Well, here we are again with another chapter. Remember that other plot twist I was playing with? Yeah, it's in this chapter. And this will be the last chapter until at least Friday. I have a portfolio review Friday and I still have a lot to get done for it. So, enjoy, and as always, thanks so much for all the reviews. You guys are amazing.
Chapter 15: Visions
There was a sudden commotion outside on Wendy's balcony that drew her to the window. She pulled open the window and looked out. Her heart jumped into her throat. Peter lay sprawled on her balcony, not moving, laying on a pool of blood. Amanda stood in back of him, retracting her knife from his back. She looked up at Wendy, and cleaned the knife on her dress. "Oh, hello Wendy." She grinned politely. "Lovely evening, isn't it?"
Wendy's bottom lip trembled, and she threw herself to the ground beside Peter. "You… you!"
"Yes, I killed him," Amanda said. "About time too."
"Peter," Wendy whispered. She placed two fingers to his neck. There was no pulse. He was dead. "Peter!" She screamed, tears leaking out of her eyes.
Amanda dug the dirt out of her fingernails with her knife. "Yes, yes, he's dead. Let's move on, shall we?"
"YOU!" Wendy screamed. "You killed Peter! I'll kill you!"
Amanda chuckled, "You have bigger problems. You've sprung a leak."
Wendy felt something wet trickling down her thighs. She dabbed at it with her hand. Blood.
She was bleeding.
The baby!
No! No, this couldn't be happening! She bent down to Peter, her knees sliding in his blood. There was so much damn blood! And he hadn't moved… he really was gone. "I'm so sorry," She said. "God, I'm so sorry. I love you so much."
"I love you so much!" Amanda mimicked.
Wendy stared up at her, her eyes flashing. "You. You're going to pay!" Wendy grabbed a hand held mirror on her dresser and threw it to the floor. She picked up one of the shards of glass and lunged at Amanda. Amanda dodged her easily by flying in the air, and Wendy sailed over her balcony.
It took her a second to realize she couldn't fly. She didn't have any fairy dust, and she was falling…
Before she hit the ground, Wendy awoke. She was safe in her bed in her room, but she was dripping with sweat, and her hands gripped her pillows.
It had all been a dream.
Tinker Bell hurried back through the forest, straight toward the Hollow. Why did it have to be raining? The rain slowed her down considerably as she dodged huge drops. Finally, she found her way back to the hollow, and found Peter (surprise surprise), sitting on his bed, staring into space. She did everything she could to get his attention. She smacked his nose, and tugged his hair. Annoyed, he turned to her. "What?"
"Amanda's going to kill you!" She chimed.
Peter crossed his arms across his chest and stared at her.
"I heard her down in Mermaid Lagoon!" She said.
"You've been spending too much time with Wendy," He replied, and waved her off with his hand.
But Tinker Bell would not be discouraged. She grabbed a lock of his hair and didn't stop pulling until she pulled it out.
"Oww!" Peter snarled, clamping his head. "What's wrong with you?"
Again, Tinker Bell tried to tell him the truth, "Amanda wants you dead!"
He shook his head, "Between you and Wendy, you're going to make me go bald."
Tinker Bell didn't know what else to do. If Peter wouldn't believe her, she'd get someone else to… seven someones. She rushed into the nursery and prodded the children awake.
Tinker Bell was really heart broken. Peter wouldn't believe her, he wouldn't believe the children… what else could she do? After she had woken them, Peter had sent her out of the hollow in anger. She sat on the headboard of his bed while he slept, and thought. Who was one person that could make him change his mind? Who was the one person Peter loved more than any other? And then suddenly, it clicked.
Wendy.
It had to work! She'd go and get Wendy! Yes, that would set everything right! Grinning, Tinker Bell flew out of the hollow as fast as she could.
Wendy walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. What a horrible nightmare. She dried her face, and stared at her reflection. Was it her imagination, or was a small light hovering over her right shoulder? She felt her hair being tugged. Tinker Bell!
