CHAPTER 29: Stripped
"Wendy, talk to me…are you…still mad?" Peter asked with his hands out., his face pleading.
"Yes Peter…..I haven't forgiven you yet, and I don't think I ever will." Wendy croaked, her voice faltering. "Get out….and don't ever come back…" Wendy said with her back turned and her head low.
Peter's face scrunched up and he started to silently cry, tears streamed down his cheeks and he sniffled like a little boy. He walked backwards to her window and stood on the sill. He looked away into the sun then back at her.
She turned and looked at him. They both stared at each other from across the room, minute after minute passed. Wendy cried uncontrollably at times and at others she just covered her mouth and sobbed. Peter stood at her window and just let the tears flow, his face full of pain but he kept his eyes on her.
They both continued to stare at each other and many moments went by. Wendy's sobbs were audible, and Peters, inaudible but his face was a wreck. The tears on his face glistened from the sunlight and his eyes were so dark they looked black.
Tinkerbell was sitting in a crack in the wall listening and tears fell from her tiny eyes for her beloved Peter. Noticing that there were no more words to be spoken she flew in and landed on Peters shoulder. She dusted him and made him light as a feather, for she knew he couldn't fly.
Dread filled Wendy's heart for she knew that this may be the last time she looked upon Peters face again, and time slowed down..
Peters thickly lashed eyelids closed slowly over his dark eyes as he turned away slowly, the wind caressing tendrils of his hair and with Tinkerbell's assistance; he darted away in a flash, a gust of wind pulled Wendy towards the empty window in their wake. Wendy stumbled as she regained her footing and blinked a few times in shock, she couldent believe how fast they flew.
Wendy stood at the window looking up to the sky but there was no sight of them. She wrapped her arms around herself and wept.
Mary had come into the house and noticed Wendy's bedroom door was open.
"Wendy?" Mary called. "Wendy?" She called again as she jogged up the steps.
Wendy turned towards her door. "Here mother." She answered and Mary walked in the door. "My darling….why are you here? "I mean, not that I'm not ecstatic to see you, but…" Mary stopped as she noticed Wendy's head was hung low as she sat on the window sill.
Mary quickly ran to her and stopped in front of her. "Wendy, what's wrong dear?" Mary asked softly as she lifted Wendy's chin. She brushed Wendy's hair out of her face and behind her ear so she could see her face.
"Why are you crying?" Mary asked but got no answer, Wendy kept her eyes low. "Where's Peter?"
"He's gone back to Neverland."
Mary licked her lips and stood patiently waiting for Wendy to continue.
"We got in an argument and well….you know how stubborn he can get. But I'm sure he will be back….in the mean time, I get to spend time with you." Wendy explained.
Not wanting to pry Mary accepted her excuse and thought nothing out of the ordinary, she knew Peter could be harshly cruel at times.
Wendy figured its best to keep her mind occupied and her body busy, for there was nothing she could do about Peter.
"So, when is the move?" Wendy asked, breaking the silence.
"Move?" Mary asked in a daze.
"To Florida, I found a note that said we were moving, and my room is all boxed up."
"Oh yes dear, your father and I are thinking about selling the mansion, but we are going to buy another in Florida. Our plane leaves tomorrow so we can go house hunting….would you like to come dear?"
"I don't know mother, I have to think about it. How long will you be there?"
"How ever long it takes, maybe three weeks?" Mary answered.
Wendy sighed, she wasn't ready to leave London, what if Peter came back and she wasn't there?
"I'll think about it, but most likely not." Wendy answered.
Mary sighed and straightened out her summer dress. "Ok…well I'm going downstairs Ive got some paperwork to do, if you come down I'll fix you breakfast.
"I'll be there, let me wash up first mother."
Mary walked out of the room and closed the door. Wendy walked over to a box that said "clothes" she pulled the off of it and pulled out some clean undergarments and a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.
She walked over to her bed and plopped down on the mattress and stared off. She pulled off her white halter top and pressed it to her nose. She took in the scent of Neverland and Peter, for it was embedded in the fabric. She ran the shirt over her cheeks nose and lips savoring Peter's scent, for he was all over her at the fair, hugging and kissing her. As she continued to rub the shirt against her face memories rushed in…
(At the fair…)
"I want you to be with me…..forever, and I will be with you forever…and always." Peter said softly, his face serious.
