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CHPATER FOUR
DISSAPEARING
Peter sat high upon the limb of a tree. His legs dangled over the limb and he slowly swung them back and forth. Both of his arms were to his sides, his hands resting upon the limb, reassuring his balance. He looked down at his legs as they swung rhythmically.
'Why now? Why all of the flashbacks now?' He asked himself. "James is DEAD!" He shouted aloud. 'He died a long time ago.'
"Peter!! PETEEERRR!!!!!" Peter jerked his head up. 'That's Tiger Lily.' He jumped off of the limb and made his way down through the branches. Once he made it back to the forest ground he waited to hear Tiger Lily again.
"PETER!" Peter jumped off of the ground and began to quickly fly in the direction that her voice was coming from.
"Tiger Lily!!" He shouted as he scanned the ground below him. He saw her frantically waving her arms at him. He flew down to her.
"What's wrong?" He could tell that she was in great distress. She quickly took hold of his hand.
"Hurry Peter! The tribe!" She began to run while pulling Peter with her. Peter started to run to keep up with her. Something terrible was happening.
The two were now running side by side, Tiger Lily no longer holding Peter's hand. They quickly made their way through the trees and bushes of the forest. Peter released a sound of pain and stopping he grabbed his side with his one arm. "What is it Peter?" Tiger Lily asked as she stopped and turned to look at him.
"I, I don't know." Tiger Lily studied him. She bit her lower lip.
"Please Peter! We have to keep going. Can you?" Peter shook his head yes and stood up and started to run again, his one arm still holding his side.
They reached the edge of the forest, where the tribe was located. Peter looked to see what was going on. He stopped dead in his tracks for the second time. Tiger Lily kept running this time. 'The, the tribe? It's, disappearing!' His feet lifted from the ground as he hastily flew the remainder of the way.
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"What's happening Chief?!" Peter asked while landing in front of the giant man.
"Evil. Evil is happening." The Great Indian Chief said while watching the last of his village vanish.
Peter released a moan and grabbed his side again, as the pain he had been ignoring grew stronger and refused to be ignored any longer. The Chief looked down and studied the boy before him.
"Great evil around us." He put his large red hand on Peter's small shoulder. Peter looked up to see the Chief's face. The Chief watched Peter's face, pain was written all over it but it seemed to be fading away.
Peter saw the concern in the great man's eyes. "I'm fine." He said while straightening up and pushing the last of the pain back. "It's gone." The Chief knew that Peter was speaking of the pain that he had just witnessed.
"We must find the source of such destruction."
"It's gotta be Hook." Peter said in a hateful tone.
"Then we must stop um."
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The day had come to its end. Peter was leaving the Indian encampment. "I promise we'll find out what's happening Chief." He said, turning around before he began to fly back to Hangman's Tree. The Chief bowed his head slightly in response and thanks.
Peter flew, the dark overtaking him. Tinkerbell had left earlier to check on the lost boys, so Peter was alone with the dark. He continued to fly above the trees. He thought about the happenings that had occurred that day. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as his head felt like it was spinning. He felt a knife piercing his right side. Losing complete control he plummeted down into the trees below.
He fell through the leaves then began smashing through the tree's branches. He tightly shut his eyes as he felt the great impact of each branch. He continued to free-fall as he smacked into the great tree's limbs. He thought the fall and the pain would never cease. Finally he felt himself stop. He lay at the bottom of the tree, upon its great roots.
He couldn't move. He had stopped falling, but the pain still raged through his body. His head still felt as if it was spinning, and he could still feel a knife in his side. On top of that he acquired cuts and bruises all over him from the fall. Slowly he moved his left hand to where he felt the blade. His hand searched for it. Nothing. There wasn't a knife gouged in him. Surprised he lifted his head with much effort to see the knife that he could feel inside him but could not find with his hand. There wasn't a knife. He blinked. Why does it feel like there's one then? Peter's head fell back down to the ground, as he became unconscious.
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Darkness once again overtook him. He heard laughter. He opened his eyes to find himself in Skull Rock. "Come on Pete!" James shouted as he waved for him to follow. Peter obeyed and began to crawl over the rocks to where James stood waiting.
"Where are we going?" Peter asked as he scratched his head in confusion.
James smiled. "We're going on an adventure!" He answered as he began to go deeper into the caverns of the cave.
Peter followed close behind him. James was talking to him but he was not listening. He knew what he was saying, for he had heard it before. 'This isn't real. This already happened. James, James is dead.' He thought to himself.
"Just ahead! The Indians always speak of a hidden treasure!"
Peter released a small laugh. 'The treasure.' He thought ironically to himself.
"Here it is!" James gleefully shouted. The two ran to the treasure chest. James lifted a rock and brought it down hard on the lock. The lock broke off and fell to the stone ground causing a thud and its echo to be heard in the cave. The two both lifted the lid up. A bright light blinded them.
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Peter opened his eyes. The light hurt them. He took a deep breath as the dream, memory, faded away. Tinkerbell anxiously flew about him. Peter realized that he was in his bed. 'The lost boys must have found me.' He thought as he assured Tinkerbell that he was all right.
