Peter, obeying, stopped Blue with a dry pull of the reins. He stood on the saddle and leapt into the air, having some trouble at first into focusing in a happy thought, for his happy thought was gone, and a new one was not firm enough. Also his throat was dry with worry, since he could smell danger and scented a very horrible peril that had passed through here. Upon entering the darkness of the room he realized everything was normal, the bed was on it's place, and there was no sing of violence. Everything was as it should be except one thing, a long, deep gash on the wall, in the shape of the scar he had in his abdomen, which had been carved as a signature on the wall with something round but extremely sharp. Like a beast's claw.
Peter gnashed his teeth, baring them like a wild beast, his eyebrows narrowed nearly hiding the inflamed eyes upon observing, through a veil of blood red the signature. He snarled lightly, a light growl rumbling upon his throat as his eyes layed, through frustration and rage, upon the crumpled bedcloth, too flattened to suppose the existance of the small sleeping form.
"Hook" hissed Peter with such voice that it almost seemed as if the only mention of that name was poison to his mouth. "but, but it cant be, I killed him!" he whinned oppening his eyes wide upon feeling the light of realization dawning on him.
The young boy leapt through the window and hovered torwards Liz, still mounted on Pegasso, twsting her hands around and watching eagerly and with a somber gaze at the open window and the lolling curtains waving at her. Her arch straightened sharply upon seeing the form of the boy leaping off the window to hover as light as a feather to the floor. The abrutp move was interpreted as a sing by the horse, who started pacing lightly and calmly torwards nowhere. Liz, accustomed to having ridden horses since very young, regained control quickly and pulled on the reins without much force, but enough to make the animal stop.
She turned quickly to Peter, who was already on the ground, and examined his form anxiously, reading in the flaming eyes, tense jaw and shaded skin that which she had fought against to believe. She felt her blood freeze in her veins, and then shatter into a million knives that cut through her heart and soul. She saw the world spiral around her, and the curtains still saying goodbye to their young owner. She saw a horror greater than imagination, and suddenly she knew how deffenseless and useless her existence was against this.
"I'm sorry Liz!" muttered Peter somberly, in a weak, whisper like voice.
"Peter...we have to do something, we have to go advice the police, I...you go in and call and I'll gallop around the street to find her, and...!" Liz started frantically, her voice, although strangled with tears, a high pitched shrill full of potence, and her hands waving so frantically that Pegasso nieghed nervously.
"Liz..Liz!" yelled Peter at her, standing by the animal to calm then both before the noble creature decided to go on a rampage, "the police wont be able to do anything!" explained Peter calmly once he had managed to call ehr attention, yet his eyes looking sideways signaled the seriousness of the problem.
"what do you mean? The police will be able to find her! It's what we do when someone is kidnapped!" yelled Liz so loudly through her strangled tears that Pegasso nieghed again and stomped roughly on the floor.
"I know who did it Liz! It was Captain Hook, he left his signature carved on the wall!" explained Peter ignoring her yells, and clenching his fists so tightly at the mention of that man's name that his knuckles became pale white.
"but...but...but...!" Liz attempted, the shock so strong that the blood drained from her skin, and the colour melted, "you said you had killed him!" insisted Liz in the incoherence of her sister being kidnapped by the bad guy from a fairy tale.
"I had! I understand it as much as you, but I do know one thing, we have to fly to Neverland if we want to rescue her!" Peter exclaimed, he was as shocked as she was by this situation, but his determination was an energy that boosted his body, and the adrenaline bloomed and flowed through his veins sent by the anxiety and excitement of the battle.
"Fly to Neverland? How are we going to do that? And how do you know he's there?" snapped Liz now angrily, letting all her frustration and fear to slap Peter harshly, confused and angry, and afraid as she was. Hence her desires to live a true epic adventure this was far from her world's reality, suddenly befriending and loving an antique tale and having her sister kidnapped by an evil pirate, only to catapult them torwards an island in a star.
"I know he's there because he wants to be found. Hook knows I've become...very attatched to you in this months..." commented Peter turning a slight shade of pinkish red, "and is using that which you are most attatched to to get to me, because he knows I'd do anything it required for you and your happiness!" commented Peter, fnding the animal's hoofs highly interesting, and becoming such a bright tone of red if glowed like a bulb in a disco.
"but Peter, I can't fly!" complained Liz insisting in any fact that could keep her close to her world, although she deeply desired to fly and feel free, like a copper dragon, powerful and quick.