Peter grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently, his eyebrows went up, his face looked more vulnerable than ever. "I can't breathe without you…tell me you feel the same…" Peter breathed.
Wendy laid back on the bed with the shirt resting on her face and her memories took her to her very first time….
"Your so beautiful Wendy….are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, and then started to plant kisses on her neck.
"Yes Peter", she answered looking nervous.
He stopped and then looked her in the eye. "Have you…….done…this before?" He asked
"No…..never." She whispered.
He rested on top of her and began to trace her lips with his finger; he raised his finger and traced the bridge of her nose, then went off and caressed her cheek, his fingers trailed along her jaw line and then over her parted lips once more.
Wendy watched as Peter's green eyes washed over her face, admiring her beauty as they talked. His face was soft and full of love and admiration.
"Never?...So how do you know your ready?" He asked looking her in the eye.
"I want you Peter….. I always have, ever since I met you. I want all of you……a kiss is just not enough." She answered and she began to fidget when she felt him between her legs. She then pulled down his sweat pants to reveal his firm round bum. He kicked off the rest of his pants.
Wendy's memories ended horribly, the images of her in the fruit field with Arizael came to mind…
"At what cost are you willing to bear for your defiance?"…………..
Arizael placed her hands on her hips; a sly smile crept over her face. "And I will make you watch, and you will have to look Peter in his crying face and tell him why they were slain! It will be because of your selfishness!" Arizael spat in a deadly tone.
"Ahh!" Wendy cried out in angst as she jumped out of bed horror filled. She grabbed up her clothes and stormed out of the room and down to the bathroom to take a bath.
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Back in Neverland, at the Indian encampment Peter had thrown a fit…
Everyone else stood as the winds quickly intensified, tents started blowing over etc. Peter paced, his brows turned up as he returned to his crying state.
Chief had a shocked look on his face. "Something is amiss I tell you! I know you two are meant to be, the stars-"
Peter cut him off, looked up into the dark sky, screamed and cried. "I defy your stars!" Peter wailed. "And the strange things you worship!" Peter stared into the Chiefs face and continued. "They know nothing! They don't even speak! What does a rock have to tell me, or the dirt or the sand! Does your boots talk to you too?!" Peter ridiculed, his voice sobbing and cracking as tears streamed from his face.
"Listen to me." Chief said with authority as he walked up to Peter. "This has got to be Arizael's doing, and if it is, she's very clever. Collect yourself and put this aside for now."
Chief placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "You must become stronger, I fear she's after you and right now none of us can stand against her." Chief informed firmly, his face full of worry. "Same for you Nibs. We have been idle and deceived by the false peace we've experienced these past moons, while she's grown stronger."
Everyone stood in silence.
"He's right, I mean, where's Hook? I've not seen or heard of him, or the pirates it's been dead as a door nail here." Tigerlily pointed.
"Be here when the sun rises tomorrow, and your conditioning will begin." Chief said to Peter and Nibs. "You must learn to control your power instead of it controlling and draining you."
Peter and Nibs retreated to the underground home and everyone was already asleep, for it was very late. Nibs went to his room and Peter walked into his.
The icy tendrils of anguish devoured Peter and his head hung low as he entered his dark room. He rummaged around his dresser and found a book of matches. Suddenly the candles all along the wall lit themselves, Peter barely lifted his head, his eyes slowly rolled in their sockets upward to reveal Arizael standing in the corner across the room.
Peter stood staring at her through his eyebrows and hair...he dropped the book of matches.
"Helloo Peeettteeeeeeer" Arizael greeted coolly and immediately black tentacles quickly extended from her body and slivered rapidly over to him. Peter stood his ground and they quickly took hold of him.
With furrowed brows and pursed lips he turned his head to see one wrap itself around his wrist, then around his other wrist, neck, waist and ankles, she began to pull.
Peter sneered; his eyes went ablaze of green then dilated, until only a flaming ring of green could be seen.
