Warning: Blood, gore, torture and Peter Pan being a little shit.
"No, please! Felix please," Tinkerbell begged as she was pulled through the undergrowth by the twins, Felix walked languidly behind them.
She hadn't been hard to find. She had been harder to capture. But definitely not impossible.
Felix knew she was guilty because he hadn't said a word the whole trip and she was still protesting her innocence and begging not to be taken to Peter.
She knew Peter Pan was not to be trifled with.
Felix swallowed when he thought about the consequences of her actions. It would incredibly difficult to return the prisoner to his rightful place, if not harder than it had been to put him there is the first place. Therefore, her punishment would be equally as brutal.
And Pan wouldn't do it himself, oh god no, it would be left down to Felix or one of the other Lost Boys. Pan didn't like to get his hands dirty. He was well known for leaving the brute work to his subordinates, but wasn't everyone? As Felix watched the twins drag Tinkerbell along by her hair he admitted that he too was guilty of that.
"Wait here," He said to the twins just before they entered the camp.
Felix moved in to find Pan sat with Anna. She had turned away from him, as usual, and he had that terribly stern look on his face, like a scolding parent. Felix chuckled lowly.
He held his position until Pan spotted him and beckoned him closer.
"Do you have her?" He asked.
"Have who?" Anna asked nervously from the background but Pan ignored her, raising an eyebrow as he waited for the answer.
"She's here," Felix confirmed and Pan laughed.
"Excellent," He grinned at Felix, "Bring her in,"
Felix let his eyes drift down to Anna, she stared around, wide eyed at the two boys. Expectant and young.
"Pan," Felix said slowly, inclining his head towards Anna.
For a second, Pan simply looked at Felix, then his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked down at the girl.
"Anna, I'm about to show you what happens to the people who betray me,"
It was clear from Anna's reaction that she assumed it was her who would be punished, she switched between Felix and Pan, terror raging behind her tranquil eyes.
Pan nodded at Felix who made some kind of strange bird call with his fist closed around his mouth.
The twins entered the camp, dragging a girl behind them. Each held fast on an arm as she struggled and bucked wildly. Her short green dress was torn and muddied, her hair was wild and buzzed around her frightened features and sprouting from her back was a pair of magnificent, white, wings.
Anna almost fainted at the sight of the fairy, she barely noticed Pan as he rose from her seat and began a speech. It shouldn't have shocked her as much as it did, she was on Neverland after all/
"You see, Tinkerbell here came to my island all alone. An unloved, unwelcome, fairy," He turned to her, she was laid on her back, the boys still holding her arms, and looking at Pan upside down, "I rectified that, I told her she could share my island and live on it freely. So long as her business never interfered with mine,"
Pan crouched into front of her, looming over the girl whose upside down vision transformed Pan's frown into a smile. But Pan was far from smiling.
"But Tink's been a very bad girl," Pan hissed, watching with glee as her warm complexion drained to freezing, "And bad girl's need to be punished,"
Pan stood and turned back to Anna who was staring on in horror.
She was no stranger to Pan's dark side, or his punishments, she had been present when he had murdered men for her. From muggers to rapists, even a couple men who had hit on her. They had all died screaming.
Anna felt guilt pool inside her stomach, she had let those people die. And it had been okay because they had been trying to hurt her...hadn't it?
"Don't you agree?" Pan asked, a sneaking smile on his face.
Anna opened her mouth as if to talk but could only manage strained vowels.
"I-I-I," Her brow furrowed and then smoothed out and then furrowed once again, her head shook slightly in disbelief, "I mean, what did she do?"
Anna avoided the girl's eye, she knew it wasn't a good answer but she also knew there was no way for her to save this situation. She hadn't been able to save anyone in the past.
Pan turned back towards Tinkerbell, pacing slowly in front of her, taunting her.
"Does it matter?" He asked, "Bottom line is, she betrayed me. And I can't let that go unnoticed."
Pan crouched down, watching a tear escape her eye and drift down towards her forehead.
"I've killed for less,"
Anna wondered why she wasn't doing more. Was it because she was in shock from the sight of a fairy? Was it because she had been conditioned to believe Pan was keeping her safe, that he only killed the bad guys? Was it because she simply didn't know what to do? Or was it even because she was a slight sadist herself...? She had practically been raised by Pan.
Pan turned and returned to his seat on the fallen log next to the frozen girl. He swung an arm around her and she barely moved, too focused on what was about to unfold before her.
"On her front," Pan growled in that grating take on his British accent that made him sound like a mob boss.
The twins, still donning badger masks, each grabbed an arm and rolled the girl onto her stomach. Briefly, they let go and Tinkerbell rose up onto all four in a desperate attempt for salvation.
She wasn't fast enough.
The boys both grabbed her arms again to stop her frantic attempts, one raised a leather soled boot and brought it down on her shoulder, sending her flying to the floor.
