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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here! Before I say anything else, I want to apologize for the last chapter, it wasn't very good. I hope this one is better! Ummm big thanks to Ali and my new beta Missy (Cheers because she is a loser)! Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and read, review and most of all ENJOY!!!
PS-for those of you who asked, I was in A Night at the Opera. It's a collection of scenes. I was in Die Zauberflote and L'egisto and Gondoliers. It was so much fun!!!!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~ELLIE~
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Peter found himself flying through unfamiliar surroundings. He was more accustomed to flying in the presence of either Tink or Wendy in the sky or in Neverland; he tried vainly not to crash into buildings and glowing streetlamps. He could see one person at the end of the road, who was steadily making his way towards Peter's end, shutting off each streetlamp as he went.
Fearing that his flight would be discovered by the unidentifiable person, Peter cut short his flight and alighted on the cold sidewalk. His bare feet were so unaccustomed to the cold that they burned with a fire that only freezing weather can bring. He instinctively wrapped his arms around himself, and then realized that the rest of him wasn't quite as cold, as he was still wearing his clothes from dinner.
'Why did I take those shoes off....you're an idiot, Pan!' he thought to himself as he hop-skipped around the sidewalk, trying desperately to find perhaps a patch of pavement that was not quite so cold. Only one with the mentality of a boy would attempt that; and attempt it he did, without any luck.
"Hell," he swore softly as his foot hit a tiny shard of glass from a broken bottle that some schoolboys had left out there sometime earlier in the evening. It embedded itself in his foot, and a pain like none he had felt in quite sometime took over his being. He was used to wounds in the upper body, mostly from the swords and cutlasses of pirates. He was not used to wounds that hit the nerve, and tears sprung to his eyes.
'I shan't cry,' he thought vehemently. 'Only pansies do that; and I'm no pansy!'
How wrong he was. Peter Pan was too a pansy, whether he thought so or not. He had only to look down at his foot and see the blood blooming from around the shard-which was still embedded in his foot-and staining the little pile of snow next to him red, and he clean away fainted. You see, though Peter had been wounded many times in his life, he had always been too preoccupied with the next activity to worry about blood, and had never had the time to look at it; for you see, blood made Peter quite nauseous.
There was a sickening thud as Peter hit the ground, soiling his crisp white dress shirt, and dirtying his pristinely clean, white face. A face that was very close to boyish perfection.
The person who had been shutting off lights took quick notice of Peter's fall, and paused from his work to run over to Peter, who lay motionless on the cold pavement that burned his feet so.
Before Peter's vision went completely black, he saw the person standing over him, his faint image swimming before him.
Then everything was dark.
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In his prison of unconsciousness, horrible visions swam before him. He saw Wendy marrying Edward, and living in a house with him and her children.
He saw Edward drinking and hitting Wendy and her children. He saw a little girl who looked very much like Wendy hiding from both her parents, one an abusive alcoholic; the other turned to drinking in order to escape.
He saw Wendy no longer the pristine, beautiful girl she once was, but a haggard looking, unkempt woman with circles under her eyes, walking unstably and crashing into tables as she went towards her room to be greeted by someone who would drive her even deeper into insanity and living Hell.
He was watching his subconscious hell unfold right before his eyes. Unknowingly, tears began to slip down his face.
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"Peter....Peter! Wake up!" Peter was startled awake by someone shaking him violently. He heard their faint voice calling him back from his subconscious chamber. His eyes slowly began to open, but all he could see at the moment were unidentifiable shapes oozing around like a painting that has had poured water on it. His foot was still burning with pain, though he could feel where the blood had caked and dried. The glass was no longer in his foot; it had been taken out.
"Peter, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!"
The voice was so familiar. Peter could almost place it, but in his feverish state he couldn't concentrate. Slowly the colors began to come together into one picture, and the night began to take form before his eyes, as did the person who was now leaning right over him, staring directly into his eyes.
All of a sudden, it all jumped together at light speed. Peter started.
"John!"