He flexed his muscles and strained to keep himself back, his boots dragging along the dirt covered floor in Arizael's direction.
Arizael sneered "Come to me…your not strong enough to defy me boy." And she continued to pull and Peter's body slid a few inches further.
Peter barred his teeth in effort to stand his ground. He opened his hands and his sai's flew out of his boots and quickly sliced away at the tentacles, freeing him. They dropped to the floor and melted. Simultaenously Arizael ran up and along the wall at Peter and came down on him throwing heavy blows.
Peter put up his hands and blocked her powerful blows, Pow- Pow- Pow- Pow. Arizael hit him hard and quick with her fists but Peter kept his hands up, the force of her blows making his booted feet slide backwards in the dirt.
Peter quickly spun and roundhoused her as hard as he could, the back of his heel crashing against her face.
(Whoosh--Pow!)
"Ahh!" Arizael cried from the impact, blood flying out of her mouth. "Son of a…I just came to talk!" Arizael yelled.
"No you didn't!" Peter accused as he bounced like a boxer with his fists up protecting his face.
"Have it your way!" Arizael retorted as she stuck her hand out and froze Peter's door way to ensure they would not be interrupted.
She then ran up to him and hit him with a swift right and left but her fists fell on his forearms. She swung again and he ducked under it and when he came up, his foot connected with her in a flash… a four hit combo with one leg: twice in her face, gut then face again.
"Ack!" Arizael grunted and stumbled backwards seeing stars. Peter not waiting kicked her feet out from under her and she fell. He bounced away from her as she quickly flipped upright and grimaced.
She came at him again and swung a hard right, Peter bent over backwards dodging it, his hair flying in her wake. He then twisted and ducked under another blow (whoosh) and spun away from yet another, that last one missed him by a hair. Arizael was getting faster.
She fought aggressively with great speed and strength. However, each punch and kick she threw Peter smacked them away, and then he kicked her really hard in her stomach, the impact sending her flying backwards and into a wall.
Peter wrung his hands out to rid himself of the throbbing pain from blocking her powerful blows.
Her strength rivaled Hooks even Sam's artificial brawn.
She ran at him again and he dropped to the floor and sweep kicked her, she fell on her bum, hollered in frustration and quickly got up to her feet. Peter laughed and kicked them out from under her again.
Then his smile dropped from his face and he ran straight up to her and fists started flying as they both slugged each other repeatedly. They fell to the ground and started scrapping, Peter reined supreme as Arizael had no experience in this way of dirty fighting.
He beat her until she lie immobile and stunned…bloody, dirty and bruised. Peter back flipped off of her and landed on all fours like a cat about to attack.
He stood upright and arrogantly placed his hands on his hips and smirked.
His face turned sour. "Now get out!" Peter barked in a raspy angry tone.
Arizael got up on all fours and coughed up blood. "I'm not done with you yet" All of her physical damages healed up and she leapt at him like a cat.
Peter dropped to the floor and rolled forward right under her and on to his feet. He turned towards her with his hands on his hips, his face straight.
Arizael was determined to take him down; she attacked and moved just as fast as Peter, her blows hard and heavy, but still missed. The heavy impact of her blows would always push Peter back a few inches as he blocked, the blows still took from him but it was better than a direct hit.
Peter's arms started to ache and decided to duck and dodge but she got even faster, to the point where he would dodge one blow, only to run into another and inevitably have to block it.
With her new speed Peter dodged one punch but didn't see the other, she hit Peter with a hard left hook.
(Wham!), the impact was so great he saw stars, his body twisted to the left and he almost fell over as he staggered to regain his footing.
Arizael quickly ran around him and grabbed him from behind; he fell into her then regained his footing and violently threw his head back, busting her nose.
She released him as her nose healed up and he quickly turned to elbow her in the face. She caught the elbow, ducked under it and grabbed him by the throat, and latched on to the back of his pants with her other hand.
She lifted him up with little effort and choke slammed him on his back.
