"Wmmmmm-dhhhhhhh...." called out a voice from the blackness. Wendy shook her head and slowly pried her eyes open. "Wehhhhn-deeeeee," called the voice again.
Wendy groaned, her vision slowly unblurring. She slowly lifted her head, and looked around. They were in another room. A storage room in the hull of the ship. Big burlap bags lay piled around her, filled with grain or minerals or who-knew-what.
"Wendy?" asked the voice, totally clear this time. She slowly turned her head around, staring with slightly glazed eyes. John was looking at her, his brow furrowed with concern. "How're you feelin'?"
"I feel like I got beat on by a squad of friggin' bobbies," groaned Wendy, shaking her head in an attempt to clear the fog that wrapped around her brain. "What happened?"
"Cap'n Crunch bashed you in the face with his hook and knocked you out. We got taken to a storage room to cool our heels," he responded. She nodded, and looked around. Apart from the bags, the wooden-plank room was empty, barren except for one lone circular window on the left side of the room and the large wooden door.
"Jesus, for a one handed poof, he sure can swing one," groaned Wendy, shaking her head again. "How's Michael? How's his cheek??"
"He's fine, he's fine... 's like he's off in another world," sighed John, "hasn't made a peep."
"Ohh, I don' know whether that's good or bad... he was doing so much better when we got here... now it's like he's totally removed. Maybe that's a good thing under the circumstances, but I dunno if it'll last... or worse yet, if it does, and he never comes out of it..." said Wendy disjointedly, her words slipping from her lips in a murmured jumble. John looked at her hard, and squinted one eye.
"You okay, Wendy?" he asked slowly, quietly.
"All this," she said in a whisper, "all of this shite that's happened in the past few days... it's catching up to me, I think..." She shook her head.
John opened his mouth to try and reasure her that everything would be fine, when a hint of motion caught the corner of his eye. He spun his head around, looking around the room for whatever had moved.
Nothing. The only differance in the room from the past five minutes was the light from the small circular window had moved maybe an inch to the right. "Phht," he muttered to himself, "I'm jumpin' at m'own shadow here."
"Do..." Wendy started, and hesitated. "Do you think Pan and the Lost Boys will come for us?" She shook her head to herself, "what happens when they do, and Hook's lot of Treasure Island rejects are waiting for them?"
"What's worse, though... them coming and duking it out with those goons, or them not coming at all?" asked John back. Wendy pursed her lips.
"Jesus...... what's gonna come of us? This whole--" Wendy said, but was interupted by the large oak door swinging open slowly. She twisted her head to see around the door to get a peak at who'd be coming in. She gasped, "oh my God.... Sirus!"
A Navajo boy, roughly 18 or 19, walked through the door, carrying a small tray in his hands. He had auburn eyes, and long black hair. A small white scar lied above his right eye. He was looking at the tied-up Hildereds with minimal interest and a faint trace of sympathy.
"Sirus... Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead...! Quick, untie--" said Wendy hurriedly, a lump forming in her throat. She gave him a broad smile, tears starting to brim her eyes. He looked her in the face, then spoke.
"Shaddap."
Wendy stopped talking immediately, a dumbstruck look on her face. She looked quickly to John, then back at the boy.
"Sirus..." she started, in a near whisper.
"Eatin' time. Got some fish an' some bread for ya. Eat it while it's hot, cause I'm not puttin' it over the fire again," he snapped. He set the tray down, and then shook his head, laughing to himself. "What'm I talking about... you three stay tied. Cap'ns orders."
"Blimey....what the hell's wrong wit'choo!?! You got amnesia or something, Sirus? Get us out of these fucking ropes!!!" barked John. Any bit of sympathy the boy had for them disappeared as a look of anger grew upon his face.
"Sirus...?" he asked quietly, and shook his head. He moved forward and kicked John in the stomach. John doubled over and gasped. "Don't talk to me about that goddamn fool!! Him and his band of savages and his *master* Pan.... bunch of fucking idiots!" growled the Sirus doppleganger.