Startled by Peter's outburst John fell backwards onto the sidewalk, surprised. He then proceeded to lift himself off of the ground and put his glasses back on, for they had fallen off in the process.
"Really, Peter, there's no need for that," he grumbled, wiping the dirt off of his jacket.
"John....what are you doing here?" Peter cried. "I thought you went to bed long ago!!"
"Well, technically, yes," John said, his cheeks flushing rather triumphantly. "But you see, I took a job as the lamp putter-outer a while ago because I wanted some extra money. Of course my parents weren't keen on the idea of me being out so late at night, especially when it's so dark out. So every night for...oh...I'd say the last two months, I've been out here putting out the street lamps. Makes very good money, you know." He looked utterly pleased with himself.
'That little sneak,' Peter thought, grinning.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the nursery? Or did..." he trailed off, noticing the bruise on Peter's forehead from where he had been thrown against the window of Wendy's bedroom. A short silence followed, and then John spoke again.
"Peter....what happened?"
Peter took a deep breath and proceeded to tell John everything about that night. He included the kiss, the confession, and Mr. Darling interrupting them and going berserk, and kicking Peter out of the house.
Afterwards John could only sit there and stare at Peter, dumbstruck. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were as big as the china saucers that Mrs. Darling kept in her kitchen.
"I.....I....I can't believe it!" John said angrily, jumping to his feet. "And they're still making her marry that bastard?"
Peter nodded, his visions rushing back into his mind, and he stood resolutely. "They can't married, John. You have to help me stop them. They won't believe you if you tell them about Edward. They'll just think you're trying to stir up trouble....do you think Wendy would tell them?"
John shook his head. "She's too submissive....she wouldn't dream of it. Besides, they probably wouldn't believe her....or at least, father might. Usually when he has outbursts like that he feels horrible and guilty afterwards, and then it's mother who comes in and tells us off. It's rather horrid. I'm scared of what she might do to Wendy, though."
"Why is it your mother that does that?" Peter asked curiously.
"Because she loves father. She stands up for him all the time, and is constantly telling us why he's brave if we try to say something not-so-nice about him. She scares me a lot of the time. I hope she didn't get too mad at Wendy."
Peter's anger at Mr. Darling lifted a little at his words, but his stomach was still in knots with anger at Mrs. Darling.
"How long has this been going on?" Peter asked.
"Maybe two years now. But I honestly think she feels badly afterwards, she always comes back and apologizes to us. It's like a vicious cycle."
"I can't believe they'd let her marry someone like that," he whispered, his eyes blazing with an anger that was similar to that of Mrs. Darling's. "That's just disgusting."
John nodded, and unearthed his wallet from within his jacket.
"Peter," he said, his voice becoming instructive. "I'm going to give you some money to stay at the inn. You are going to rescue Wendy, and it will be grand and adventurous, and put my parents and Edward to shame! It will be magnificent, just wait!"
Peter looked at John curiously, his spirits slightly lifted with John's energetic words. "How are we going to do it?" he asked.
"I don't know yet," John said, a smile beginning to spread over his face. "I don't know, but when I do....Edward will have a wedding day to remember, mark my words!"
Peter began to smile with John, feeling utterly cheerful with vengeance now. "A wedding day to remember," he repeated triumphantly.
"Now go, Peter, go and stay at the inn for a while. I'll come and get you soon enough. Run!"
Peter grabbed the money from John's hand and took to the air, his triumphant spirit soaring with him. "Goodbye John!" he called back to the boy's shrinking figure.
He saw him wave, and heard his voice carrying over the wind. "Have faith, Peter!"
John disappeared from sight, and Peter smiled happily.
If John ever figured out what they were going to do, it would most certainly be a wedding day to remember.
Now, where was that inn?
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Afterthoughts: Well, that was a triumphant chapter! Kind of angsty at the beginning, yes, but overall kind of silly and lighthearted. Even I don't know how Peter and John are going to rescue Wendy, it's all a surprise!! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter more than the last, I'm sorry 14 was kind of a dud for you all. Thanks again!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here! Before I say anything else, I want to apologize for the last chapter, it wasn't very good. I hope this one is better! Ummm big thanks to Ali and my new beta Missy (Cheers because she is a loser)! Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and read, review and most of all ENJOY!!!
