. . .)