Peter looked up at her and floated up until he was eye to eye with her, a charming and knowing smile plastered oon his lips, "you can Liz because you've got wings, all you have to do is believe!" he explained graciously, whispering the last word in her ear.
The closeness of his body and the sensation of his warm breath on her ears not only did it send chills upon her back, but made her feel a certain excitement that was not only close to sensual, but also mixed with the adrenaline of a will to fly, fight and live that which she had always dreamed for. Liz closed her eyes and concentrated, she imagined a white form, the powerful head and sharp claws, strong wings and fibrous body which's muscles rippled as it ran rapidly torwards a cliff. She felt herself lighter, free of all worry, nearly like a child, happy and joyful.
A shrilly neigh of shock and worry echoed down in the distance, but it was so numb that it never penetrated Liz's blissful mind. She felt it, the pleasant feeling of the wind kissing her cheeks and humid lips with it's refreshing essence, caressing her body and playing with her hair, dancing with every inch of flaming silk threads on her head. It was then that she realize she could no longer feel Pegasso's breathing under her legs, indeed she had stopped riding the charming creature only to gallop on the wind mustang.
"see? You can do it!" howled Peter jofully suddenly letting loose of her hands.
Liz stumbled lightly, which forced her to automatically open her eyes. She say herself floating lightly higher than the last time this experience had ocurred to her. Under her feet Pegasso was tossing his head nervously, while Blue paced tranquily across the small meadow, unworried. They were no bigger than ants, and the house was a pebble of flaming red tiles and a wall of pale bricks.
The young woman screamed, but it was nothing like a terrified yell, more the cry of freedom, of chains broken, of a reality fading into a pleasant dream. Peter grinned at the happiness of the woman and twirled quickly in the air, motioning with his hand to follow him.
"which way is Neverland?" inquired Liz euphoric, practially trembling with that nervous feeling and the tickle in her stomach.
"second star to the right and on till morning!" yelled Peter at her to make himself heard through the rumbling of the wind in their ears.
The on they flew, over the skies of London, the people were mere ants, and the cars raced with blurs of light that vivrated froma pale to a crimson. Elly grinned and filled her lungs with so much air they began to burn. Letting it loose she managed to make a whistling sound that resembled the call of a prey bird's, a shriek that boomed across the sky and rained over the people. Delighted she saw various people stop their walk to look up, some pointing, others inquiring, and many more casting a despreocupied glance only to follow with their egoistical doings. Peter turne around and floated backwards, smiling at the woman and her delighted, luminous face, glowing like a faerie.
Peter examined her closely, the way her body curved into a firm breast, a delicate waist and strong yet slender legs. The clothes she was wearing, a very small, black T-shirt and the jean pirates embraced her curves so perfectly and firmly, almost as if trying to hold her delicacy together. The way her hair glistened like fire, sparkling with a calidness in it's silky texture whenever the light caressed it enviously and the wind danced with each strand. The way her lips pursed with concentration as she flied, and how her pearly teeth glistened like fragments of the moon every time she smiled. The way her eyes seemed to hide a magick beneath, how they seemed to be examining the inside of your soul. She did seem like a fairy to him, not a fairy, far more than that, an elven maiden.
Liz looked up and saw him observing her whole figure with a dazzled, nearly dreamy look, fascinated to the most. A shy smile curved her lips and a tint of blush flushed upon her cheeks. Peter smiled back at her, but he couldnt help feeling shy and turning around to focus on their path.
"I have feelings of grown ups!" thought Peter, "I like her, a lot, those are feelings of grown ups. I've not only grown in body in this past 5 years of being in the Mainland, but now I've become a teenager in mind." His mind went on.
Suddenly the boy felt a sudden fear that froze his body. He had not realized before but he was growing up, he had and was growing up, and soon he would not be able to fly and the Neverland would forget him as he would. He could not return to the Mainland, it would only destroy him, Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up, would be gone forever. However a sting of pain shot through his heart. Staying in Neverland would mean being away from Liz unless he managed to convince her to stay. He realized, for the first time, that he cared for this woman in a very intense way, and while it was pleasant it was also painful and frustrating when she wasnt around.