(Wham!) A cloud of dirt and dust puffed up from the floor…
Peter's eyes were shut tight and mouth was open but nothing came out . He quickly snapped out of it kicked his legs up towards his chest hitting her in the face twice (crack- crack), she released her hold on his neck and fell backwards.
Peter flipped upright, took a few steps backwards and started bouncing up and down again.
"I grow tired of this!" Arizael spat.
"Then get out!" Peter retorted smartly and with anger.
Arizael shot a bolt at him, he dodged it by quickly stepping aside and she was already in his face.
His eyebrows went up in shock and he blinked and swiftly bought his fist down on her but she caught it at the wrist and instantaneously ripped energy from his body.
White light shot from Peter into Arizael, Peter's body jerked towards her from the force, she held him up by his wrist. "Ahh!" Peter screamed, it felt like someone ripped tape off of his body as if he was getting a wax. Peter's eyes rolled back as he almost fainted and his knees buckled as his body fell limp for a second.
Arizael kept hold of his wrist and yanked him up by it and with her other hand she quickly clutched his stomach, ripping a third of his energy directly from the crystal that was in him. Green light shot out from Peter's belly and into her hand, up her arm and into her upper body and she smiled fiercely.
Peter shrilled and ripped himself away, landing flat on his back; he quickly shot a bolt at her slamming her against the wall, wiping that smile off her face.
"What the f—k's it gonna take?!' Arizael screamed and staggered upright from her position across the room.
Peter's rolled on his side and clutched his stomach; his face was twisted with pain. A raised vein appeared down the middle of his forehead as that pain he just felt was excruciatingly intense, one that he never wanted to feel again.
She raised her hand again but he quickly shot her with another bolt and kept it up, scrambling her. He kept the shots coming as he stood upright.
Nibs was in his room on the other side of the underground home, asleep in his bed snuggled with Layla when he suddenly awoke. Nibs quickly looked around; he felt something was wrong… he could sense it in the air.
Nibs quickly approached Peter's doorway to find a thick ice wall blocking it. He quickly slammed his flaming fist into it and the wall shattered. He entered the room and turn saw Peter shocking Arizael.
Nibs barred his teeth and snapped his head to the right, without hesitation he threw out an arm and joined in, shocking her with bolts of his own.
Arizael started to lift from the ground and both of the boys used both hands and intensified her electrocution, but she wouldn't retreat.
Nibs eyes were open wide his face determined and livid, his eyes went into a hazel blaze and slowly dilated. He rotated his wrists so his knuckles faced each other while still electrocuting her and started to pull his hands apart, with that her chest split open down the middle and began to slowly separate.
Arizael shrilled as she absorbed the punishment they inflicted upon her but had a trick up her sleeve. She had a parasite in her hand and shot a thick red bolt at Nibs and it hit him fiercely in his lower belly, the force knocked his feet from under him and he fell on his face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Nibs shrilled, as the parasite merged with his crystal and the infection quickly dispersed.
The sound caught in his throat as he writhed, grunted and dug his fingers into the dirt floor. Little lumps could be seen running around right under his skin, and they suddenly dissipated deep in his insides until they couldn't be seen.
"Nibs!!" Peter screamed releasing Arizael and ran over to Nibs flaccid body and turned him on his back. "Nibs!" Peter cried as he put his hand behind Nibs head to support it and sat him up.
Peter smacked his cheeks in an effort to revive him but to no avail, Nibs eyes just kept fluttering.
Arizael's chest closed up and she panted fiercely, she staggered and towered over Peter.
"I will ask you nicely one time and one time only…take my hand." Arizael extended her hand to Peter. "Swear you allegiance to me, and willingly give me the shards. Or I will make Nibs suffer."
Peter bared her no regard, he pursed his lips and kept his eyes on Nibs face.
"Very well!" Arizael spat and she extended her hands in a claw like fashion, and shot red bolts directly down at Nibs. Peter saw them coming from the corner of his eye and leaned over Nibs to protect him and the bolts went into Peter's back.
He arched his back in a snap, threw up his arm, and absorbed them with his forearm. He clenched his hand in a fist and rotated his arm at the elbow, and snapped it straight.
