p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"strong style="font-size: medium; text-indent: 0px;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Author Note:/span/strongspan style="text-indent: 0px; font-size: 12pt;" I don't own any of these movies or the characters, obviously. This was written for a movie rewrite contest. It combines Fright Night (2011) and Peter Pan (2003). This is written as a Reader Insert./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You had just gotten back from your second semester of grad school. Thankfully your chosen major had all summer off for break. You could catch up with your friends and little brother, Charley. Charley mentioned something to you at breakfast about a new neighbor moving in next door at the old, Perry House. Johnny or Jerry maybe even Jessie. To be honest, you were still half asleep and more focused on the cereal sitting on the table in front of you. Charley waved a hand in front of your face. "Where you listening to anything I said?" You shook your head and he sighed. "Just stay away from him. He gives me the creeps." And with that he left for Ed's house./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You spent the day reorganizing your room and trying to cram as many newly acquired books into your several bookshelves as you could manage. Near the end of the day you decided to cook dinner for your mother and brother. You left a note on the counter for them and went to visit a friend. You got back later than expected and missed seeing Charley and your mom all together. The next morning you knocked on Charley's bedroom door, he opened it almost immediately and pulled you inside./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"After a very freaked out Charley explained what was going on and why he needed you to drive him to Vegas to meet the famous stage performer, Peter Vincent, without a word you immediately put on your socks and shoes and grabbed a jacket. "Wait, you actually believe me?" You shrugged and said, "Not yet, but if your this frazzled about something, then I'll do whatever I can to help." During the drive to Las Vegas Charley kept bouncing his leg and shifting in his seat./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"After arriving on the rehearsal set for Peter Vincent's show, Charley fashioned two press badges together from a couple newspapers and handed one to you. Both of you stood awkwardly on the side waiting for rehearsal to finish. Charley approached Peter Vincent and after some schmoozing he invited the both of you back to his penthouse for an interview. You meandered around admiring the mostly fake artifacts while Charley spoke to Mr. Vincent. You never could follow the 'do not touch' rules at the museum and this was no exception. After opening a polished glass display, you picked up an interesting looking stake. It had some sigils carved into it and the plaque said something about it being blessed by a saint. You carried it to where Peter Vincent and Charley were talking. You were intent on asking Mr. Vincent to pose with it for Charley's fake newspaper article./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"As you walked in, Peter Vincent started yelling for his assistant. Reading the room, you slid the stake into your back pocket and decided to put it back as you left. Obviously Charley had said the wrong things and the situation was starting to escalate. Ginger waltzed past you and gently grabbed Charley by the arm. They walked past you and Peter Vincent noticed you for the first time. "How did he rope you into his lunatic plan?" You crossed your arms and shifted your weight. "He's my little brother, you douche-canoe. And something has obviously scared him out of his mind. I thought bringing him here would reassure him, especially since he thought you were his only hope. Thanks for crushing his spirit. I'm sure your parents would be very proud of you." You turned on your heel and followed your little brother, forgetting to return the fancy looking stake entirely./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"Peter watched you seethe out of the room and drained the rest of his drink. After discarding the glass he searched for some old voodoo books and artifacts. He decided to try something later that evening. What remained of his conscience was bothering him and he decided for once, to do something about it. Charley was silent for the drive back, opting to whittle away at a pre-formed stake./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;" As soon as the car was parked in the driveway, Charley hopped out and ran up to his room. Seeing as it was almost dark, you followed him and watched as he hung garlic and crosses in his bedroom windows. "Char, is there anything I can do to help?" He flitted around the room checking the crosses, "Not really, I don't want you involved in this. Jerry is too dangerous. Do you still have that Holy water you got from your trip to Italy?" You nodded and retreated to your room to fetch the souvenir. You doubted it was anything more than bottled tap water, but if it made Charley feel safer, you were all for him having it. You grabbed one of the pocket knives lying around your room and started to cut away the wrapping on the bottle./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"The doorbell rang and Charley ran downstairs. You followed him with the water bottle and knife still in your hands. Once you saw that it was Amy, you closed the pocket knife and placed it in your front pocket. You could hear your mom stop halfway on the stairs. Amy started to confront Charley about his weird behavior when they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Deciding to make her entrance your mom bounded down the rest of the stairs and said she would get the door. Charley begged her not to open it. Jerry called out from the other side of the door. /p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You made your way to the hall closet where your mom kept one of your deadbeat dad's old aluminum bats. Your mom wasn't very comfortable with guns, but everyone knew how to swing said bat. Jerry accused Charley of harassing him, threatened to involve the police, and called Charley sick. You adjusted your grip on the bat and stared at the door. Your mom told him to get the cops. From where you were standing, you could see Jerry start to walk around the house. He disappeared while passing a bush and you couldn't see him anymore. Charley rushed to the closest window and then to the next. He frantically asked," Do you see him? Where di-." You stopped looking for Jerry and glanced to where Charley had been, except he was no longer there. Before you could ask Amy or your mom anything, everything felt like it was twisting and turning. You could feel yourself freefalling through space. It was a dizzying sensation and you screwed your eyes shut to keep from becoming motion sick. When you felt everything stop moving, you slowly opened your eyes. Somehow, someway, you were standing in the middle of a dense jungle. Spinning in a slow circle examining your surroundings and huffed, "Shit."