Peter saw the woman attempting to reach his speed, and with an indulgent smile he saw the fine, silvery thread of wire that formed an anthenae, invisible enemy lurking in the dark, blending with the enviroment, waiting like a flytrap to capture any beast that, carelessly, flew past it's sharp thorns. Peter plunged himself to one side, fearlessly, grabbing the girls waist and turning around so quickly he managed to pull her off the path easily. Liz smiled at the boy with bright eyes and a radiant glow in her face, letting her body rest upon his in flight, for he was hovering on his back. Peter returned the smile feeling slightly uncomfortable due to his thoughts, and trying to consider the painful act of abandoning her.
"Peter, now that your happy thought was found vanished!" Liz comenced her inquiry in a very light tone, careful as not to hurt him again, "what is your new happy thought? Because you need one to fly!" finished the girl tilting her head to one side.
"Liz!" started Peter calmly, staring into her eyes intensely, "that's for me to know and for you to find out!" he said brightly and dived from under her stomach.
Liz lost her balance for a brief second, but inmediatly regained it when her mind focused again into a white blurr of snow purity. Peter then flew up so quickly Liz nearly tumbled to one side upon receiving a strong gust of wind.
"Follow Me!" called Peter from the darkness that expanded menacingly over them.
Liz examined the flying being hesitantly considering all that was up there was outer space, but she didnt question his doings for he was to know what they were doing. She flew after him until all below was nothing but an enormous meteorologic map. Suddenly the reached a point where the temperature changed from a slight warm to an intense cold, and the friction that offered a denser athmosphere dissapeared when they reached gravity 0.
"Peter!" her voice echoed in a frightened call for him, "this is outer space!" she warned with a trembling voice, and hugging her shoulder in a hopeless attempt to regain her body heat.
"I know, isn't it fantastic?" commented Peter crossing his arms and floating calmly in front of her.
It was indeed such a marvelous vision, of an intense beauty, the inmense darkness sparkled with luminous figures of sparkling colours. The sun with it's golden crests illuminting their faces into a copperish tone. The planets floated calmly around them, bigger than ever, of a flaming red, of a crystal cold. And the earth seemed cleaner and more beautiful than ever, with it's intense blue sparkled in greenish and whites from the forests and clouds, and the vast extensions of the Sahara was a pale spot in such beauty. It was a vision Liz was likely never going to forget.
"Come, it's right over there, pretty close!" exclaimed Peter excitedly pointing at a pale blueish sphere glowing in the distance.
It was a nebulosa, the shell of blueish vapours held a heart of an intense orange and reds, speckled with violets and yellows, and stranded with some greens. It had the apereance of a soft, cottony texture, yet it was not static, but moved lazily around a core. The core was the blinding flash of a white star, intense luminousity yet somewhow cold and palid with a warmth of it's own. Liz was alarmed since stars are known to burn at inimaginable temperatures, and a white one was nothing to joke about.
"relax Liz!" said Peter soothingly, grabbing her hand with a tender care, "I know it's odd, but that's Neverland, it's not a star but a piece of land floating in space!" explained Peter, "sostained by Magick!" he finished with a grin.
The boy flew behind the young female and grabbed her waist. He pressed her hard against his chest and smiled funny upon feeling Liz tense lightly. She was not accustomed to feeling such intense sensations, far from any certain lust it was more like a passionate feeling, something blooming and growing strongly into her heart.
"it's the only way to get there!" he whispered soothingly into her ear, so lovingly Liz could not help sighing.
Suddenly the world blurred at the speed Peter had gained, the colours mixed and fussed with passion, and the forms vanished into ameba like beings of undefined shape. Then the world around her exploded into a brilliance of colour, passing from something close to a wormhole up to a world blooming with life. It was an island standing proud and tall, all blooming with humid green of glittering colours, and sparkled with the tones of the rainbow. There was a bay, similar to a lagoon, and smoke rose fromone of the high hills. And under their feet was the dreaded ship, almost sumed in shadows, irradiating evil and darkness, covered with a black mist that was tenebrous, symbol to the horrors in it, horrors greater than years ago.
Liz made an attempt to liberate Peter's grip from her waist, trying to reach that ship and save her sister, not leaving with a special bonus of a kick on Hook's shins, as a price for his great and candid job. Peter's grip however tightened lightly, keeping her grabbed firmly and securely upon his warmth.
"let me at him, Peter, I'mm gonna shove his hook up his ass!" snarled Liz in a frantic reaction of a wild animal in captivity.