A large white orb emitted from his hand with thousands of tiny blades rotating within, it consumed her and blew her back ripping her apart.
Peter returned his gaze to Nibs ignoring her shrills and quickly forgetting about Arizael.
Tiny shards of her remains flew out and cut Peter on his neck and arm, they absorbed into him but he didn't feel it, the cuts closed up and she disappeared.
Layla came running in and screamed as she saw Nibs was lying limp in Peter's arms. Peter looked down at him and the fear of losing him took his breath away.
Layla dived next to Nibs and took his hand and with the other hand cupped his cheek. "What happened?!" Layla cried.
Peter's mouth opened and closed a few times as he kept his eyes on Nibs face. Nibs thickly lashed eyes rested closed and he lay as if he were dead.
"That b—h! Arizael did this to him." Peter answered, his voice wavering. "TINKERBELLE!" Peter bellowed and everyone jumped out of their sleep.
Slightly came running in, half sleep, one eye open one eye shut. "What are you screaming fo- gasp- what happened?"
"That witch, quick, wake Tink and have her hide this place again, she found us and hurt Nibs." Peter commanded then returned his gaze back to Nibs. "And get everyone back to bed, there's nothing any of you can do." Peter said without regarding Slightly and Slightly silently complied.
Peter picked Nibs up and carried him to his bed and laid him in the middle. Layla and Peter lay on their sides next to him. Peter pulled Nibs eyelids open with his fingers and saw only the whites of his eyes.
"Nibs." Peter croaked and closed his eyes. He placed his hand on Nibs cheek and drew his face close, their foreheads touching as he tried to connect with him, but saw only darkness. Peter's eyes snapped open, then he closed them and tried again.
This time he saw Nibs standing in a dark place some unknown light enabling him to see Nibs with his back turned. Then Peter was pulled towards him and stopped a foot away. Nibs turned his head to the side, his expression blank as he looked at Peter over his shoulder. A brick wall quickly formed from the ground up as Peter was kicked out of Nibs mind.
Peter recoiled; his eyes looked to Layla and fell back on Nibs face as he wondered what he just saw.
Nibs had a very peaceful look upon his face, his thick dark lashes rested against his cheek, his mouth closed. Peter and Layla stared at Nibs face for what seemed like forever, Peter was speechless, but slightly content in the fact that Nibs was still living.
Fear and despair dropped itself in Peter, feeling like a bowling ball in his stomach. "Nibs, please wake up….I cant loose you too…get up." Peter pleaded in Nibs ear, his voice barely audible.
Layla laid down, her head rested on Nibs chest and her arm draped across his middle. She wiggled her fingers to Peter indicating to take her hand. He laid down next to Nibs and held on to Layla's hand and they lay there silently, until their eyelids became heavy and they fell asleep.
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At Arizael's lair:
Arizael appeared in the main room of her lair.
"Did you procure the brat?" Hook asked as he lounged in a comfortable chair, his boots resting atop the table as he took a puff from his cigar.
He removed the cigar from his lips and a look of sheer pleasure washed over his handsome features, his black curls shiny as ever, his face vibrant.
"Do you see him?" Arizael retorted angrily.
Hook puffed and smirked. "No, I suppose not." He leisurely took another drag from his cigar. "That bantam whelp overpower you afresh?" Hook taunted.
Arizael rolled her eyes at his insult. "I couldn't take him, he was too strong, even though he's not proficient with his powers, he's gotten stronger. I couldn't bring him down as easily as I thought I could, his resilience and stamina is too great." Arizael complained as she took a seat next to Hook and continued.
"Then his buddy came running to his aid, how he seems to always do that I don't know." Arizael pondered.
"Yes, his endurance is unusual; it exceeds any common man I've ever known. It's unearthly for such a rawboned whelp to posses the ability to withstand such brutality." Hook spat with hate.
"That rogue Nibs always comes running because they have a connection… one that must be severed."
"What do you mean?" Arizael questioned.
"It is a consequence, if one falls ill, the other identifies it and inevitably comes running." Hook explained and Arizael looked at him, a questioning look on her face.
"Just a little something I picked up during my stay with the brats."
