Shades of Gray: A Peter Pan Story -- by
Cartoon_Drawer
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters from Disney's Peter Pan. Please do not sue me, I simply felt the need to write a story including them! However, all the characters which are not part of Disney's production are mine and I would appreciate no one using them without permission. Thank you!
Please read before embarking on the writing below: This story will, I believe be quite long before everything is said and done. Please be patient I promise to update, though I can't promise the speed. I am a student, therefore I also have schoolwork...but I promise to stay on top of things and update as much as possible! This is also the first fanfiction I have ever embarked upon writing, so please if you have something bad to say, say it constructively!! From watching the movies produced by Disney I have always perceived Peter to look much more then twelve years of age, so therefore, he will be about fifteen or sixteen throughout the story. Thank you, and enjoy! Oh yeah, don't forget to review!!
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It began on a simple morning in London, one just like any other. The sun had risen, though one could not see it, for the fog was too thick. The only reason this was noticed was because the once dark gray had turned to a lighter shade and the birds were cheerfully singing in the trees.
And then, suddenly, I heard it; a scream. Someone in my room was screaming, though soon, I realized it was me! I was the source of the loud and dreadful sound. Catching my breath, I pulled back into reality, out of what I soon realized was a horrible nightmare. Though knowing all too well the nightmare had ever so shortly before been a reality. My mother and father were gone. Shot and killed by I knew not what or who. I only knew the bobbies were doing little to help me, simply because of my current economic situation. I needed help not only in learning who had done such a sinister act, but also for my own sanity.
They say you don't know how much you have until you lose it...I now know the truth of this. I had so much, a family, a life, people who loved me; and yet I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. My whole world had been taken away. My whole......
I couldn't hold back any longer, my parents were gone...forever...I broke into tears. Tears not only of sorrow but of anger, fiery anger. How could this happen to me...to anyone! And why...why would someone want to take the two things I cherished the most and destroy them like a delicate piece of crystal. I didn't understand.
Though, I soon told myself to be strong. If I was going to get through this I would have to be stronger. I rose from my bed and quickly dressed putting my long hair into a pony tail. There was only one thing I could do....and that was go on with my life. They wouldn't want me to break so easily. With those thoughts I lay back on my bed again, thinking. School would start very soon this morning, though I knew it would last forever. It was different now. I had become a germ and no one wanted to come close.
I was about to leave my room and my home to search for a way to the school grounds, however, before I could a glimmer caught my eye. I turned and looked upon my dresser to find a locket one of golden color...then a memory of not too long ago came into my mind. I was swiftly taken back to a time and place where there were lights all around, a glow in the room and the soft scent of pine bristles in the air.
And then...I saw them, my my mother and father, they seemed so happy. Smiles were on their faces as they spoke to me...
"Hurry Mum...Daddy just brought in the presents!!" I heard my voice utter as I beckoned my mother down the staircase of our small home, "Hurry, Christmas doesn't come but once a year!"
And next I saw him...my dear father...the one I missed so much...he didn't speak only handed me a small box...and I began to open it as he smiled slyly. Soon I gasped to reveal the most beautiful golden heart shaped locket I had ever seen. I looked up at him and he gently hooked it around my neck.
"Daddy..." I spoke lightly, though he gently hushed me with his finger and saw my mother smile.
"My dear little one," he started opening the locket to reveal two beautiful pictures one of my mother and one of himself inside, "now you can always have us...here in this locket and we will always be near your heart."
And then gently he kissed me....
I smiled at the wonderful memory and grasping the locket I gently hooked it around my neck, then quietly I stepped out of the room and home. Quickly I strode down the street. I was on my way to school, a place I dreaded to be though longed go to. It would be the last day I would attend the local school house, and the last day I would leave my home for that matter. As an occurrence to my parent's death I would be forced to leave the one place I knew so well, my home -- our home. I wasn't sure where the city would send me, most likely to an orphanage. Though I didn't really care either.
Soon I reached my school and started up the steps, no matter how hard I tried I still couldn't shake the feeling of all my classmates eyes. They seemed to penetrate through my skin and leave me open to the world. It was like a silent barrage of insults and jeers that I couldn't deflect. Once inside I headed toward my home room and the long day which lay ahead of me.
"You can do this," I spoke almost silently to myself, "you can!"
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PThree...two...one....finally the last bell had rung. My final day of jeers, pranks and silent insulting looks had come to an end. I silently left my old school and started home. It had begun to rain a bit, though I hadn't noticed. I simply walked on through the water sodden streets thinking of only one thing...home./P
PMy thought soon became a reality as I neared the rot iron gate in front of my home. I quickly unlatched the handle and entered the small yard outside my house walking up the steps and entering the doorway. Upon my entrance I nearly choked when I noticed all the furniture was missing, then the thought hit me...they had come to fetch it. It was no longer mine to have, to be warmed by, to draw comfort from./P
PI quietly laid down my studies, and started up the old creaky staircase to my room. Once there I opened my door, and saw one bag. Probably full of my clothing, the only things I was allowed to keep. Looking around the room, memories began to flood back into my mind. I remembered the happy times and the not so happy; and soon the memories became too much for me to handle. I began to sob, falling to my knees and then sprawling out upon the floor. I began to loose hope, and with that loss I became exhausted. Soon my sobs ceased and I had fallen into a weary and restless sleep. There was no one left to be here, to comfort me, or to tell me everything was going to be alright. I was alone..../P
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Sorry, it's sort of a cliffhanger! Oh yeah and don't worry this really is a Peter Pan fic, I simply had to introduce my character and her situation! By the way this first part was a sort of prologue, so the next chapters might be in a different tense, just to let you all know. I will thank everyone of you who reviews in the next chapter!! Thanks!!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters from Disney's Peter Pan. Please do not sue me, I simply felt the need to write a story including them! However, all the characters which are not part of Disney's production are mine and I would appreciate no one using them without permission. Thank you!