"no Liz, Hook wont do anything to her until he's got me. We are going to the tree house to rest and grab some weapons, tomorrow we'll attack!" explained Peter gritting his teeth from the effort.
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The tree house was dusty and dark, but once lit a candle it's warmth and cozyness was such that no home could compare. Liz let herself fall upon one of the beds, the largest, Peter's bed. It was cozy, created with hay and dry leaves, and covered with the skin of a furry beast, most likely a bear from the dark colour and the fluffy ammount of fur, and that fish scent that remained in it if you concentrated enough.
"I admit I'm tired!" sighed Liz placing her hand back to try unbutton her bra and release the tension that was pressing against her chest, "Peter!" she called upon realizing the imposibility of such task due to the tension of her arms (which she had used in numerous occasions as an instinct to fly) " could you please unbutton this? I cant myself" she inquired.
Peter did as was told, he placed his hands under her T-shirt and, rather clumsily, managed to snap it open. But the damage was done.
Peter did as was told, he placed his hands under her T-shirt and, rather clumsily, managed to snap it open. But the damage was done. The heat of her body affected as a draught to him, and the gentle touch of his hands was an spark to her flame. She turned around and their entraced gazes met. It was slow, gentle, when their lips met was the sealing of a pact, one of mutual agreement and one of sublime and spiritual importance. He gently pushed her down and smiled lovingly, keeping his hands pressed against her warm skin. It wasnt long until their passion was liberated and their bodies fussed in one, tasting, not Liz but Peter the blissful pleasure and love making.
They layed next to each other, sweaty, resting their extreme use of energy in the warmth of each body. The bed was humid from their actions, the salty fluid moistened not only their skin which glowed like copper and silver, but also the bear skin underneath them.
"is this love?" inquired Peter ignorantly, a very large smile drawn on his face.
"just one part of it, if the heart is true this is more intense!" gasped Liz embracing herself to Peter with a smile on her face, the fool's smile of an absolute pleasure.
"then I like this!" Peter said very secure of what he wanted, blinded his senses with the bliss of such act, but once passed the rush of testosterone his doubts were to return.
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Liz had woken up the next morning and had decided to take a bath at the lagoon they saw while flying over the island. Her body was sticky from last night, but she had woken fresh and rested, and very happy with herself. Kneeling on a rock Liz washed her hands on a very clear water, yet the darkness revealed the threatening depths of it.
What happened next was quick, but a hand, slimmy ad rubbery, and palmed hand decorated with a pale, greenish skin and black, sharp claws, engulfed her own hand in a firm grip. Liz gasped, but the speed of the pull that submerged her body underwater was such that through the gast she swalloed a large ammount of the sweet, and cold fuild. Fluid of life that was attempting to murder her. Around her she saw, through a hazy crystal of difracted rays and blueish green darkness and light rippling magickally, the various forms of creatures. They were blurry but she recognized the figures of men and women, with black, long hairs that resembled alge from their glossy and slimy appereance. Their feet wer fish tails, finned and beautiful, smooth like a dolphin's skin, and a darker colour than was the skin. Mermaids that were quickly pulling her down in a deadly game, hostile creatures that hated any sort of intrusion into their territory.
A ripple of light, the wave of a very brilliant silvery glow in the very depths of the lagoon, something so calming, the reflection of a light into a body so smooth a livid that lurked in the depths, yet of a colour so pure it could bring no harm. But it was that which caused havock in between the mermaids, who quickly shriekked and shrilled in their very acute and painful voices, and vanished in the darkness of the rippling blue.
Liz ignored what had happened, but her lungs were about to explode and her conciousness was drifting off into the land of all peace and bliss. A white blurr had plunged into the lagoon, having seen her being pulled in. The beast held her with powerful paws and pulled her out rapidly, making an enormous effort to pull his humid body out as well. He rested the girl on the beach and pressed on her chest to force her to spit all the water. A calid vomit fell upon the paw accompained with a series of chocking coughs, and Liz's eyes fluttered open to observe the face of her savior. She inhaled a deep, shocked breath, and her eyes widdened greatly as her back straightened. Liz would have expected anything, a prince warrior or a charming elf, or even her Peter, but she never expected to be saved by...
To Be Continued...
AN: ok, this chapter was...somewhat long, ok? Who has saved Liz? I'm letting you time to try and guess, ok?:P dnt tell me no clues, they are all over the story :P. Ok review and tell me how you are liking it.