The pain kept becoming more and more unbearable. Smee stood there unsure what to do as every time he came to the captain's side he'd push him away. He had already removed his hook so that all was seen was the empty right hand. The right hand that the youthful Peter Pan cut off and threw to the crocodile that had followed him until he disposed of it not too long ago.
"What is going on!?" He said through gritted teeth and grasping it with his one and only free hand as if to stop the pain, but it only got worse. He knocked several things off his desk as he slid across it. The room was a mess due to him trying to stop or at least ease the pain. Nothing was working. Was this another childish trick of Pan's? Impossible. The boy never had power like that. All he was able to do was fly and stay youthful. Though that seemed to be fine now. Now that he was an adult.
Hook hit his head in his desk with eyes tightly shut. Hoping the pain would go. After what felt like an eternity it stopped. Completely stopped. He slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes. At first he saw an amused looking Smee.
"What?" He said annoyed. Smee's gaze was on his right hand. Hook looked in that direction and no words could describe what he saw.
Instead of looking at an empty wrist there was a hand. Not just any hand, but the hand he had lost so long ago. How was it even possible? He used his left hand to swing across it thinking it was a more illusion but instead it hit it and he could feel it.
"Smee...Smee what is this?" He knew it was a hand but how did he gain one? "How is it that my hand has returned?" He walked admiring it.
"I don't know captain." Smee replied. He was just as shocked to see it.
Hook was so busy admiring the hand that he didn't realise that the memory of Peter Pan ever cutting off his hand was fading from his mind.
As an act of mere defence Peter held his sword between Hook who was about to cut him through. But instead of Peter getting any cut he felt the blade of his sword wobble and he heard a scream of pain. Looking up he saw a bloody wrist with a missing hand. Using that to his advantage the boy smirked and grabbed the hand on the ground. He ten flew in the air in front of the captain.
"Give it here!" He ordered.
"Come and get it." He challenged.
Despite the pain Hook tried to lunge at the boy but he was too far from his reach.
"What's wrong can't catch me?" He teased. Suddenly a crocodile rose from the water and tried to grab the boy with his teeth. Peter flew up higher, his feet missing its sharp teeth by centimetres. The sudden appearance shocked him that he dropped Hook's hand and it fell straight into the crocodile's mouth.
The beast appeared to have enjoyed it. Hook watched in horror as his hand was devoured. The crocodile then saw the captain and tried to go for him icking for the rest of him.
Through all the commotion of avoiding the crocodile, Peter escaped.
Just moments ago he was remembering the memory, but now he couldn't even remember it. Just erased from his memories. Yes he had many adventures and soon forgot, but certain memories remained. Was Neverland beginning to take his toll on him? Making him forget once more? Lately that seemed to be the case. He was forgetting things. Important things. Such as his battles with Hook. He hoped he wouldn't forget Wendy. He promised he never would. He would never forget her.
Even though his memories of Wendy still remained, Wendy's memories of Peter were fading to nothing. She had already forgotten sewing his shadow, and now she couldn't even remember the battle at the Black Castle. Why was she forgetting? She feared soon she would not even remember Peter. No! She could never forget him. She tried as hard as she could to remember but failed. It was hopeless.
"Please don't make me forget." She pleaded in her whispers. "Please."
Peter could hear Wendy mumbling and he walked over to her. "Wendy? Is something wrong?" He asked worriedly. Wendy cried onto his shoulder. "I'm forgetting Peter. Forgetting about us. I'm scared. I don't want to forget you."
It was affecting her too. Her memories of Neverland. But she spent most of her time with him when she last came here, so the memories that were being taken were her memories of him. He then realised soon he would start forgetting her. He would've wrapped his arms around her but was unable to due to them being tied. "It's ok Wendy. We'll get through this." He said soothingly, but like before he wasn't sure if they would. All he could do was use words to comfort her, but a word meant nothing unless you truly meant it and he didn't as he was unsure.
All except Duke began looking for Peter and Wendy. It was becoming nightfall and the children grew worried.
"It's a shame isn't it. I was looking rather forward to hear one of Miss Wendy's stories." Said Pipsqueak. He tried to lighten the mood, for Matthew especially.
"Yes. Tis a shame." Twigs appeared hanging from a branch on one of the trees.
"I'm sure we'll find them." Jane said with a positive attitude. "It's not like them to abandon us." They would never do that.
Suddenly they heard a thud and saw Twigs in the ground. "Ow." He groaned and for up confused. Where did the tree go? The tree he had been on had just vanished. As if it was never there in first place. "What the?"
"What happen?" Asked Noodle.
"The tree? It just...vanished." Twigs replied still not removing his eyes from the spot.
"Vanished? That's logically impossible. Even in Neverland." Noodle said.
"Then explain how it vanished?"
"You probably lost the tree seeing the forest is full of them. Any if them could be the one you were hanging from."
Twigs shook his head. "First of all I know every tree like the back on my hand and second I never fall of a tree and this one disappeared."
It was true Twigs knew his trees and if what he said was true then something was up.
"Do you think that's what happened to Peter and Wendy? They disappeared too?" Asked Pipsqueak.
"Don't say that!" Jane said alarmed. The last thing they needed was Matthew to become upset again. But he had already heard it and feared the worst.
Although young Matthew had nothing to fear as although they were being held captive, both his parents were still alive and unharmed. But what was to fear was that as soon as they forgot Neverland, their memories of Jane and Matthew would be erased. It was worst than death I'd say. For a mother and a father to forget the joys they bought into their world and no one was there to comfort them as the ones who usually would will not remember.
Peter and Wendy tried to hold on to these precious memories. They knew they were forgetting and as one memory disappeared they feared the next would be of their children or each other.