PS-for those of you who asked, I was in A Night at the Opera. It's a collection of scenes. I was in Die Zauberflote and L'egisto and Gondoliers. It was so much fun!!!!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~ELLIE~
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Peter found himself flying through unfamiliar surroundings. He was more accustomed to flying in the presence of either Tink or Wendy in the sky or in Neverland; he tried vainly not to crash into buildings and glowing streetlamps. He could see one person at the end of the road, who was steadily making his way towards Peter's end, shutting off each streetlamp as he went.
Fearing that his flight would be discovered by the unidentifiable person, Peter cut short his flight and alighted on the cold sidewalk. His bare feet were so unaccustomed to the cold that they burned with a fire that only freezing weather can bring. He instinctively wrapped his arms around himself, and then realized that the rest of him wasn't quite as cold, as he was still wearing his clothes from dinner.
'Why did I take those shoes off....you're an idiot, Pan!' he thought to himself as he hop-skipped around the sidewalk, trying desperately to find perhaps a patch of pavement that was not quite so cold. Only one with the mentality of a boy would attempt that; and attempt it he did, without any luck.
"Hell," he swore softly as his foot hit a tiny shard of glass from a broken bottle that some schoolboys had left out there sometime earlier in the evening. It embedded itself in his foot, and a pain like none he had felt in quite sometime took over his being. He was used to wounds in the upper body, mostly from the swords and cutlasses of pirates. He was not used to wounds that hit the nerve, and tears sprung to his eyes.
'I shan't cry,' he thought vehemently. 'Only pansies do that; and I'm no pansy!'
How wrong he was. Peter Pan was too a pansy, whether he thought so or not. He had only to look down at his foot and see the blood blooming from around the shard-which was still embedded in his foot-and staining the little pile of snow next to him red, and he clean away fainted. You see, though Peter had been wounded many times in his life, he had always been too preoccupied with the next activity to worry about blood, and had never had the time to look at it; for you see, blood made Peter quite nauseous.
There was a sickening thud as Peter hit the ground, soiling his crisp white dress shirt, and dirtying his pristinely clean, white face. A face that was very close to boyish perfection.
The person who had been shutting off lights took quick notice of Peter's fall, and paused from his work to run over to Peter, who lay motionless on the cold pavement that burned his feet so.
Before Peter's vision went completely black, he saw the person standing over him, his faint image swimming before him.
Then everything was dark.
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In his prison of unconsciousness, horrible visions swam before him. He saw Wendy marrying Edward, and living in a house with him and her children.
He saw Edward drinking and hitting Wendy and her children. He saw a little girl who looked very much like Wendy hiding from both her parents, one an abusive alcoholic; the other turned to drinking in order to escape.
He saw Wendy no longer the pristine, beautiful girl she once was, but a haggard looking, unkempt woman with circles under her eyes, walking unstably and crashing into tables as she went towards her room to be greeted by someone who would drive her even deeper into insanity and living Hell.
He was watching his subconscious hell unfold right before his eyes. Unknowingly, tears began to slip down his face.
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"Peter....Peter! Wake up!" Peter was startled awake by someone shaking him violently. He heard their faint voice calling him back from his subconscious chamber. His eyes slowly began to open, but all he could see at the moment were unidentifiable shapes oozing around like a painting that has had poured water on it. His foot was still burning with pain, though he could feel where the blood had caked and dried. The glass was no longer in his foot; it had been taken out.
"Peter, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!"
The voice was so familiar. Peter could almost place it, but in his feverish state he couldn't concentrate. Slowly the colors began to come together into one picture, and the night began to take form before his eyes, as did the person who was now leaning right over him, staring directly into his eyes.
All of a sudden, it all jumped together at light speed. Peter started.
"John!"
