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Chapter 9
Peters feet slid down the rough roof of the old house he had visited time and again. The only light visible was the softly glowing ball closely following him, and the full moon hovering overhead.
Placing one foot on the slippery sill, that was still glazed wet from the nights mist, his hands gripped the side of the window. Situating himself so he was staring directly in the window, Peter placed his fingertips on the cold glass and watched as the room inside was hazed over with fog overcoming the window from his hot breath.
Wiping away the fog, he held his breath so the image in front of him would not again be covered. Leaning his forehead against the glass, he ignored Tinkerbells protests and her words to try to convince him to return to Neverland that very moment. All he could hear was the gentle gust of wind, and all he could see was the young girl nestled between the blue blankets of her bed.
His form was outlined as a shadow in the moonlight that spilled through the window. He pursed his lips and then grabbed for his dagger. Lifting it to the space where the two parts of the window met, he slipped the thin blade in and moved it up, and removed it when he heard the click of the lock. Pulling open the left side of the window, he winced when it squeaked in protest. Placing the blade back on his belt, he began to glide into the room. Making his way over the sleeping girl, he reached his right hand out so that the tip of his middle finger grazed her cheek. Suddenly he was thrown against the wall on the other side of the room when a great wind rushed through the window.
He tried with all the strength he possessed to rise from the floor, but without success. The hurricane like wind continued to pass through the room, and he covered his head with his arms when he spotted furniture starting to rise from the force of the wind. Lifting his arms, Peter looked toward the bed for the girl and started to crawl towards it. He clenched his fists as he gripped the carpet, and reached one hand up to pull himself to the bed. Fighting the strong winds, he ripped off the blankets to save the girl but found nothing but bare sheets.
Looking around frantically, Peter continued to tear at the empty sheets in search for the missing girl.
"Where are you?!" he screamed out. At just that moment the winds ceased and all was still. Lifting himself off the edge of the bed, Peter floated over to the window cautiously. The street that previously had a few passing cars was now empty, and the sounds of the city didn't echo through the night. There was no sign of life whatsoever.
"Tink…?" Peter finally said in a voice barely above a whisper. His head jerked from side to side, searching for any sign that he was not alone. Then the silence was broken by a small chuckle, which grew into a mad laugh. It echoed all around him, but he could not place where it was coming from. The green clad boy flew higher, searching now for the owner of the laugh.
"Are you scared yet boy?" the voice suddenly asked in a dark tone. Peter stopped in mid turn and froze. Hook. His handsome face twisted into a snarl as he completed his turn in search for his enemy. He was about to yell his usual 'come out and fight me Hook' but he was plunged into absolute darkness before he could get it out.
Peter was falling. He could see nothing around him but darkness, and shot his hands out in every direction to grab onto something. Then a voice came again, but not the cold voice of his adversary. It was warm and comforting, but it was twisted into panic.
"Why Peter….Peter help! Why did you do it…..Why!?" the voice started then all around him it repeated over again, in a pleading fashion. The boy raised his hands to his ears to block it out and shook his head. Warm tears started to fall down his cheeks and he closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to cry out 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' but the words didn't come.
"Peter!" the last voice called, a face appearing in front of him. Her silver eyes pierced his honey colored ones with sadness. Removing a hand from his ear he reached out to touch the familiar face in front of him. But before his hand could touch the soft face, he began falling again, and this time he didn't stop……
"Ahhhh!" Peter screamed, waking up from the all to real dream. He gripped the tree to keep from falling off, and he tried to catch is breath. He wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep but he wished he hadn't. Gulping he leaned against the trunk again and closed his eyes.
After a moment or two, his honey eyes graced the world with their presence again, and he took to the sky.
*With Alex*
Alex stumbled forward as she was pushed by the Indian tailing her. The ropes tied tight across her wrists and neck were beginning to dig into her flesh. Sending a death glare with her sharp eyes up to the princess, she regained her footing again.
The small whimper of Meloney turned the older girls head back towards her. The other girls were tied in a similar fashion, though not as tightly or with as many guards surrounding them. They had been trudging through the Neverland wilderness for an hour or so, and the Indians showed no sign of weariness. But the rough terrain was much different then the even deck of the Jolly Roger the girls where used to.
Alex's tired expression formed into a winced as a large thorn from a nearby tree cut into the flesh just below her neck. Letting out a sigh she tired to think about where about they were. She didn't know much of the island then what was near the water, so they were at the mercy of the natives.