"Who are you?" asked Wendy, her brow furrowed and her eyes obviously betraying her confusion.
"Billy Jukes, at yer service if you don't ask no more stupid questions. You two think I'm Sirus...? Hahah, a-heh... sorry, pretty girl, but no such luck. Only things I have in common with that Pendejo is the good looks.... runs in the family," he chuckled.
"Family...?" asked Wendy, nearly whispering.
"Are you really that stupid, pretty girl?" asked the Billy Jukes, laughing. "The Captain WAS right about you all... bunch a' fools." He shook his head, his long hair swaying behind him. "Well, you act like fools then you'll get treated the part," he chuckled as he set down the tray. Chunks of three sunfish and a loaf of bread sat on the plate, steam faintly rising up from it. "Go 'head. Eat up, and no using your hands... wouldn't be fit to have a fool eat like normal." He laughed, and turn around to leave.
"So you're just gonna leave us here to eat face first and rot our bollocks off while you play pirate with Hook's goons?" asked John, hate deep in his voice.
"Hey, s'worked for four years," shrugged Billy Jukes. He waved a half-humoured, half-contemtuous wave, and left them. The oak door swung shut.
Silence filled the room as Michael stared out towards the window, John huffed and pouted in his anger, and Wendy searched for the words to match her feelings.
"SON OF A BITCH!!!" she hollered after him. He probably didn't hear her, but she needed to vent. *'Four years ago', that's what he'd said. And Sirus had said he lost his brother to Hook four years ago. Jesus Christ ... twins, they're twins...!* she thought. "Goddammit," she sighed. The hope and the relief she'd felt when she saw the familiar face of Sirus coming through that door turned to despair. All was quiet in the storage room.
"Umm," muttered John, leaning over and trying to bite at the food Billy
Jukes had left them, "you got any ideas? I'm hungry..."
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"God, that tastes bloody disgusting," groaned John, his face smeared with juices and scales from the half eaten sunfish pieces. Wendy had tried some, but found the bent-over position added a headache to the list of uncomforts she already felt.
"Michael? You want some fish, luv?" asked Wendy. Michael was staring a pile of bags in the corner of the storage room. "Michael?? Come on, luv, you gotta eat..."
Michael drew his gaze back to Wendy. His eyes were wide and slightly glazed over, like he was in some kind of trance. He slowly blinked and then returned to stare to the bags. Wendy sighed, and looked back to John. "How're you making out with that fish?"
"G'aauugh....! Crickey an' shite, it's fucking horrible...." he replied, shaking his head to try and get the scales off his face. "Why did God create such a bad tasting creature, why!?" he groaned. Wendy gave him a half-hearted smile, and looked back to Michael. "C'mon...not even a chuckle? I'm suffering for levity's sake here, sis...!"
"Sorry," muttered Wendy distractedly.
"Did you actually taste this!? You stick ya face in this fish and then give me your half-assed 'sorry', I DARE ya!!" he barked, half laughing. He suddenly straightened right up, his eyes locking on the door.
"What is it?" whispered Wendy. John squinted, and leaned towards his sister.
"I thought I heard steps," he whispered back.
"So? These pirates stomp around like bloody elephants," she muttered.
"Yeah. So why would someone be tryin' to move quietly?" he replied. The door shook once, letting out a small noise. A whispered curse was heard on the other side, and the door slowly, quietly opened. A big man with the face of a boy and an IQ to match looked around the corner of the door. He gave Wendy a small grin. Wendy countered his grin with a puzzled look. He was a tall man, six' 7" if he was an inch, and all muscle. He was dressed in simple, plain colored work clothes. A small cap rested on top of his head, adding to his boyish appearance.
He slowly tiptoed into the storage room, closing the door slowly so as not to make any excess noise. He carefully made his way to the center of the room where the Hildereds were tied, watching out for planks in the floor that would make any creaking noises.