Startled by Peter's outburst John fell backwards onto the sidewalk, surprised. He then proceeded to lift himself off of the ground and put his glasses back on, for they had fallen off in the process.
"Really, Peter, there's no need for that," he grumbled, wiping the dirt off of his jacket.
"John....what are you doing here?" Peter cried. "I thought you went to bed long ago!!"
"Well, technically, yes," John said, his cheeks flushing rather triumphantly. "But you see, I took a job as the lamp putter-outer a while ago because I wanted some extra money. Of course my parents weren't keen on the idea of me being out so late at night, especially when it's so dark out. So every night for...oh...I'd say the last two months, I've been out here putting out the street lamps. Makes very good money, you know." He looked utterly pleased with himself.
'That little sneak,' Peter thought, grinning.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the nursery? Or did..." he trailed off, noticing the bruise on Peter's forehead from where he had been thrown against the window of Wendy's bedroom. A short silence followed, and then John spoke again.
"Peter....what happened?"
Peter took a deep breath and proceeded to tell John everything about that night. He included the kiss, the confession, and Mr. Darling interrupting them and going berserk, and kicking Peter out of the house.
Afterwards John could only sit there and stare at Peter, dumbstruck. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were as big as the china saucers that Mrs. Darling kept in her kitchen.
"I.....I....I can't believe it!" John said angrily, jumping to his feet. "And they're still making her marry that bastard?"
Peter nodded, his visions rushing back into his mind, and he stood resolutely. "They can't married, John. You have to help me stop them. They won't believe you if you tell them about Edward. They'll just think you're trying to stir up trouble....do you think Wendy would tell them?"
John shook his head. "She's too submissive....she wouldn't dream of it. Besides, they probably wouldn't believe her....or at least, father might. Usually when he has outbursts like that he feels horrible and guilty afterwards, and then it's mother who comes in and tells us off. It's rather horrid. I'm scared of what she might do to Wendy, though."
"Why is it your mother that does that?" Peter asked curiously.
"Because she loves father. She stands up for him all the time, and is constantly telling us why he's brave if we try to say something not-so-nice about him. She scares me a lot of the time. I hope she didn't get too mad at Wendy."
Peter's anger at Mr. Darling lifted a little at his words, but his stomach was still in knots with anger at Mrs. Darling.
"How long has this been going on?" Peter asked.
"Maybe two years now. But I honestly think she feels badly afterwards, she always comes back and apologizes to us. It's like a vicious cycle."
"I can't believe they'd let her marry someone like that," he whispered, his eyes blazing with an anger that was similar to that of Mrs. Darling's. "That's just disgusting."
John nodded, and unearthed his wallet from within his jacket.
"Peter," he said, his voice becoming instructive. "I'm going to give you some money to stay at the inn. You are going to rescue Wendy, and it will be grand and adventurous, and put my parents and Edward to shame! It will be magnificent, just wait!"
Peter looked at John curiously, his spirits slightly lifted with John's energetic words. "How are we going to do it?" he asked.
"I don't know yet," John said, a smile beginning to spread over his face. "I don't know, but when I do....Edward will have a wedding day to remember, mark my words!"
Peter began to smile with John, feeling utterly cheerful with vengeance now. "A wedding day to remember," he repeated triumphantly.
"Now go, Peter, go and stay at the inn for a while. I'll come and get you soon enough. Run!"
Peter grabbed the money from John's hand and took to the air, his triumphant spirit soaring with him. "Goodbye John!" he called back to the boy's shrinking figure.
He saw him wave, and heard his voice carrying over the wind. "Have faith, Peter!"
John disappeared from sight, and Peter smiled happily.
If John ever figured out what they were going to do, it would most certainly be a wedding day to remember.
Now, where was that inn?
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Afterthoughts: Well, that was a triumphant chapter! Kind of angsty at the beginning, yes, but overall kind of silly and lighthearted. Even I don't know how Peter and John are going to rescue Wendy, it's all a surprise!! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter more than the last, I'm sorry 14 was kind of a dud for you all. Thanks again!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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