Arizael revealed the last installment of her nefarious plot against Peter.
"Well, I think I just severed that connection. However, we have to be clever, and take another route. I've attacked his heart by tearing his Wendy away and even more so now as his dear Nibs is next. We will intensify the damage in this way…Tomorrow, you will go after the boy as Alec, and reveal your true identity in the worst way." She instructed.
"He's just a boy and having three people ripped out of his life in such a way should take a toll on his mind. Thus making it easier for you to wear him down and bring him to the black castle." Arizael informed.
"If for some reason, he is too much, even for you, I have an ace up my sleeve to remedy that. But you must not bring him to the cave while there is still fight left in him, or he will overpower us and escape. Then your head, will I have on a stick!" Arizael threatened.
Hook looked at her like she was insane. "You dare utter idle threats to me? Captain Jas Hook of the Jolly Roger?! The only pirate who Barbeque himself feared?" Hook sat up from his seat and brandished his hook in her face.
"Oh brother." Arizael sighed.
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Early the next morning the three youngsters woke up and Nibs acted like nothing ever happened.
Finally Peter and Layla quit questioning him and they departed to the Indian camp and practiced with the chief all day.
"Very good very good, you two have gotten better. But it will take more than one day to master your abilities. There is so much more you can do." Chief said. "Let us continue."
Nibs was distant and quiet the entire day, it was now late in the afternoon, the sun would be setting in about an hour.
"I don't know Chief, I don't feel so good anymore." Nibs spoke up. "I think I'm gonna be sick, but don't stop cause of me."
"Alright, but be back this time tomorrow if you are feeling any better." Chief said.
"I want to continue, I'm tired of her catching me off guard." Peter said. He and the Chief said their goodbyes to Nibs and continued on.
After bathing in the lake Nibs went to the underground home wearing nothing but a beat up pair of brown shorts. His lanky muscular physique silently walked down the long hallway towards his room, leaving puddles of water behind him.
He aimlessly walked into his room and took in his appearance in the mirror. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him as he looked on.
Nibs dark hair was wet and dripping, his long bangs hung in soaking wet clumps on his forehead. His long eyelashes that circled his hazel eyes were clumped together under his straight dark eyebrows, his pretty mouth hung partially open.
He stepped closer and leaned into the mirror, one hand resting against it as he began to pant. He looked himself in the eyes and knew something was wrong inside, then he heard a voice….
"Niiiibbbbbbsssss."
Nibs hazel eyes flashed brick red and he froze as it seemed like he was looking at someone else in the mirror. His reflection began to grimace and glare, Nibs jumped back from the mirror in horror, he then hurled a shoe at it with all his might, shattering the glass. The voice spoke again…
"Niiiibbbbbssss. I'm calling you Nibs, I have an assignment for you. Do not try to resist or you will be driven insane."
"Shut up! Shut up shut up!" Nibs grabbed his hair and fell to his knees and began to rock back and forth.
"Niiibbbbssssss."
Nibs ran under his bed and curled up in a ball.
"Come to meeeeeeeeeee"
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Peter finished his training and was exhausted, he washed the dirt and sweat off of him in the lake, retreated to the underground home and straight into the kitchen.
The underground home was silent because no one was there; Nibs had gotten out from under his bed and ran off into the forest to get away from the voices in his head.
After Peter stuffed his face depression consumed him and he looked around the empty hideout. He was left all alone with nothing but his thoughts to torment him.
He tried to figure out why Wendy left, was it because of Arizael? Or because she couldn't forgive him? He wondered how she was doing and what he was going to do about this situation, but no solutions came to mind.
He walked over to his chair and sparked up a pipe full of Indian herbs; he raised it to his lips and took a puff. Blowing smoke from his nostrils he sat with a content look upon his face, he thought about smoking himself to oblivion to drown out the pain.
A black blur dropped down from the chute and landed in a crouching position. Black Eagle stood and pulled off his hood to reveal his face.
"Hello Peter." Black Eagle greeted dryly.
Peter just sat in his chair, uncaring that a possible threat stood before him. A smoke cloud hovered around where Peter sat. "What do you want?" Peter asked nonchalantly.