The silver eyed girl let out a sigh of relief and slight fear when she spotted the smoke from the Indians ever going fire, rising not far off. Jerking her head a little to move a piece of hair that had found its way in her face, Alex was pushed forward again.
As the girls and their captures entered the circle of teepee's the chief slipped out of his tent. All of them fidgeted a little when his intimidating form approached them. Tiger Lily stepped forward and began speaking with her father and gestured toward Alex. The large red skinned man stepped forward and glared down at the tightly secured girl.
"You, pirates in red mans territory. Pirates, not welcome." he stated in his deep voice. After a moment, and to her own surprise, Alex found her voice and replied.
"Chief…we didn't know that. The reason we were even on land was to get better acquainted with the island. We didn't mean anything by it…really." she said replied back quickly, hoping that the chief understood her. Hope lit up her face a little when she saw that he was thinking about what she had said. Then that hope faded, and her face was covered by a storm cloud when Tiger Lily spoke up and said something else to her father. The chief narrowed his eyes more when his daughter finished.
"You try kill Little Flying Eagle." she was a little taken aback by this. For she had killed no one, and she didn't know who the hell 'Little Flying Eagle' was. She looked down trying to think about who it was, and when it hit her, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Peter?! You think I tired to kill Peter?!" she practically yelled. Looking back and forth from the chief from Tiger Lily, she noticed the smirk sliding like a snake across the princesses face. Alex wanted to pounce on her and scrape that smirk right off her face screaming 'You lying bitch!', but she knew she would be killed on the spot, so she held back the urge.
"Squaw pirate, burned at stake." the chief announced, with a series of excited yells from the other Indians, and screams of horror and fear from the younger girls behind her.
Four or five men dragged her to the large stake in the middle of the village, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Planting her feet down on the ground as hard as she could, her heels began digging into the dirt. Swinging her still tied arms over, she elbowed one of the men in the ribs and another hard in the back. She brought one leg up and firmly kicked one in the stomach, doubling him over. When she was about to think she had a chance, more men began pulling her and the other people in the camp raised their bow and arrows.
She looked around her for any possible escape, but found nothing. The cheers of encouragement from the girls died down when her struggling stopped, and she walked toward the huge poll cooperatively.
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Chapter 9
Peters feet slid down the rough roof of the old house he had visited time and again. The only light visible was the softly glowing ball closely following him, and the full moon hovering overhead.
Placing one foot on the slippery sill, that was still glazed wet from the nights mist, his hands gripped the side of the window. Situating himself so he was staring directly in the window, Peter placed his fingertips on the cold glass and watched as the room inside was hazed over with fog overcoming the window from his hot breath.
Wiping away the fog, he held his breath so the image in front of him would not again be covered. Leaning his forehead against the glass, he ignored Tinkerbells protests and her words to try to convince him to return to Neverland that very moment. All he could hear was the gentle gust of wind, and all he could see was the young girl nestled between the blue blankets of her bed.
His form was outlined as a shadow in the moonlight that spilled through the window. He pursed his lips and then grabbed for his dagger. Lifting it to the space where the two parts of the window met, he slipped the thin blade in and moved it up, and removed it when he heard the click of the lock. Pulling open the left side of the window, he winced when it squeaked in protest. Placing the blade back on his belt, he began to glide into the room. Making his way over the sleeping girl, he reached his right hand out so that the tip of his middle finger grazed her cheek. Suddenly he was thrown against the wall on the other side of the room when a great wind rushed through the window.
He tried with all the strength he possessed to rise from the floor, but without success. The hurricane like wind continued to pass through the room, and he covered his head with his arms when he spotted furniture starting to rise from the force of the wind. Lifting his arms, Peter looked toward the bed for the girl and started to crawl towards it. He clenched his fists as he gripped the carpet, and reached one hand up to pull himself to the bed. Fighting the strong winds, he ripped off the blankets to save the girl but found nothing but bare sheets.
Looking around frantically, Peter continued to tear at the empty sheets in search for the missing girl.
"Where are you?!" he screamed out. At just that moment the winds ceased and all was still. Lifting himself off the edge of the bed, Peter floated over to the window cautiously. The street that previously had a few passing cars was now empty, and the sounds of the city didn't echo through the night. There was no sign of life whatsoever.
"Tink…?" Peter finally said in a voice barely above a whisper. His head jerked from side to side, searching for any sign that he was not alone. Then the silence was broken by a small chuckle, which grew into a mad laugh. It echoed all around him, but he could not place where it was coming from. The green clad boy flew higher, searching now for the owner of the laugh.
