A/n in the last chapter I forgot my disclaimer. So here it goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Any thing from the Peter Pan books all belong to the
fantastical, amazing, beautiferus J.M Barrie.
Claimer: I only own the plot and Tiger Lily's little sister Moonlight and
all the nicknames. And The ScarMaster.
Okay so as the saying goes: On with the show!!!
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Chapter 2
Dream World Dangers
"Oh Peter, Where are you? Are you all right?" Wendy walked on through
what seemed like a dense forest. She and Peter had been making out when
all of a sudden he was gone and she was left frenching a Weeping Willow, she'd looked around and there was fog everywhere, she couldn't see
more than ten inches in front of her. Wendy got up and started walking,
which brought her to her present situation: she was, in a word, lost. She
tried calling for Peter again and again, she even called for Tink, but
alas, no one answered. She was really starting to get frightened. She sat
down for a minute to rest. Suddenly, pirates poured out from the fog, surrounding her. Even in the fog she could see them clearly in all their putrid ugliness, with crooked noses, cruel eyes and rotted teeth. Their leader stepped through their ranks...it was none other then
fumbling, bumbling Smee.
"The captain is going to be so happy that we've captured Wendy!" Smee
said with a delighted look in his hollow eyes. "Now the Captain can
finally get his hook into Peter Pan!! Hurry boys, tie her up...! We can't
let this little treasure get away!" Wendy screamed and struggled, but it
was no use. In the blink of an eye they had her wrists tied behind her back and a knife pressed into the small of her back, forcing her to keep
walking. And walk they did, into the fog, into the toiling dark of the
night. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Wendy could hear the ocean.
She wondered how they had found their way through the dense fog, which
left her with feelings of dread creeping into her mind. After the pirates
poured out of the forest the fog had dissappeared quickly as if it had never been there, in her fear she hadn't realized it. Wendy looked around cautiously, and gasped as she saw the Jolly Roger in all its rickety, mold covered glory, sitting in the water, bobbing up and down with the waves. She looked back at Smee...he looked downright giddy. A chill made it's way through her spine. They soon boarded the ship, and Smee sent Cecco and Billy Jukes to go get Captain Hook. A short while later, the
Captain arrived, a smug, evil smile spread across his face.
"Ahh, Wendy...how nice of you to join us on our humble ship. It has been
awhile since we last saw each other, has it not?"
"Not long enough for me! Good God, Hook, you smell like a whisky-filled
septic tank! Do any of you know how to bathe? It's almost enough to make
me sick..!" Wendy said, all the while never taking her eyes off of Hook.
Hook's face was beet red, his fist shaking. He was so furious that she
dared speak that way to him. She let out a small peep of fear, and Hook
swung his arm back and brought it down to her face with a sharp slap.
Wendy saw stars, she took a step to the side to keep from falling over
flat onto her face. Wendy's eyes slowly refocused, and she stared
defiantly at Hook. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"Next time you speak to me that way I will cut out our tongue and feed it
to the crocodile! I will not tolerate this insolence on MY ship." Hook practically shouted at her.
Meanwhile, up in the crows nest, Peter sat, watching. He had just killed
the lookout, and now was watching the scene below. He could hear every
word, clear as crystal. When Wendy said those things to Hook he glowed
with pride "That's my little fireball, just hang in there." But when he
saw Hook strike Wendy it was all he could do to keep from going down
there and cutting off his other hand. He sat there, secretly glaring at
Hook; if looks could kill, Hook would be a pile of ashes on the deck.
"Now Wendy, a little cooperation would be most beneficial for you and me.
So, where is Peter Pan?!" Hook asked scathingly. Wendy just glared back
at him, refusing to say anything. She would not tell that lizard anything
about anyone no matter how many times he hit her. "I am losing patience
with you m' dear. Just tell me and I'll let you go." Wendy didn't believe
a word he said. "I don't want to get rough with you, Wendy. Just tell me
where he is. If you don't I'm afraid I'll be forced to use my good friend
Scarmaster on your lovely skin." He lovingly ran a finger over his whip
that was hanging from his belt. When Hook said that Wendy's and Peter's
eyes both grew twice their size.
But Wendy still wouldn't say anything. She just stared at Hook, looking
very much like she was frightened but trying to hide it. "Very well
Wendy, I see you won't say anything now but let's see how well your
resolve lasts after five lashings on your bare back! Cookson, please
remove Wendy's shirt then stand back." After Cookson had removed Wendy's
black over shirt she was left standing there in her white bra and her
army print baggies with her back to Hook, cringing, waiting for him to
start. Hook raised his arm brought the whip down on Wendy's back. Her
face was contorted with pain, and she started gasping loudly. He struck
her twice more before she uttered any sound, she let out a tiny whimper,
tears streaking down her face. He snapped the whip two more times, and
motioned for Cookson to put Wendy's shirt back on her. Once that was done
Hook coiled his whip up and placed it back on his belt. "The next time
you refuse to talk, I will whip you ten times. Then after that, fifteen
times. And every hour I will add five more until you are screaming out
Pan's position!" he snapped. "I will be back in an hour to question you
and maybe whip you again. Oh, and may I suggest not moving around too much after you've been whipped? It tends to sting quite a bit." And with that last tidbit, he walked away. Wendy was laying on the ground weeping silently. Peter, who was still up
in the crows nest, had formulated a plan. He slowly put that plan into
action.
He had Tink fly down put the men who were guarding Wendy into a
hypnotic state. Then Peter flew up and over to the side of the ship
opposite of Wendy, and he began to crow and make all sorts of noise. As
the pirates all rushed to the side of the ship, he flew up high, into the clouds, turned in the air, and swooped back down to rescue Wendy. As he was about to get her Hook came out of his cabin and looked over to where Wendy was lying only to see Peter. He bellowed and rushed over his
sword drawn, and just as he was about to stab Peter in the back, Peter
spun around reached forward and cut off Hook's right ear. Hook shrieked
and Peter knocked him to the deck. He carefully picked up Wendy
and the severed ear and flew off Wendy's arms around his neck.
He threw the ear to the Crocodile, swimming close
to the ship's side. The Crocodile was never far from Hook's ship.
After he had gone to the hideout, he Placed Wendy on the bed and she
looked at him. "Peter...?" And That was all she said.
"How did you get back to Neverland, Wendy?" asked Peter. Wendy reached
out and touched Peter on the shoulder. He winced a little at her touch.
It seemed
that when he spun around to face Hook, the pirate's sword had found his
arm. Wendy let out a whimper, and blacked out from all the stress and pain.
She suddenly woke up in her own bed, wearing pajamas. She was covered in
sweat, gasping for air. "It was all a dream. I can't believe it!" Wendy
said with wonder. But when she yawned and stretched she double over
her back burning with pain. She carefully got out of bed and
and walked over to her mirror. and stared at her
reflection in her mirror. She had a huge bruise on her cheek from
where Hook had struck her. She gasped, and turned around, lifting up her
night shirt and looking at her back. She counted five whip marks spread evenly
across her back. She gasped again, confused. "How can this be
happening...it was only a dream?" She slowly walked back to her bed,
layed down, and fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.
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A/n Thanx for the reviews!
Punko McMac: Thanx for being My Beta!!! Thanx also for helping polish this chapter and adding your writing expertise.
Ena: Thank you for taking the time to read my humble story.
Wendy: Thank you also for reading my story!
FireBird16: Thanx for the compliment. Nice things said help the juices flow.
Aireon Granger: Thank you for reading and reviewing. Glad you liked it.
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