"To give you a friendly warning". Black Eagle said as he took a few steps closer to Peter, his long black cloak caressing his ankles.
Peter sat lazily in his chair and took another puff of his pipe, keeping his eyes on Pan.
Blowing out smoke Peter asked annoyingly. "What is it?" Peter continued to sit and take long drags from the pipe.
Black Eagle stood right in front of Peter and placed his hands on the armrest of his chair. Peter still sat calmly and his eyelids became a bit heavy, he raised his eyebrows in an effort to keep his heavy lids open as his twin stood face to face with him.
Pan snatched the pipe from Peter and tossed it to the floor. "You are in danger." Pan rasped. "Arizael has something horrible planned for you. Merge with me and you can defeat her."
Peter stared at him for a moment, his expression blank as the herb started to take effect slightly. His forest green eyes stared into flaming yellow. Then Peter rudely bust out laughing, breaking the silence.
"Haaa! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Peter took in a deep breath then exhaled; he had an unconvincing look upon his face. "You expect me to believe that crap? Let you merge with me? Your only intentions is killing, I remember what you made me do last time." Peter closed his mouth and had a dumb look upon his face.
"That is not why I've come. You cannot defeat her without me because you're too weak. Her powers have grown exponentially."
"I'm not weak!" Peter interjected childishly as he jerked forward in his chair, their faces nose to nose. Peter slowly sat back in his chair as they both stared at each other with furrowed brows.
"I just kicked her ass last night, I'm sure she's home licking her wounds." Peter boasted.
"Don't think you've won…" Black Eagle warned, he slowly withdrew and looked around. You need to be strong, one day of practice isn't going to cut it. You-will-fall." Black eagle warned through his teeth, then pursed his lips.
"Merge." Black Eagle said forcefully and with authority.
Peter shook his head in denial. "Ive been prac-"
"Liar!" Black Eagle Pan interjected and counted. "Show me."
Peter sat back in his chair in defiance. "I don't have to show you anything." Peter retorted.
Black eagle sucked his teeth as he backed up to the wall, turned and put his hand against it.
The entire wall froze and Peter's eyes opened wide and he gasped.
Black Eagle held up his hand and ice orb of blue energy hovered over it with ice crystals lining the edges, he shot it right past Peter's head and it hit the wall behind him and froze it. Peter quickly turned and looked at the frozen wall.
"Can you do that?" Black Eagle asked arrogantly.
Peter's mouth was agape.
"Well? Can you at least break it?" Black Eagle asked annoyingly as he put out his hands in a questioning gesture.
"Hmph." Peter pursed his lips and stood, and stood and stood, then gave up. "I don't know how."
"That's why you need practice, much more than just one day" Eagle said as he put his hands on his hips. "Now merge with me." He demanded through his teeth.
Peter barred his teeth. "No, you'll make me a killer or something worse." Peter rasped.
"I won't." Black Eagle assured.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't, but you don't have any other choice. We are divided and must be one."
Peter grew tired of the conversation. "Get out." Peter spat.
"Have it your way, but know this, you cannot trust anyone, especially Nibs and Alec.."
Peter scrunched up his face "I said get out, and don't come back!"
Black Eagle smirked as he pulled his hood on his head; he retreated and flew up the chute.
Peter sat in his chair, his face expressionless as he thought about what Black Eagle said. "Why can't I trust Nibs?" Peter asked himself.
Peter stood and looked at the ice wall. He grabbed a cup and held it in his hand.
"Ice" Peter breathed and the cup froze, he smiled but the ice kept going and it froze his hand started going up his arm.
"Ahh! No, no no!" Peter shook the cup but it wouldn't come off. He ran into the kitchen and ran hot water over it until it broke.
Minutes later after Black Eagle left, Hook dropped down the chute as Alec.
Peter came walking out of the kitchen toweling off his hands.
"What's this?" Alec asked as he looked at the iced walls.
"Oh, um…it was just Black Eagle showing off. He tried to get me to merge with him…"
"Oh, really, what else did he say?"
Peter looked at him blankly then furrowed his brows a bit, squinted his eyes and turned his head to the side a tad. "Why?"
