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CHAPTER NINTEEN
FINAL ACT
The two laid sprawled out on the deck. Captain Hook slowly rose to his feet while he placed his hand on his bear head and glanced around. He saw his hat, which had fallen off from the fall, and picked it up. After dusting it off he placed it on his head and straightened his jacket and then looked down at the unconscious boy who lay at his feet.
Everyone else on the ship remained still. No one knew what to do.
Captain Hook shot a glare at everyone on his ship. It was a warning not to intervene. He bent down and picked Peter up by his shirt's collar. He stared at the boy, who limply hung from his grip.
Peter felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Captain Hook staring at him he went for his knife, but it was gone. He realized his feet weren't on the ground, he then felt Captain Hook's hand gripping his shirt. Peter struggled to break free like a worm on a hook.
Captain Hook released a small laugh. "We end this now Peter."
Peter stopped squirming. This was it, the end of Peter Pan. He coolly stared at Captain Hook. He was ready to accept his death.
Tinkerbell went to help Peter, but Big Chief stopped her. She stared at him in shock.
"His battle." He said in response. The other Indians held back the Lost Boys, who tried to run to Peter's aid.
Captain Hook raised Peter a little higher with his one hand. He looked into the boy's eyes; they looked back into his. Something flashed in Peter's eyes and Captain Hook found himself being flooded with images.
He heard Peter laughing. "James, ha, you look ridiculous!" He raised his head to see Peter holding his side from laughing so hard. He looked down at himself and found that he was entirely covered in mud.
What was happening? He was James again. He was James, but how? He then heard himself responding to Peter, exactly how he did once, long ago.
"It's your fault!" Peter stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Are you serious? You're the one who said, 'let's jump in the mud!'
"Yeah, but you were suppose to too!" Peter started laughing again.
"And miss seeing you look like that? No way!"
He then felt himself charging at Peter. "Your turn!"
Peter laughed as he fell to the ground, James on top of him. James laughed too as he dragged Peter over to the mud, where he would soon throw him.
Everything began to spin and change, then it stopped. Captain Hook found himself in another past time. He was lying in a bed, his bed. He felt the fur blankets above and beneath him. He closed his eyes as he found comfort and warmth in his surroundings. He jolted up when he heard screams. Yanking off his covers he ran over to Peter's bed.
Peter tossed and turned while he screamed out in his sleep. James shook him, trying to wake him as Peter fought him, like he was fighting the dream itself.
"Peter! Peter, wake up!" James, finding no other options, slapped Peter across the side of his face.
Peter's eyes opened, they blankly stared at James. Tears then began to escape from them and run down his cheeks. James wrapped his arms around his friend.
"Just a dream Peter, just a dream."
Captain Hook felt his arms embracing Peter. Bad dreams, Peter always had them. What was happening? He pulled away from Peter and then everything went blurry again. And then he found himself somewhere else once again.
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Peter remained in Captain Hook's grip, but Hook didn't seem to be there. It was like only his body was there, nothing else.
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He was about to say something to the Lost Boys, but then everything changed again. He found himself in water. No, not this again. He was going to drown.
He felt someone grab his hand. He looked to see Peter holding onto his hand as he tried to remove his leg from the rock. It was useless; Peter couldn't get him out. Peter held onto his hand tightly. He stared into Peter's eyes. Peter began to violently shake his head no, denying that his friend was about to die.
Captain Hook felt himself grab onto Peter's shoulders and pull him into an embrace. He tightly held onto him. He was going to die; there was nothing Peter could do for him. Peter could do nothing to save him.
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Captain Hook jolted back. The images, his past, he'd forgotten them. He didn't remember any of it, until now.
His eyes cleared and he found himself still holding Peter. No, Peter, Peter never did anything to him. Peter was his friend, and he was trying to kill him.
Peter watched Captain Hook as terror came across his face.
'I'm a monster.' It raced through his head. 'Look what I've become.' He released Peter, and shakily turned away.
Peter landed on his knees and watched Captain Hook as he turned and walked away from him. Peter stood and took a step towards the distraught Captain Hook.
Captain Hook turned around. "What have I done?" He asked Peter. "I'm a monster, a monster!"