Please read before embarking on the writing below: This story will, I believe be quite long before everything is said and done. Please be patient I promise to update, though I can't promise the speed. I am a student, therefore I also have schoolwork...but I promise to stay on top of things and update as much as possible! This is also the first fanfiction I have ever embarked upon writing, so please if you have something bad to say, say it constructively!! From watching the movies produced by Disney I have always perceived Peter to look much more then twelve years of age, so therefore, he will be about fifteen or sixteen throughout the story. Thank you, and enjoy! Oh yeah, don't forget to review!!
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It began on a simple morning in London, one just like any other. The sun had risen, though one could not see it, for the fog was too thick. The only reason this was noticed was because the once dark gray had turned to a lighter shade and the birds were cheerfully singing in the trees.
And then, suddenly, I heard it; a scream. Someone in my room was screaming, though soon, I realized it was me! I was the source of the loud and dreadful sound. Catching my breath, I pulled back into reality, out of what I soon realized was a horrible nightmare. Though knowing all too well the nightmare had ever so shortly before been a reality. My mother and father were gone. Shot and killed by I knew not what or who. I only knew the bobbies were doing little to help me, simply because of my current economic situation. I needed help not only in learning who had done such a sinister act, but also for my own sanity.
They say you don't know how much you have until you lose it...I now know the truth of this. I had so much, a family, a life, people who loved me; and yet I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. My whole world had been taken away. My whole......
I couldn't hold back any longer, my parents were gone...forever...I broke into tears. Tears not only of sorrow but of anger, fiery anger. How could this happen to me...to anyone! And why...why would someone want to take the two things I cherished the most and destroy them like a delicate piece of crystal. I didn't understand.
Though, I soon told myself to be strong. If I was going to get through this I would have to be stronger. I rose from my bed and quickly dressed putting my long hair into a pony tail. There was only one thing I could do....and that was go on with my life. They wouldn't want me to break so easily. With those thoughts I lay back on my bed again, thinking. School would start very soon this morning, though I knew it would last forever. It was different now. I had become a germ and no one wanted to come close.
I was about to leave my room and my home to search for a way to the school grounds, however, before I could a glimmer caught my eye. I turned and looked upon my dresser to find a locket one of golden color...then a memory of not too long ago came into my mind. I was swiftly taken back to a time and place where there were lights all around, a glow in the room and the soft scent of pine bristles in the air.
And then...I saw them, my my mother and father, they seemed so happy. Smiles were on their faces as they spoke to me...
"Hurry Mum...Daddy just brought in the presents!!" I heard my voice utter as I beckoned my mother down the staircase of our small home, "Hurry, Christmas doesn't come but once a year!"
And next I saw him...my dear father...the one I missed so much...he didn't speak only handed me a small box...and I began to open it as he smiled slyly. Soon I gasped to reveal the most beautiful golden heart shaped locket I had ever seen. I looked up at him and he gently hooked it around my neck.
"Daddy..." I spoke lightly, though he gently hushed me with his finger and saw my mother smile.
"My dear little one," he started opening the locket to reveal two beautiful pictures one of my mother and one of himself inside, "now you can always have us...here in this locket and we will always be near your heart."
And then gently he kissed me....
I smiled at the wonderful memory and grasping the locket I gently hooked it around my neck, then quietly I stepped out of the room and home. Quickly I strode down the street. I was on my way to school, a place I dreaded to be though longed go to. It would be the last day I would attend the local school house, and the last day I would leave my home for that matter. As an occurrence to my parent's death I would be forced to leave the one place I knew so well, my home -- our home. I wasn't sure where the city would send me, most likely to an orphanage. Though I didn't really care either.
Soon I reached my school and started up the steps, no matter how hard I tried I still couldn't shake the feeling of all my classmates eyes. They seemed to penetrate through my skin and leave me open to the world. It was like a silent barrage of insults and jeers that I couldn't deflect. Once inside I headed toward my home room and the long day which lay ahead of me.
"You can do this," I spoke almost silently to myself, "you can!"
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PThree...two...one....finally the last bell had rung. My final day of jeers, pranks and silent insulting looks had come to an end. I silently left my old school and started home. It had begun to rain a bit, though I hadn't noticed. I simply walked on through the water sodden streets thinking of only one thing...home./P
PMy thought soon became a reality as I neared the rot iron gate in front of my home. I quickly unlatched the handle and entered the small yard outside my house walking up the steps and entering the doorway. Upon my entrance I nearly choked when I noticed all the furniture was missing, then the thought hit me...they had come to fetch it. It was no longer mine to have, to be warmed by, to draw comfort from./P
PI quietly laid down my studies, and started up the old creaky staircase to my room. Once there I opened my door, and saw one bag. Probably full of my clothing, the only things I was allowed to keep. Looking around the room, memories began to flood back into my mind. I remembered the happy times and the not so happy; and soon the memories became too much for me to handle. I began to sob, falling to my knees and then sprawling out upon the floor. I began to loose hope, and with that loss I became exhausted. Soon my sobs ceased and I had fallen into a weary and restless sleep. There was no one left to be here, to comfort me, or to tell me everything was going to be alright. I was alone..../P
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Sorry, it's sort of a cliffhanger! Oh yeah and don't worry this really is a Peter Pan fic, I simply had to introduce my character and her situation! By the way this first part was a sort of prologue, so the next chapters might be in a different tense, just to let you all know. I will thank everyone of you who reviews in the next chapter!! Thanks!!