"Tink!" Wendy shouted. "Tink, what are you doing here?"
Tinker Bell began jingling and jangling, not making a word of sense to Wendy. If only she could have understood fairy language. "Is something wrong? Something with Peter?"
Tinker Bell nodded quickly.
"Well," Wendy said, "he's got Amanda to take care of him."
Tinker Bell shook her head so quickly Wendy thought it was going to fly off her shoulders. She pointed at Wendy and drew a heart in the air.
Wendy sighed, "I'm pregnant, Tink. Peter doesn't want me anymore."
Tinker Bell clapped her little hands over her mouth.
"If you didn't know, you know now," Wendy said. She walked past Tink and down the hall to her room. She got into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "What Peter and I had is gone. He's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't want me or this baby…"
And Wend started to wonder what it would be like for her and her child…
Down a dark alley a young woman dressed in rags pushes a wheel barrow of fruit, a small child clinging to her arm.
"Fruit!" The woman yells, "Fruit for sale!"
As we inspect this scene closer, we can clearly see that the woman is none other than Wendy Darling, and the small child none other than her and Peter's daughter.
"Mummy, can we rest please? My feet hurt." The little girl is no older than five, with sunshine colored hair and bright blue eyes.
"You know we can't, Jane. It is nearly dark, and I haven't sold a single pear…" Wendy's voice trailed off. After she had her daughter, Wendy was considered an old maid and impossible to marry. But leave it to Aunt Millicent to fix her up, and she was all but handed to a young man by the name of Thomas Sutter, a banker's son. They were married, but many bad investments later, and they were on the verge of losing their home. Wendy was brought to growing her fruit and selling it, while Thomas went door to door pleading with his clients to give him a second chance.
Exhausted and discouraged, Wendy and Jane returned home to find Thomas sitting on the front steps, a sign nailed to their door.
"We missed the payment again," He said.
"We don't have a home?" Wendy asked breathlessly.
"Mum, I'm hungry. Can we go inside and eat?"
Wendy reached into the wheel barrow and withdrew an apple.
Jane ruffled her nose in disgust. "I want real food."
"Well, it's all we got, so you'd do best to be good and take it."
Jane took the apple and began rolling it in her hands.
"Thomas, what are we going to do?" Wendy asked.
"We're not going to do anything," He replied. "I've been invited to stay at my sister's."
"But what about Jane and I?"
Thomas shrugged, "You dug your own hole, now you have to climb out." And with a tip of his hat, he disappeared in the moonlight.
Wendy crumpled to the steps of her old home.
"Where's daddy going?" Jane asked.
"Away," Wendy whispered.
A familiar gust of wind blew against Wendy's cheek. She looked up and stared into the unmistakable form of Peter.
"Peter!" Wendy shouted, "I knew you'd come back, I just knew it!"
"Quiet, you old crone," He said.
"Old crone?" Wendy asked. "It's me, Wendy."
"Wendy?" Peter asked, "I don't remember any Wendy. It's always been Amanda and I."
"This is your daughter," Wendy said. "This is Jane."
Peter bent down to the small girl. "Would you like to come away?"
"You have to remember me," Wendy interrupted.
Jane smiled, "To where?"
"A place where I can fill your belly and we can go on adventures!"
"Yes!" Jane cried.
Peter grinned, and scooped up Jane in his arms.
"Wait!" Wendy shouted. "I want to come to!"
Peter laughed, "Never Land has no place for old people." And he took to the sky with the small girl.
"Come back!" Wendy shouted. She buried her head in her hands, and cried.
Tinker Bell thought Wendy was in some kind of trance for a few minutes. But then her eyes focused again, and she turned to the small fairy. "I won't let that happen."
Tinker Bell had no idea what she was talking about. But she had to convey her message to Wendy about Amanda. As quickly as she could, she told the tale in charades.
Wendy gave one last look around her room. "I knew she wasn't to be trusted. Lead the way, Tink."
And she was covered in fairy dust.