"We're going to play a game," Pan whispered in Anna's ear and she gasped sharply at the words, her eyes already starting to dry out and form tears, "It's called Excalibur,"
Pan chuckled at his own creativity and kept a tight hold on Anna, giving her quick looks to make sure she was watching.
"No!" Tinkerbell screamed out, her voice breaking part way through her desperate cry, instead of shattering glass it made Anna's eyes close, not that it would block out the sound at all.
"Watch," Pan whispered urgently as if she were about to miss a solar eclipse.
There was something in his voice that made her comply, despite the sharp cries of pain coming from Tink. Although when she did open them, as much as she wanted to, she found she couldn't close them again.
One of the badger twins was sat astride Tinkerbell and Anna saw why she was making that ungodly wailing sound.
He had gripped one of her delicate wings in both his hands, the fibers were crushed and wrinkled like paper but the structure of it seemed to be made of fine bone and Anna could see the broken parts as they jutted out at odd angles. They had cut the boy's hands but he didn't seem to care as he clung on to the stronger parts of her wing and ripped them upwards, a sick look of glee twisted into his mouth.
Anna tried to liken the wing to one of her body parts but couldn't make the comparison, she imagined it would be like someone ripping out her tongue and she shuddered to think how many nerve endings were in the thin skin of Tink's wings.
The boy yanked harder and Tink's screeching got higher in pitch as she writhed in pain under him. He was trying to wrench the entire wing from her back but was having trouble separating it from the pale skin that was connected to it. It stretched up as the wing was raised, like wax it molded to the wing, getting thinner the higher the wing was pulled up.
"Stop!" Anna screamed as she found her voice, watching Tinkerbell's back arch in pain as the boy gripped harder, the whites of his knuckles showing, crushing more of the sheer substance and the intricate veins dotted around it. He snapped more of the fragile, ivory bone, puncturing even more of the gauze of her wings.
Tinkerbell's voice had long been lost from the pain but her face was screwed up as if she was bathing in acid., her mouth mutated into a sick grimace.
Anna saw, as the boy pulled the wing back again, the blue veins under the skin of her back as they stretched through to the wing. They were literally pulling off her appendages, like an arm of a leg.
"Stop, she'll die!" Anna cried, looking to Pan. He was watching somberly, his stoic face gave nothing away, his eyes darkened.
"Felix, end this," Pan commanded and Felix obliged, the young twin stepping down when he saw Felix was to take his place.
As Felix placed his boot on Tinkerbell's back, between her shoulder blades, Anna darted foreward.
The girl skidded to her knees in front of Tinkerbell, sweat poured down her face, her eyes stared up pleadingly at Anna, strands of hair plastered to her forehead. Exhausted, she reached out, wearily and Anna took her hand.
Felix grabbed hold of the crushed wing and blocked out the screams he was inflicting, he looked up to see if Pan wanted anything done about Anna but the boy just reclined and nodded.
Felix ripped the wing backwards.
"No!" Anna cried out, falling forward in a desperate attempt to stop Felix.
Tinkerbell erupted, her head flying backwards and a hoarse, demonic, scream reverberated around the camp as the wing was torn from her back.
It did not come cleanly, the veins and tendons in her back snapped with an audible twang, leaving a trail of sinewy skin and muscle still clinging to the protuberance Felix was now holding in his hand. The gaping hole that was left behind pulsated blood and Tinkerbell's screams became increasingly drowsy as it spurted down her back in constant flow. Felix still held the wing in his hands, tiny droplets of blood fell from the dangling mess of slick string that had once fixed the wing to her muscle.
His face was still apathetic, although his hands were covered in blood, red dots stained his cheeks, brow and lips.
There was copper in his mouth, thick and clotted. The taste of death.
Tinkerbell fell away, still breathing, but unable to fight the fading of her life.
Anna just stared at Felix, her face also covered with crimson flecks from the burst of blood. She was still holding Tinkerbell's now cold and clammy hand, lifeless in Anna's steel grip.
Felix threw the wing down, it landed with a wet and heavy thud on the ground and began to create it's own pool of scarlet. He moved silently to the other wing and in one fluid motion, ripped it free from Tink's back and threw it down with the other one.
Tink's body jerked once and then was still, judging from the blood loss and wounds in her back, not to mention Pan's will, Anna was sure she would be still forever.
Anna let the hand slide from her own and hit the floor with the finality only a corpse can have. Felix stepped down from the dead fairy's back and Anna felt his cold shadow over her.
She flinched when she felt hands on her shoulders but did not move. She kept her head bowed.
"That's what happens when people betray me," Pan gave her shoulders a sweet squeeze, "Don't betray me,"
Then he stood and Anna watched by their shadows as Felix's hand was raised high above his head and the boy's began to cheer and dance.
"Looks like Felix is our King Arthur!"
Let me know what you think in the reviews, was this a little too dark for some of you?
Sorry about that if it was, as far as I know that's probably as gory as it will get. (probably)
Also beware because I'm not above killing characters mwahaha.
Pray for them.
Pray for their safety.
*Laughs manically*