Shocked and confused Peter took another step toward him.
"Forgive me Peter."
"James?"
Captain Hook lowered his head. "I can do nothing to atone for all I've done."
Peter reached him and studied the man's face, within it he could see his friend James. Peter went for his hand but he withdrew it. He walked backwards, until he bumped into the railing of the ship. Peter remained where he was and watched him.
"Peter, what is the reason that we will never be the same?"
Peter thought for a moment, what was he talking about? He remembered, during their fight he had told him there was one reason why they would never be the same.
"Because, I never forgot you James."
James stepped up onto the ship's railing and faced Peter as he balanced himself.
"Forgive me Peter Pan, forgive me for the monster that I've become. It's time for me to lay this monster in it's grave. Goodbye Peter."
"Noooo, James!" Peter ran to him as he took a step backwards and fell from the ship. He plummeted down to the waters far below.
Peter leaped over the ship. He saw James hit the water with a huge splash. No, no, no, was all Peter could think. He dove into the water and frantically searched for him.
He couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. He came to the surface for air and then dove back under. "I'm not losing you again James!" Peter thrashed about in the dark water. Where was he? He reached the surface again. Captain Hook's hat floated in front of him. Peter grabbed onto it and held it tightly. He raised his head to the night sky and cried out. "James!!!!"
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Peter lay in his bed. Blankets covered his healing body as he slowly recovered from everything. He was gaining his strength back, and was no longer fading. When he questioned it the Indian Chief told him that since Neverland was stable again, he soon would be too.
Captain Hook had left his mark in Neverland; all his alterations had remained. The Chief took charge of the map, and was now its holder. Without Captain Hook the Jolly Roger and its crew sailed elsewhere, leaving Neverland a small wake of painful memories.
Peter closed his eyes. James was gone for good now. He didn't know where he was, but he knew he was free now, free from the monster that had suffocated him.
Tinkerbell pressed herself up against Peter's cheek; she cared for him so much.
Peter released a sigh. It was over, it was all over. He let the dreams take hold of him, and in those dreams he was met by a laughing James.
~*~ I hope you all enjoyed it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
CHAPTER NINTEEN
FINAL ACT
The two laid sprawled out on the deck. Captain Hook slowly rose to his feet while he placed his hand on his bear head and glanced around. He saw his hat, which had fallen off from the fall, and picked it up. After dusting it off he placed it on his head and straightened his jacket and then looked down at the unconscious boy who lay at his feet.
Everyone else on the ship remained still. No one knew what to do.
Captain Hook shot a glare at everyone on his ship. It was a warning not to intervene. He bent down and picked Peter up by his shirt's collar. He stared at the boy, who limply hung from his grip.
Peter felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Captain Hook staring at him he went for his knife, but it was gone. He realized his feet weren't on the ground, he then felt Captain Hook's hand gripping his shirt. Peter struggled to break free like a worm on a hook.
Captain Hook released a small laugh. "We end this now Peter."
Peter stopped squirming. This was it, the end of Peter Pan. He coolly stared at Captain Hook. He was ready to accept his death.
Tinkerbell went to help Peter, but Big Chief stopped her. She stared at him in shock.
"His battle." He said in response. The other Indians held back the Lost Boys, who tried to run to Peter's aid.
Captain Hook raised Peter a little higher with his one hand. He looked into the boy's eyes; they looked back into his. Something flashed in Peter's eyes and Captain Hook found himself being flooded with images.
He heard Peter laughing. "James, ha, you look ridiculous!" He raised his head to see Peter holding his side from laughing so hard. He looked down at himself and found that he was entirely covered in mud.
What was happening? He was James again. He was James, but how? He then heard himself responding to Peter, exactly how he did once, long ago.
"It's your fault!" Peter stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Are you serious? You're the one who said, 'let's jump in the mud!'
"Yeah, but you were suppose to too!" Peter started laughing again.
"And miss seeing you look like that? No way!"
He then felt himself charging at Peter. "Your turn!"
Peter laughed as he fell to the ground, James on top of him. James laughed too as he dragged Peter over to the mud, where he would soon throw him.
