TRAGEDY STRIKES THROUGH THE SOFTEST HEARTS
A virgin, Wendy's a virgin. Peter was still unaware of what exactly a virgin meant. Are all girls virgins? If not, what are they?
"Wendy?" his meek voice asked. Wendy looked up at him. "I love you." Wendy smiled shyly.
"I love you too. More than anything."
Peter smiled, leaning down for a kiss. His eyes were closed, as a faint smile appeared on his face. Wendy smiled, leaning in as well, closing her angelic eyes. And once again, they kissed passionately. Wendy fell to the ground, moaning as Peter towered over her. The stars revealed a purple sky, shedding light on the two. Wendy toyed with one of Peter's vine straps, leaning into him. Peter rolled on the ground beside her, watched her for a moment, feeling the sweat on her forehead.
"Ready?" Peter slyly, yet playfully grinned. Wendy nodded eagerly.
"I always have been ready." Wendy whispered, kissing Peter again. Their playful actions lasted for about twenty minutes, when they fell asleep.
The next morning, Wendy awoke on Peter's strong shoulder. She smiled, tapping Peter awake. Mostly she was glad that she was in the arms of someone strong to protect her.
"What?" Peter mumbled, half asleep.
"Thank you." Wendy laughed. Peter sat up drowsily. "For keeping me safe through the night."
"Did we..." Peter paused, in awe. "DO anything?" Wendy laughed at Peter's worried expression.
"No!" she smirked. She hugged Peter, and kissed his warm shoulder, then stood up.
"What about the Lost Boys?" Peter asked.
"We shall save them." Wendy whispered. "Without bait, please."
"I'll never loose you again." Peter said as he kissed her forehead.
Then a cry came from out of nowhere. It was the cry of Slightly.
"PETER! HELP!" he cried. It was very loud. Peter looked at Wendy and departed.
"Stay safe, and wait for me!" he ordered as he flew off.
"Peter?" Wendy stood up, watching him leave with his sword in hand.
When Peter arrived on the Jolly Roger, he noticed there was no Hook in sight. The pirates were about with a net. The Lost Boys were gagged, pointing behind Peter. Peter turned around, seeing the net is thrown on him. A pirate runs over and grabs Peter's sword and dagger.
"What?" Peter cried in anger. "Let me out!" he ordered. The pirates laughed. "Where's Hook?"
"Hook?" A pirate named Noodler, every inch of him tattooed, taunted. "He's on the mainland." Peter glared at him, slowly catching on. "To find his Wendy." Peter gasped as the others started sneering and laughing at him, kicking him roughly.
"Wendy!" Peter wailed, tears streaming down her face.
Wendy staggered backward. At least there would be no more Hook, for he probably was fighting Peter at the moment. "I'm alright." She spoke softly. "Everything's fine-"She turned around, looking at the ground. Infront of her she found those same black boots, and looked upward. Hook was smiling at her.
"And so we meet again, dear." He joked. Wendy screamed, terrified and bewildered. Two pirates thrusted a heavy net on top of her and wrapped her up in it. Why was she always the damsel in distress? She looked back at Hook as she left the scene. "No, I'm not going to play our little game." Hook laughed. "I don't need your flesh. I want it burned, or fed to the sharks!"
So, it was all rock bottom from there. Time after time, Hook wins. Well not this time, Wendy pledged. She got away once. She could get away again.
A virgin, Wendy's a virgin. Peter was still unaware of what exactly a virgin meant. Are all girls virgins? If not, what are they?
"Wendy?" his meek voice asked. Wendy looked up at him. "I love you." Wendy smiled shyly.
"I love you too. More than anything."
Peter smiled, leaning down for a kiss. His eyes were closed, as a faint smile appeared on his face. Wendy smiled, leaning in as well, closing her angelic eyes. And once again, they kissed passionately. Wendy fell to the ground, moaning as Peter towered over her. The stars revealed a purple sky, shedding light on the two. Wendy toyed with one of Peter's vine straps, leaning into him. Peter rolled on the ground beside her, watched her for a moment, feeling the sweat on her forehead.
"Ready?" Peter slyly, yet playfully grinned. Wendy nodded eagerly.
"I always have been ready." Wendy whispered, kissing Peter again. Their playful actions lasted for about twenty minutes, when they fell asleep.
The next morning, Wendy awoke on Peter's strong shoulder. She smiled, tapping Peter awake. Mostly she was glad that she was in the arms of someone strong to protect her.
"What?" Peter mumbled, half asleep.
"Thank you." Wendy laughed. Peter sat up drowsily. "For keeping me safe through the night."
"Did we..." Peter paused, in awe. "DO anything?" Wendy laughed at Peter's worried expression.
"No!" she smirked. She hugged Peter, and kissed his warm shoulder, then stood up.
"What about the Lost Boys?" Peter asked.
"We shall save them." Wendy whispered. "Without bait, please."
"I'll never loose you again." Peter said as he kissed her forehead.
Then a cry came from out of nowhere. It was the cry of Slightly.
"PETER! HELP!" he cried. It was very loud. Peter looked at Wendy and departed.
"Stay safe, and wait for me!" he ordered as he flew off.
"Peter?" Wendy stood up, watching him leave with his sword in hand.
When Peter arrived on the Jolly Roger, he noticed there was no Hook in sight. The pirates were about with a net. The Lost Boys were gagged, pointing behind Peter. Peter turned around, seeing the net is thrown on him. A pirate runs over and grabs Peter's sword and dagger.
"What?" Peter cried in anger. "Let me out!" he ordered. The pirates laughed. "Where's Hook?"
"Hook?" A pirate named Noodler, every inch of him tattooed, taunted. "He's on the mainland." Peter glared at him, slowly catching on. "To find his Wendy." Peter gasped as the others started sneering and laughing at him, kicking him roughly.
"Wendy!" Peter wailed, tears streaming down her face.
Wendy staggered backward. At least there would be no more Hook, for he probably was fighting Peter at the moment. "I'm alright." She spoke softly. "Everything's fine-"She turned around, looking at the ground. Infront of her she found those same black boots, and looked upward. Hook was smiling at her.
"And so we meet again, dear." He joked. Wendy screamed, terrified and bewildered. Two pirates thrusted a heavy net on top of her and wrapped her up in it. Why was she always the damsel in distress? She looked back at Hook as she left the scene. "No, I'm not going to play our little game." Hook laughed. "I don't need your flesh. I want it burned, or fed to the sharks!"
So, it was all rock bottom from there. Time after time, Hook wins. Well not this time, Wendy pledged. She got away once. She could get away again.