CHPATER FOUR
DISSAPEARING
Peter sat high upon the limb of a tree. His legs dangled over the limb and he slowly swung them back and forth. Both of his arms were to his sides, his hands resting upon the limb, reassuring his balance. He looked down at his legs as they swung rhythmically.
'Why now? Why all of the flashbacks now?' He asked himself. "James is DEAD!" He shouted aloud. 'He died a long time ago.'
"Peter!! PETEEERRR!!!!!" Peter jerked his head up. 'That's Tiger Lily.' He jumped off of the limb and made his way down through the branches. Once he made it back to the forest ground he waited to hear Tiger Lily again.
"PETER!" Peter jumped off of the ground and began to quickly fly in the direction that her voice was coming from.
"Tiger Lily!!" He shouted as he scanned the ground below him. He saw her frantically waving her arms at him. He flew down to her.
"What's wrong?" He could tell that she was in great distress. She quickly took hold of his hand.
"Hurry Peter! The tribe!" She began to run while pulling Peter with her. Peter started to run to keep up with her. Something terrible was happening.
The two were now running side by side, Tiger Lily no longer holding Peter's hand. They quickly made their way through the trees and bushes of the forest. Peter released a sound of pain and stopping he grabbed his side with his one arm. "What is it Peter?" Tiger Lily asked as she stopped and turned to look at him.
"I, I don't know." Tiger Lily studied him. She bit her lower lip.
"Please Peter! We have to keep going. Can you?" Peter shook his head yes and stood up and started to run again, his one arm still holding his side.
They reached the edge of the forest, where the tribe was located. Peter looked to see what was going on. He stopped dead in his tracks for the second time. Tiger Lily kept running this time. 'The, the tribe? It's, disappearing!' His feet lifted from the ground as he hastily flew the remainder of the way.
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"What's happening Chief?!" Peter asked while landing in front of the giant man.
"Evil. Evil is happening." The Great Indian Chief said while watching the last of his village vanish.
Peter released a moan and grabbed his side again, as the pain he had been ignoring grew stronger and refused to be ignored any longer. The Chief looked down and studied the boy before him.
"Great evil around us." He put his large red hand on Peter's small shoulder. Peter looked up to see the Chief's face. The Chief watched Peter's face, pain was written all over it but it seemed to be fading away.
Peter saw the concern in the great man's eyes. "I'm fine." He said while straightening up and pushing the last of the pain back. "It's gone." The Chief knew that Peter was speaking of the pain that he had just witnessed.
"We must find the source of such destruction."
"It's gotta be Hook." Peter said in a hateful tone.
"Then we must stop um."
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The day had come to its end. Peter was leaving the Indian encampment. "I promise we'll find out what's happening Chief." He said, turning around before he began to fly back to Hangman's Tree. The Chief bowed his head slightly in response and thanks.
Peter flew, the dark overtaking him. Tinkerbell had left earlier to check on the lost boys, so Peter was alone with the dark. He continued to fly above the trees. He thought about the happenings that had occurred that day. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as his head felt like it was spinning. He felt a knife piercing his right side. Losing complete control he plummeted down into the trees below.
He fell through the leaves then began smashing through the tree's branches. He tightly shut his eyes as he felt the great impact of each branch. He continued to free-fall as he smacked into the great tree's limbs. He thought the fall and the pain would never cease. Finally he felt himself stop. He lay at the bottom of the tree, upon its great roots.
He couldn't move. He had stopped falling, but the pain still raged through his body. His head still felt as if it was spinning, and he could still feel a knife in his side. On top of that he acquired cuts and bruises all over him from the fall. Slowly he moved his left hand to where he felt the blade. His hand searched for it. Nothing. There wasn't a knife gouged in him. Surprised he lifted his head with much effort to see the knife that he could feel inside him but could not find with his hand. There wasn't a knife. He blinked. Why does it feel like there's one then? Peter's head fell back down to the ground, as he became unconscious.
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Darkness once again overtook him. He heard laughter. He opened his eyes to find himself in Skull Rock. "Come on Pete!" James shouted as he waved for him to follow. Peter obeyed and began to crawl over the rocks to where James stood waiting.
"Where are we going?" Peter asked as he scratched his head in confusion.
James smiled. "We're going on an adventure!" He answered as he began to go deeper into the caverns of the cave.
Peter followed close behind him. James was talking to him but he was not listening. He knew what he was saying, for he had heard it before. 'This isn't real. This already happened. James, James is dead.' He thought to himself.
"Just ahead! The Indians always speak of a hidden treasure!"
Peter released a small laugh. 'The treasure.' He thought ironically to himself.
"Here it is!" James gleefully shouted. The two ran to the treasure chest. James lifted a rock and brought it down hard on the lock. The lock broke off and fell to the stone ground causing a thud and its echo to be heard in the cave. The two both lifted the lid up. A bright light blinded them.
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Peter opened his eyes. The light hurt them. He took a deep breath as the dream, memory, faded away. Tinkerbell anxiously flew about him. Peter realized that he was in his bed. 'The lost boys must have found me.' He thought as he assured Tinkerbell that he was all right.