Everything began to spin and change, then it stopped. Captain Hook found himself in another past time. He was lying in a bed, his bed. He felt the fur blankets above and beneath him. He closed his eyes as he found comfort and warmth in his surroundings. He jolted up when he heard screams. Yanking off his covers he ran over to Peter's bed.
Peter tossed and turned while he screamed out in his sleep. James shook him, trying to wake him as Peter fought him, like he was fighting the dream itself.
"Peter! Peter, wake up!" James, finding no other options, slapped Peter across the side of his face.
Peter's eyes opened, they blankly stared at James. Tears then began to escape from them and run down his cheeks. James wrapped his arms around his friend.
"Just a dream Peter, just a dream."
Captain Hook felt his arms embracing Peter. Bad dreams, Peter always had them. What was happening? He pulled away from Peter and then everything went blurry again. And then he found himself somewhere else once again.
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Peter remained in Captain Hook's grip, but Hook didn't seem to be there. It was like only his body was there, nothing else.
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He was about to say something to the Lost Boys, but then everything changed again. He found himself in water. No, not this again. He was going to drown.
He felt someone grab his hand. He looked to see Peter holding onto his hand as he tried to remove his leg from the rock. It was useless; Peter couldn't get him out. Peter held onto his hand tightly. He stared into Peter's eyes. Peter began to violently shake his head no, denying that his friend was about to die.
Captain Hook felt himself grab onto Peter's shoulders and pull him into an embrace. He tightly held onto him. He was going to die; there was nothing Peter could do for him. Peter could do nothing to save him.
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Captain Hook jolted back. The images, his past, he'd forgotten them. He didn't remember any of it, until now.
His eyes cleared and he found himself still holding Peter. No, Peter, Peter never did anything to him. Peter was his friend, and he was trying to kill him.
Peter watched Captain Hook as terror came across his face.
'I'm a monster.' It raced through his head. 'Look what I've become.' He released Peter, and shakily turned away.
Peter landed on his knees and watched Captain Hook as he turned and walked away from him. Peter stood and took a step towards the distraught Captain Hook.
Captain Hook turned around. "What have I done?" He asked Peter. "I'm a monster, a monster!"
Shocked and confused Peter took another step toward him.
"Forgive me Peter."
"James?"
Captain Hook lowered his head. "I can do nothing to atone for all I've done."
Peter reached him and studied the man's face, within it he could see his friend James. Peter went for his hand but he withdrew it. He walked backwards, until he bumped into the railing of the ship. Peter remained where he was and watched him.
"Peter, what is the reason that we will never be the same?"
Peter thought for a moment, what was he talking about? He remembered, during their fight he had told him there was one reason why they would never be the same.
"Because, I never forgot you James."
James stepped up onto the ship's railing and faced Peter as he balanced himself.
"Forgive me Peter Pan, forgive me for the monster that I've become. It's time for me to lay this monster in it's grave. Goodbye Peter."
"Noooo, James!" Peter ran to him as he took a step backwards and fell from the ship. He plummeted down to the waters far below.
Peter leaped over the ship. He saw James hit the water with a huge splash. No, no, no, was all Peter could think. He dove into the water and frantically searched for him.
He couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. He came to the surface for air and then dove back under. "I'm not losing you again James!" Peter thrashed about in the dark water. Where was he? He reached the surface again. Captain Hook's hat floated in front of him. Peter grabbed onto it and held it tightly. He raised his head to the night sky and cried out. "James!!!!"
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Peter lay in his bed. Blankets covered his healing body as he slowly recovered from everything. He was gaining his strength back, and was no longer fading. When he questioned it the Indian Chief told him that since Neverland was stable again, he soon would be too.
Captain Hook had left his mark in Neverland; all his alterations had remained. The Chief took charge of the map, and was now its holder. Without Captain Hook the Jolly Roger and its crew sailed elsewhere, leaving Neverland a small wake of painful memories.
Peter closed his eyes. James was gone for good now. He didn't know where he was, but he knew he was free now, free from the monster that had suffocated him.
Tinkerbell pressed herself up against Peter's cheek; she cared for him so much.
Peter released a sigh. It was over, it was all over. He let the dreams take hold of him, and in those dreams he was met by a laughing James.
~*~ I hope you all enjoyed it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