"Are you scared yet boy?" the voice suddenly asked in a dark tone. Peter stopped in mid turn and froze. Hook. His handsome face twisted into a snarl as he completed his turn in search for his enemy. He was about to yell his usual 'come out and fight me Hook' but he was plunged into absolute darkness before he could get it out.
Peter was falling. He could see nothing around him but darkness, and shot his hands out in every direction to grab onto something. Then a voice came again, but not the cold voice of his adversary. It was warm and comforting, but it was twisted into panic.
"Why Peter….Peter help! Why did you do it…..Why!?" the voice started then all around him it repeated over again, in a pleading fashion. The boy raised his hands to his ears to block it out and shook his head. Warm tears started to fall down his cheeks and he closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to cry out 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' but the words didn't come.
"Peter!" the last voice called, a face appearing in front of him. Her silver eyes pierced his honey colored ones with sadness. Removing a hand from his ear he reached out to touch the familiar face in front of him. But before his hand could touch the soft face, he began falling again, and this time he didn't stop……
"Ahhhh!" Peter screamed, waking up from the all to real dream. He gripped the tree to keep from falling off, and he tried to catch is breath. He wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep but he wished he hadn't. Gulping he leaned against the trunk again and closed his eyes.
After a moment or two, his honey eyes graced the world with their presence again, and he took to the sky.
*With Alex*
Alex stumbled forward as she was pushed by the Indian tailing her. The ropes tied tight across her wrists and neck were beginning to dig into her flesh. Sending a death glare with her sharp eyes up to the princess, she regained her footing again.
The small whimper of Meloney turned the older girls head back towards her. The other girls were tied in a similar fashion, though not as tightly or with as many guards surrounding them. They had been trudging through the Neverland wilderness for an hour or so, and the Indians showed no sign of weariness. But the rough terrain was much different then the even deck of the Jolly Roger the girls where used to.
Alex's tired expression formed into a winced as a large thorn from a nearby tree cut into the flesh just below her neck. Letting out a sigh she tired to think about where about they were. She didn't know much of the island then what was near the water, so they were at the mercy of the natives.
The silver eyed girl let out a sigh of relief and slight fear when she spotted the smoke from the Indians ever going fire, rising not far off. Jerking her head a little to move a piece of hair that had found its way in her face, Alex was pushed forward again.
As the girls and their captures entered the circle of teepee's the chief slipped out of his tent. All of them fidgeted a little when his intimidating form approached them. Tiger Lily stepped forward and began speaking with her father and gestured toward Alex. The large red skinned man stepped forward and glared down at the tightly secured girl.
"You, pirates in red mans territory. Pirates, not welcome." he stated in his deep voice. After a moment, and to her own surprise, Alex found her voice and replied.
"Chief…we didn't know that. The reason we were even on land was to get better acquainted with the island. We didn't mean anything by it…really." she said replied back quickly, hoping that the chief understood her. Hope lit up her face a little when she saw that he was thinking about what she had said. Then that hope faded, and her face was covered by a storm cloud when Tiger Lily spoke up and said something else to her father. The chief narrowed his eyes more when his daughter finished.
"You try kill Little Flying Eagle." she was a little taken aback by this. For she had killed no one, and she didn't know who the hell 'Little Flying Eagle' was. She looked down trying to think about who it was, and when it hit her, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Peter?! You think I tired to kill Peter?!" she practically yelled. Looking back and forth from the chief from Tiger Lily, she noticed the smirk sliding like a snake across the princesses face. Alex wanted to pounce on her and scrape that smirk right off her face screaming 'You lying bitch!', but she knew she would be killed on the spot, so she held back the urge.
"Squaw pirate, burned at stake." the chief announced, with a series of excited yells from the other Indians, and screams of horror and fear from the younger girls behind her.
Four or five men dragged her to the large stake in the middle of the village, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Planting her feet down on the ground as hard as she could, her heels began digging into the dirt. Swinging her still tied arms over, she elbowed one of the men in the ribs and another hard in the back. She brought one leg up and firmly kicked one in the stomach, doubling him over. When she was about to think she had a chance, more men began pulling her and the other people in the camp raised their bow and arrows.
She looked around her for any possible escape, but found nothing. The cheers of encouragement from the girls died down when her struggling stopped, and she walked toward the huge poll cooperatively.
*******Ok here we go, ready? Push the button down there. Down a little more. No no, to your left. Other left. There ya go. Good job, give yourself a star and a cookie and…REVIEW!!!