/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You had just gotten back from your second semester of grad school. Thankfully your chosen major had all summer off for break. You could catch up with your friends and little brother, Charley. Charley mentioned something to you at breakfast about a new neighbor moving in next door at the old, Perry House. Johnny or Jerry maybe even Jessie. To be honest, you were still half asleep and more focused on the cereal sitting on the table in front of you. Charley waved a hand in front of your face. "Where you listening to anything I said?" You shook your head and he sighed. "Just stay away from him. He gives me the creeps." And with that he left for Ed's house./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You spent the day reorganizing your room and trying to cram as many newly acquired books into your several bookshelves as you could manage. Near the end of the day you decided to cook dinner for your mother and brother. You left a note on the counter for them and went to visit a friend. You got back later than expected and missed seeing Charley and your mom all together. The next morning you knocked on Charley's bedroom door, he opened it almost immediately and pulled you inside./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"After a very freaked out Charley explained what was going on and why he needed you to drive him to Vegas to meet the famous stage performer, Peter Vincent, without a word you immediately put on your socks and shoes and grabbed a jacket. "Wait, you actually believe me?" You shrugged and said, "Not yet, but if your this frazzled about something, then I'll do whatever I can to help." During the drive to Las Vegas Charley kept bouncing his leg and shifting in his seat./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"After arriving on the rehearsal set for Peter Vincent's show, Charley fashioned two press badges together from a couple newspapers and handed one to you. Both of you stood awkwardly on the side waiting for rehearsal to finish. Charley approached Peter Vincent and after some schmoozing he invited the both of you back to his penthouse for an interview. You meandered around admiring the mostly fake artifacts while Charley spoke to Mr. Vincent. You never could follow the 'do not touch' rules at the museum and this was no exception. After opening a polished glass display, you picked up an interesting looking stake. It had some sigils carved into it and the plaque said something about it being blessed by a saint. You carried it to where Peter Vincent and Charley were talking. You were intent on asking Mr. Vincent to pose with it for Charley's fake newspaper article./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"As you walked in, Peter Vincent started yelling for his assistant. Reading the room, you slid the stake into your back pocket and decided to put it back as you left. Obviously Charley had said the wrong things and the situation was starting to escalate. Ginger waltzed past you and gently grabbed Charley by the arm. They walked past you and Peter Vincent noticed you for the first time. "How did he rope you into his lunatic plan?" You crossed your arms and shifted your weight. "He's my little brother, you douche-canoe. And something has obviously scared him out of his mind. I thought bringing him here would reassure him, especially since he thought you were his only hope. Thanks for crushing his spirit. I'm sure your parents would be very proud of you." You turned on your heel and followed your little brother, forgetting to return the fancy looking stake entirely./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"Peter watched you seethe out of the room and drained the rest of his drink. After discarding the glass he searched for some old voodoo books and artifacts. He decided to try something later that evening. What remained of his conscience was bothering him and he decided for once, to do something about it. Charley was silent for the drive back, opting to whittle away at a pre-formed stake./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;" As soon as the car was parked in the driveway, Charley hopped out and ran up to his room. Seeing as it was almost dark, you followed him and watched as he hung garlic and crosses in his bedroom windows. "Char, is there anything I can do to help?" He flitted around the room checking the crosses, "Not really, I don't want you involved in this. Jerry is too dangerous. Do you still have that Holy water you got from your trip to Italy?" You nodded and retreated to your room to fetch the souvenir. You doubted it was anything more than bottled tap water, but if it made Charley feel safer, you were all for him having it. You grabbed one of the pocket knives lying around your room and started to cut away the wrapping on the bottle./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"The doorbell rang and Charley ran downstairs. You followed him with the water bottle and knife still in your hands. Once you saw that it was Amy, you closed the pocket knife and placed it in your front pocket. You could hear your mom stop halfway on the stairs. Amy started to confront Charley about his weird behavior when they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Deciding to make her entrance your mom bounded down the rest of the stairs and said she would get the door. Charley begged her not to open it. Jerry called out from the other side of the door. /p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"You made your way to the hall closet where your mom kept one of your deadbeat dad's old aluminum bats. Your mom wasn't very comfortable with guns, but everyone knew how to swing said bat. Jerry accused Charley of harassing him, threatened to involve the police, and called Charley sick. You adjusted your grip on the bat and stared at the door. Your mom told him to get the cops. From where you were standing, you could see Jerry start to walk around the house. He disappeared while passing a bush and you couldn't see him anymore. Charley rushed to the closest window and then to the next. He frantically asked," Do you see him? Where di-." You stopped looking for Jerry and glanced to where Charley had been, except he was no longer there. Before you could ask Amy or your mom anything, everything felt like it was twisting and turning. You could feel yourself freefalling through space. It was a dizzying sensation and you screwed your eyes shut to keep from becoming motion sick. When you felt everything stop moving, you slowly opened your eyes. Somehow, someway, you were standing in the middle of a dense jungle. Spinning in a slow circle examining your surroundings and huffed, "Shit."/p