Alec just stood and stared at Peter, his face expressionless.
"Where…where have you been? Come to think of it, I haven't seen you in days." Peter asked breaking the silence.
"I've been busy…Pan, reacquainting myself."
Peter just looked at him expressionless.
"I've had to decide to either stay young and fly around ignorantly with you, or to grow up and be a man."
Peter immediately became offended; a confused and hurt look was on his face. "I thought…" Peter trailed off.
"You thought what? That I actually liked you? We had fun but it always must end sometime. Growing up is something I heard Wendy Darling has chosen to do. You always show a good time but then it gets old. It's a shame that she's left your for the same reason…twice. Or was it because you slept with her mother?" Alec insulted, a wicked accusing look upon his face.
"What?" Peter asked in disbelief as he flinched at his words and looked extremely hurt, he looked away. "How do you know about that?" Peter rasped angrily as he turned his head to the side a bit with an accusing look on his face.
The look on Peters face dissipated, He and Alec stood looking each other in the eye, both faces blank.
Peter felt something was wrong but couldn't put his finger on it, he maintained eye contact with Alec as he strolled over towards his sword.
Peter was now off to Alec's side near the wall and slowly turned his back but kept his gaze over his shoulder.
"Wow…so…you want to grow up then…so be it." Peter said with a rude and uncaring tone over his shoulder, his thickly lashed lids looked downward in disgust.
"Your benightedness is astounding, your insolence overbearing, turn and face me boyee, for it is I… your nemesis." Alec rasped in Hooks deadly tone.
End Chapter
Hope u like, here's what's in the next chap, its not edited of course, please review….
Snippets:
Peter overpowered Hook. Hook drowns and Nibs had to step in, thats how Peter got in this situation below.
"The boy has such vigor." Arizael said.
"Your damn right I do B—h!" Peter rasped wildly and his eyes flashed as he twisted his wrists towards the bonds and blades quickly emitted from his palms and cut his hands free..
"Oh no you don't!" Arizael quickly spat as she threw the bucket at Peter, a blanket of black tar goop splashed all over him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!" Peter shrilled as he was covered in the slop, his strength immediately faded and he fell forward.
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Peter's eyes grew wide and he took in a sharp breath and tensed. "No don't." He said quickly.
Hook hesitated.
"Do it now!" Arizael commanded, frustration evident in her voice
"No!" Peter whined aggressively as he tried to pull away. "Listen to me." Peter pleaded and Hook released him.
Peter panted weakly as he opened his mouth to speak. "You don't have to do this, you can be young again….and have…..have many adventures." Peter said weakly.
"Your- you're my friend…Remember…..remember… the fun we had?" Peter laboriously spoke as he hung supported by the vines, his body began to shake.
Hook stood and considered what Peter was saying.
"He's not talking to you; he's talking to Alec, who doesn't even exist!" Arizael reasoned harshly. "No child will ever like or love the real James Hook! Now DO-IT!"
A hint of sympathy graced Hooks handsome features along with remembrance. "I remember, what it was like….to be free." Hook whispered.
"How sentimental." Arizael mocked.
"Yes….to be young again…..you can have it….." Peter painfully whispered.
"What mischievous fun we had." Hook said softly.
"Remember Maita!" Arizael growled. "He destroyed your dead mother's picture, along with all your other memories, now he's trying to replace them with memories of himself!" "How selfish!." Arizael spat.
Arizael grabbed Hook by the wrist and replaced his hand on Peter. "Your revenge is imminent, how could you think twice about this?!"
"No please.. Peter panted and panicked. "I swear…" his chest started to heave, "I'll make it up to you….just don't…don't.."
"Alas, the amount of power that I am about to receive is far greater than a friendship with you." Hook spat evilly. "I will have youth, it will be yours! This is the proper retribution for your monumental insolence, for cutting off me hand and carelessly tossing it to the crockadile." Hook pressed his hands tight against Peter and Peter gasped "No." Peter retorted weakly.
"This is the day you fall Pan, there will be no escape from where I will send you." Arizael calmly informed, then turned to Hook. "Do it."