"Yo, bloke...you here to help us?" asked John in a whisper.
The big man put a finger to his lips, "shh. Some'un will hear yuh." He moved forward quickly and silently, and knealt down at Wendy's feet, twisting and undoing the ropes that bound her legs.
"Oh, thank God... quick, get us out of here!" she whispered to him. He looked back up at her and put his finger to his lips again. She nodded and smiled at him. *Finally, some goddamn luck!*
When finished undoing the ropes at her foot, he slowly set them to the side of her legs. He then tilted himself backwards and started to undo his belt.
"Whu-- what are you doing?" asked Wendy in quiet tones. He put his finger to his lips again, shushing her, and gave her a devious smile. Wendy's eyebrows lifted, and her smile disappeared quickly. "You sick fu--!!" The man reached across her body and wrapped his hand around her mouth, quieting her. He let out a low, oafish giggle, and undid his pants.
"Get the fuck away from my sister, you sick stupid git!!! Untie me, why don'cha!? I'll fuck you up!!!" snapped John. The man flashed a glare towards John, a look of faint interest apparent. "Oh, fuck me... don't untie me, don't untie me....!" he yelped quickly. His anger returned, and he started twisting and flailing his tied legs trying to kick the man. "Jesus Christ, you bugger freak, get away from my sister!"
The man snapped his arm out and punched John in the face. John groaned as his head snapped back, and the man punched him again in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Huh-huh-heheh-huh, we're gon' have some fun..." he muttered to himself, trying to pull at Wendy's pants with one hand as he held her mouth shut with the other. She squirmed and tried to kick at him, but he was stronger; he was slowly getting her pants down over her hips, despite all her efforts against.
Michael let out an angry sounding moan, "geehhh..... leee mahh sis! Wehh-deee!!!" If looks could kill, the glare Michael gave the big man would have reduced him to a pile of ashes. Suddenly, Michael's head whipped around to his previous point of interest, the pile of bags in the corner of the room. "Geehhh hiiihhh...."
'shore'n i will, lad'
Tinkerbell's glow cast a line of light across the room as she flew at an incredible speed towards the perverted pirate. He barely had time to let out a gasp before she flew her small, sharp form right through his skull. Blood splattered on the wall behind him, and his limp body hung in the air a moment before it fell back, hitting the deck with a thud.
"Jesus Christ!!!" yelped Wendy as a few flecks of blood dotted her face. She squirmed away from the dead body, gasping at the sight of the gaping, bloody hole in his face. Tinkerbell circled twice in the air, spinning the blood off her small naked form.
'yeeeech.... tha's the part i always hate. shite, i'm gonna smell like that dumbarse's insides all week' groaned Tinkerbell as she slowly fluttered over to Wendy, who was shaking slightly. 'yer okay, lass. that one sure won't be droppin' his pans any day soon' she said, flashing her needle-teeth filled smile at Wendy.
"Bloody hell..... that was frickin' awesome! Shoom, splat!! Right through that bloke's head! Haw haw hah!" laughed John, kicking the body with his legs as he wriggled and twisted closer to his sister. "C'mon then, Tink, untie us and lets get the hell out of here!"
"That was you that Michael saw, when the window light shifted..." muttered Wendy, a small smile creeping on her face.
'aye, but don't get the idea that i like you any...' Tinkerbell laughed. 'Pan's got a plan...but you three gotta stay put. Hook's gotta think his plan is runnin' smooth as silverfish'
"What?! You're not getting us out of here!?!" said John, his disappointment and annoyance obvious in his voice. "Then why're you here!?"
'lookin' out for ye, in case one o' these kinds of pillocks decides he's got half an idea in his head...'
"Well that's all well and good, but it doesn't really give us shit to go with now does--" started John, but he was cut off by Wendy.
"When's Pan's plan going down?" she asked, cold and calculated.
'soon as the sun starts to sink to the sea, me mates. soon as the sun
starts to sink...'
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