Peter heard the fear in the woman's voice, smelled the danger with it's bitter and intesne scent. He turned around quickly, dropping the book onto the grass,where it's delicate pages curled and cracked with the humidity. There was a collective gasp, the time stopped in the playground and the people froze in their places, silent, observing with shock expressions redable in all faces the shocking event that had taken place. None expected things to get this far, a matter of simple jeallowsy, a man gone crazy and an attack with a blade directed to the heart of the innocent soul. But nobody had even imagined the turn of things, for Peter had turned around swiftly, with sharp reflexes, and with a move quicker than eyes could see he had taken out a dagger and stopped the attack with the mastery of one who has been in many fights.

Josh's eyes widdened greatly, shocked at the teen's speed and accuracy, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes and paled his skin for Peter, in his innocence, flashed now with mischief, the way his eyebrows curled, the way his lips smiled knowingly, and the way his eyes glinted with the sparkle of an intelligent child's spirit.

"Turner, she's mine, leave her alone!" hissed the basilisk murderously, regaining his composture.

"she stopped being yours the day you abandoned her, you egocentric trout!" snarled the boy baring his teeth, white pearls, reflections of the moon and the stars, which now attempted to look threatening enough.

And so it started, Josh plunged forward with his miserable knife, and Peter dodged with the agility of an eel, turning sideways and hitting Josh in the head with the back of his dagger. The taller man lost his balance and nearly fell off, but regained it and charged, furiously, against Peter, under a war cry that echoed in the silent field. Their blades clashed with an electric spark, but Josh's brutal strength could do nothing against Peter's cunning and experience.

"I would like to kill you, I've killed too many men already!" exclaimed Peter with a knowing smile overflowed with pride.

"I'm sure the anthill will never forgive your crimes!" barked Josh angrily, throwing his arm forward.

Peter leapt up and oppened his legs, so Josh's hand passed right under him, upon landing he stopped a second try to stab him by blocking the blade's path with his dagger. Several quick moves of their hands, and the clashing sound of metal against metal developed the fury of the battle. As a last attept Peter kicked Josh on his legs, which made the man collapse on a heap on the ground. Inmediatly Peter pounced over the frightened man, stepped on his chest and pressed the dagger to the man's throat threatening.

"forget Liz, it's her choice not yours, she had decided already!" warned Peter in a silent whisper, snarling like a wolf.

The young boy stood up and left calmly, approaching a terrified girl that had been watching, petrified, frozen in her place, unable to do anything and frightened about loosing the only man who had ever proven to care about her. Peter passed a comforting arm around her shoulder and dragged her away from the conmotion and tension of the fight.

"it's ok Liz, he wont bother you any more!" said Peter in a soothing voice, hugging the woman tightly when they where alone in the silence of the corridors.

"I was so frightened of loosing you! Josh is a brute, but I never thought him capable of doing something like that!" Liz said in a trembling voice that reflected her still altered state.

"life can be tought at time!" commented Peter so calmly that it seemed as if his affirmation was useless and unimportant.

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"Peter, I found Wendy!" exclaimed Liz's voice through the telephone, however her mood was far from excited, (although she tried to appear excited), a tone in her voice delated a grim, suspicious and almost depressive and hesitant state of mood.

"that is fantastic, Liz, I'll be there in a second, well go see, her, ok? You've gotta meet her!" exclaimed a truly excited Peter, his voice flowing with euphory, happiness, and delight, the truly cheerful boy he was, a child with great news.

"yes...I'm sure about that!" muttered Liz grimly upon hanging the comunication item, her eyes glancing sideways, sadly and worried.

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The bus was shaking gently upon it's movements, trembling with its usual and continuous murmurr, a rather loud purring that went unnoticed to each passenger, inmersed in their own thoughts and duties. Peter was beaming, his face illuminated with a sudden joy, a gentle blush creeping upon his face timidly as his mind floated across a sea of distant memories. Liz was smiling indulgently at him, her lips twitched in the corners, forced to expand in a grin that appear somber and false. But Peter didn't notice, so inmersed as he was in his joy and bliss.

"well, I had the courage to introduce myself, and prayed to hear a story, she told them like no one did, boy was she good! And pretty, she was pretty, not saying you aren't, because you are, even more in your own charm, but she was special." He started relating excitedly, gesticulating profusely with his hands.

"yes, I have no doubt about that charm..." commented Liz weakly, smiling forcely and giggling nervously, attempting hopelessly to appear as happy as he was.

"and then she wanted to give me a kiss, but instead gave me a thimble because I acted so confused, and the way she acted her stories? And what a great swordswoman she was, nearly better than I was. And she had that kiss, here, on the right corner of her mouth...and she gave it to me!" Peter explained, pointing hesitantly and Liz's right corner on her mouth.

"it's great Peter!" said Liz, this time her smile, the one to appear naturally and unconciously, was true, gentle and feeble but radiant with light as thoughts of a perfect love bloomed in her mind. Liz, although she had a harsh and rather rough nature (which could be even cruel, and was often said she was the worst enemy one could have) was a romantic like the most.

