"It's okay... I'm not going to hurt you," Wendy said quietly as she heard Pan laugh. She glanced up and saw him running along the far wall, elbowing two pirates in the face viciously as he passed them. "You said your name's Wren?" she asked. His gaze softened slightly, but he still strained to get away from her. "No, shh, shh.. I'm not going to hurt you. Why would you think I'd hurt you?"
"Y-ye...." he stuttered, trying to get words out through a slack jaw. Pan's sword had cut deep, damaging the pirate's spinal cord greatly. "You're a k-kid..."
"I'm a kid?" asked Wendy quietly. She cocked her head to the side, not comprehending what he was saying. His head shook, and he scrunched his shoulders in discomfort. He let out a groan as a fresh wave of pain stabbed at his brain.
"A-a-all kids...kill m-men and w-women...." he stuttered. Wendy looked at him with wide eyes, taking in what he'd just said. She glanced up quickly, then returned her gaze for a longer look. Pan was jumping, kicking the pirates that surrounded him, sending teeth flying and bending noses. He landed gracefully and ducked, running his sword in a fast circle, cutting the pirates' legs to the bone. They let out howls of pain and collapsed to the deck. "I h-have a wife-- c-c-can't let th' kids k-kill 'er," Wren said quietly, still stuttering. His face contorted in pain at his exertion.
Pan did a little dance, flipping his sword from one hand to the other as he jabbed the bleeding pirates in their throats. His green coat was stained with tacky strings and dots of blood. Chunks of bloody meat clung to the silver of his sword. He had a wide smile on his face, a look of pleasure and excitement clear on his face.
"Oh my God," muttered Wendy to herself, "you men don't know anything but fear for kids." Wendy looked around, searching for any pirates that might be waiting to spring out at her. They were all focused on Pan. She looked deep into Wren's eyes. "Listen, Mr. Wren, not all kids are bad. Pan isn't bad, he's only fighting for his home against Hook. Don't you understand that?"
Pan let his shoulder take the brunt of a swung wooden chair. He moved quickly through the pieces of wood falling around him. He ran his sword straight into the pirate who'd just attacked him.
"B-b-buhh.... The Cap-- the Cap'n says this is o-our home," said Wren quietly. His eyes were glazing over, his breath slowing down. He was going into shock.
"You're going to live through this, Wren, and you're going to get better. You're going to tell Hook to stay to his own land, and leave everyone else to their own land, right?" said Wendy quietly, making more of a statement than a request. Wren gave her a shuddering nod. She smiled at him, looking him deep in the eyes. "We're not all killers," she said. He gave her a small smile.
Her smile disappeared as a string of blood splashed across her face. She looked up, and saw Pan lifting a skinny pirate off the ground with his sword, twisting the blade around inside the screaming man. Pan spun around, withdrawing his blade. As he finished his 360 spin, he decapitated the defenceless pirate. The body sank to its knees and fell to the deck. Pan looked over his shoulder and saw more pirates rushing at him, each with their own sharp weapon. Pan skipped forward, grabbing the freshly disembodied head and throwing it at the pirates. They let out a groan of disgust, parting as the head sailed past them. By the time they'd turned back to their target, Pan was already bringing his sword down. A silver streak marked the air as his blade burried itself in the centre pirate's head, blood flowing freely. Pan pulled back and lunged with his sword, digging the point into the left pirate's hip. The scrawny man screamed in agony and collapsed to the deck, rolled in a ball. The third pirate turned around and attempted an escape, but Pan kicked off the deck and sailed over the pirate in a crouch. He jabbed his sword behind him as he landed infront of the pirate, taking out a section of the hapless man's neck. He let out a gurgle and fell to the mess hall deck dead.
Wendy gagged at the sight of the bloody carnage Pan was inflicting upon the pirates. She looked back down to Wren. She saw blood on his cheek, and she moved forward, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Wren??" she blurted, afraid he might be dead. He let out a sharp howl, and she eased off. She then saw the floor underneath him. The entire mess hall had a thin layer of blood flooding the wooden planks. Each step the pirates took to or from Pan was marked with a little crimson splash. Pan wasn't letting anyone go, though, and each unfortunate pirate he ran into ended up adding to the flow of red on the deck.
Pan backed away from two large pirates, each carrying an axe. He did a backflip onto an unbroken table, and kicked the dishes at the pirates. The grunted and cursed as the metal and porcelain hit their arms. Pan did another backflip, this time using the end of the table as a springboard for a long flying crouch between the two. He stabbed the one on his left in the head as he passed by, and then the one on his right in the upper back as he landed. The bodies both slumped forward, one of them banging its head off the table.
Pan was totally covered in blood now. His coat had turned a sickening shade of brown under the tacky blood that stained him. His once brilliantly shining sword was now a worn weapon of destruction, slick with blood and meat. His boots were filthy with dirty blood, food, and bits of people. Even his hair was slick and matted with layers upon layers of splattered and splashed blood. He stopped in his tracks, and smiled at Wendy.
"You monster," she said, under her breath.
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