"oh beautiful, could it be?" exclaimed Peter almost theatrically, gasping with surprise that wasn't meant.

"what?" inquired Liz whose attention had distracted her greatly, and her surprise was original and rather confused.

"what do you have here? In the left hand corner of your mouth? It is...isn't it?" Peter commented acting exageratedly, pointing out with a trembling finger at the woman's lips.

"Peter...what is it?" she inquired worried, touching her lips in search of any sort of dirt anything she ate might have left. A woman of age turned around and eyed the two disgustedly and with a look of disaproval, look that was ignored by the children.

"there it is, perfectly drawn, a kiss...you still wait that man to whom you will grant such treasure!" commented Peter with a charming smile, and a knowing glint in his eye, so mischievous it was a funny sight to the girl.

"oh Peter, be sure I won't give it to you, you've got one, let's share with others not so fortunate!" explained Liz raising her head and addint a voice of wisdom that was highly irritating, giving herself fake airs of Know-It-All.

"aww, wouldn't you trust me with something so precious?" Peter exclaimed looking hurt, his blue eyes staring at Liz so intensely it was impossible not to fall in such depths, hypnotised by the call of the sky's freedom.

"ah, look, it's...it's here!" Liz pointed out when she felt herself being plunged forward by the sudden stopping of the enormous wheeled beast. Her mood, which had arisen to levels of joking and enjoying with  the plenity of her soul, quickly dropped with the weight of plumber, a heavy stone, so dense it could go through the glass without breaking it. Peter, leaping behind her into the grey pavement of the street, eyed the location intently, confused, and with a quiver of fear trembling in his lower lip.

"she's....here?" Peter inquired fearfully, raising an eyebrow, his spirits nearly dropping to his feet, however a hopeful light attempting to rise in the horizon of his heart.

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'Wendy Moira Angela Darling

1879-1977

Your Children and Grandchildren Won't Forget You

R.I.P'

Carved on a beautifully, cross shapped marble of a gothic style was such inscription. A faded photograph of a woman not so young was crowning the whole structure. Peter's spirit collapsed on his feet, defeated, depressed, and darkenned by a shadow which creeped and engulfed his figure. All that light and joy that illuminated the ever happy boy had faded, turned off, extinguished light of aminuscule star that breathed it's last gulps of desperate hidrogen to keep it's luminity alit.

"Peter, maybe it's not her, if she was a friend of your childhood it can't be, this woman died nearly 30 years ago at the age of 98 years!" explained Liz placing a hand on his shoulder, and gasping loudly at how tense and cold he was.

"you don't understand it Liz..." muttered the boy through clenched teeth, tears falling in trails down his cheeks, and his blue colour had become such a dull grey it seemed as if clouds had arrived to his view and rain fell in it's gentle, monotone dance.

The young teenager turned around, emmiting a yell of pure frustration and anger, digging his nails in the palm of his hands so that an intense pain could reach his bones. It was an ache greater than any Liz had ever seen, his soul and spirits had shattered, and he blamed himself for the demise of this woman, gone before he was even bornt. Peter dashed torwards the exit in a blind sprint, Liz followed at full speed, attempting to keep up with him, until her lungs were burning. The young boy was not looking, his race was a rampage, a desperate attempt to reach the ray of light that had been his life before the sun set completely. And Liz, in her incoherent race, ignored his pain, he could not have known this woman unless there was a secret, greater than her imagination, hidden in his being.

Peter stopped on the road at the strident sound of a shrilling being, yelling at him from the side. He stopped dry, surprised by the suddeness of such call, frozen with a sudden fear that was not to be explained, for he ignored the causes of such feeling. A monstruous being, red like the fire, blazing with hathred and menace, eyes of crystal, glowing with a pleased glint as it pounced upon it's prey. Claws the darkest black, but instead of sharp they looked strange, from his view like hooves, attached to legs that didnt exist for this being crawled on it's stomach. A wide mouth, closed, yet similar to a whale's jaw, smiling with the pleasure of who enjoys fear, a black blood dripping from it. And a crest of transparent skin revealed the pressence of it's previous meal, a young man with a face broken with fear, startled to no end and hanging with strength to the throat bell, of a round shape, as not to be swallowed completely.

The beast pounced on Peter, first with a fearsome growl that was nor beast, nor monstruous, but with a mixture of the faerie's song. All this was followed by a triumphant shrill and the attempt to slow down as not to trample it's meal to useless points.

"Peter, WATCH OUT!" yelled Liz paler than snow, gathering the strength to scream in her fear before her lungs bursted completely. She had seen with fearful eyes, bulging with terror, the elegant sports car rushing in a tranquil, yet rapid race, a confident driver, and the sudden appereance of a boy which gave the motorist no time to stop the monstruous machine of enormous potence.

To Be Continued...

AN: Ok, ready guys for the adventure? That is if Peter manages to scape from being run over by a car. I wont anticipate anything, just that I'm sure you wont expect the turn I'll give things, and the very end of the story ;). Thank you to all who are reading.