A/N: Hey all! Thanks bunches for the reviews again. I appreciate them a
lot. I wanted to note that I have a beta reader who is helping me out with
my chapters grammaticaly (good lord...spelling?) and such. (The Legend
Keeper) I'd like to say a big thanks to her and it would be very kind of
you to go read her stories, which rock my socks off! Thanks!
The Legend Keeper: Thanks so so so much for what you are doing. Also for reading the story! :)
Jessica Marie: Yea! You're still reading! Yes, I promise. I believe the next two or three chapters will explain it all!
Ash: Yes. Poor Peter. If you look near the end of the last chapter, it says that is when she stopped talking. Er...yea. Thanks for reviewing. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 8: New Hope
Peter's world was spinning. He had forgotten Wendy. How was that possible? He looked around him as if it were all a dream. The Lost Boys were hooting and hollering in the forest and Wendy was picking flowers. The sun was shining and the world was right again. But slowly the shadow left his eyes and reality settled all around him once again. He watched as his long-time home was slowly destroyed by the menacing flames. Tink was on his shoulder, her little body jerking with each sob. Colleen stood in silence with a look of sadness etched upon her face.
Peter looked away from the tree again and took hold of Tink's little body. He brought her up to his tear covered face. "Tink, what happened after I was killed?"
As he asked the question with a look of utter desperation on his face, it began to rain. Colleen came closer to them and spread her wings out. She put one over Peter and Tink shielding them from the rain. Tink looked to Peter with a sense of loss. "They took your body and threw it into the water."
Tears came renewed out of her eyes. "Afterwards, Hook sent the Lost Boys, Michael, and John over the plank, one by one. Nobody gave much of a fight. With the loss of you, it was as if everyone had died already. I know I did."
Peter's lip quivered. His long-time friends were dead. He had been with them since they had fallen out of their prams. His insides were drowning. Almost everyone he had loved, was dead. They had been his family, though he had never really thought of it like that before. Since Wendy had come though, she had made him aware of his feelings. The Lost Boys hadn't been just some kids he could have adventures with: they were like his family. But Wendy.....
The rain had slowly begun to put the fire out; the area was practically engulfed with smoke. Peter ignored it though. "What of Wendy, Tink?"
"I escaped before I could see what they did, so I do not know what happened to Wendy. I'm sorry, Peter." With those words, the light was extinguished from his eyes. His shoulders slowly slumped forward and he seemed to lessen in size. He let go of Tink, who flew up to Colleen and perched on her wet shoulder. All they could do was watch as Peter's glow seemed to slowly fade before their very eyes. His hand dropped back to the muddy ground. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Colleen finally knelt down in front of Peter. He looked to her, his blue eyes seemingly lost. With her wings folded back behind her, the rain soaked his body. His once wind-blown hair was now splayed, wet, across his forehead. The rain dripped from his hair and into his eyes. He sniffed softly. "What do I do?"
Colleen stared at him with her glittering blue eyes. Making sure he was watching her every move, she looked down to the mud between them and put her thin finger to the ground. After a brief moment, she pulled up and brushed her wet hair back so Peter could read it. She had written "Wendy" with a question mark behind it. She wanted Peter to realize that they weren't sure Wendy was dead. He shouldn't give up now.
Peter stared at it intently for a few minutes. Slowly, the rain began to lessen it's brutal attack. Colleen waited patiently when Peter finally looked back up to her. She could have sworn she could see light peeking back out of his eyes.
"For Wendy."
Colleen nodded with a little smile and put her arm out to him as she stood up. Peter grabbed it and the two rose into the air, Tink flying to him as he called for her. "Hook is going to get his comeuppance. We're going to need the Indians' help, though. Where are they?"
"I don't know. Since you died, Hook has been after the Indians non stop. They've been on the run since."
He nodded and then they began their intense search. They swept their way through the forest intently. To make their search shorter, they split up, with Peter going off on his own and Tink going with Colleen. Colleen kept up a slow pace through the trees. Her wings were so long, however, that the ends would hit the branches of the trees she passed. So, she lowered herself to the forest floor and continued on her way quietly. There were water drops everywhere and soon she was slipping all over the place. She finally noticed that she could no longer hear any birds. The forest was dead silent. All she could hear was the flapping of Tink's wings up ahead. Getting an eerie feeling in the pit of her stomach, she took to the air again. This time she flew just about near the top of the trees, solving her wing problem. Tink was up ahead a way, flying low to the ground.
Suddenly something whistled below her. Looking down, she saw something dark and rather large raising up to her. Hoping she could reach Tink in time, she shot forward with an incredible push of her wings. She tried to call out but couldn't. For the life of her she couldn't remember how to do it. All she could get out was an odd raspy noise. She flapped harder coming closer to the light that was Tink far below. Again she looked below her and her breath caught in her throat. The net engulfed her body in its fold. Her wings closed in on her slightly and she began to fall. Her stomach caught in her throat as she watched green fly far above her. She closed her eyes as she closed her wings in. If she was going to hit the ground, she'd rather wake up later with her wings unharmed.
Suddenly her body hit the soft world below with an abrupt stop and her head hit a rock. Before her vision faded, a face appeared before her with a smile. "I got it!"
Tinkerbell, hearing the shout, flew behind a leaf and peaked back around. The Indians had surrounded Colleen, who was in a net, unmoving, on the ground. She shot off into the night searching for Peter. After about five minutes she found him. "Come! You must hurry."
Like so many times before, the two sped off with one another looking like a perfect picture. The full moon lit their way. Finally, Peter could see the figures off a bit, carrying Colleen in a net. "You there! Drop her!"
He flew above them with a menacing scowl. The Indians, seeing Peter, began to cheer. Peter smiled slightly but then flew down to Colleen and unwrapped the net around her. There was a little cut on her forehead and she was unconscious but besides that, she was unharmed. He sighed with relief. Suddenly he heard someone cry out behind the Indians. Slowly, a path began to emerge as they stepped aside and a figure ran up to Peter hurriedly. Peter dropped to the ground in shock.
It was Slightly.
The Legend Keeper: Thanks so so so much for what you are doing. Also for reading the story! :)
Jessica Marie: Yea! You're still reading! Yes, I promise. I believe the next two or three chapters will explain it all!
Ash: Yes. Poor Peter. If you look near the end of the last chapter, it says that is when she stopped talking. Er...yea. Thanks for reviewing. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 8: New Hope
Peter's world was spinning. He had forgotten Wendy. How was that possible? He looked around him as if it were all a dream. The Lost Boys were hooting and hollering in the forest and Wendy was picking flowers. The sun was shining and the world was right again. But slowly the shadow left his eyes and reality settled all around him once again. He watched as his long-time home was slowly destroyed by the menacing flames. Tink was on his shoulder, her little body jerking with each sob. Colleen stood in silence with a look of sadness etched upon her face.
Peter looked away from the tree again and took hold of Tink's little body. He brought her up to his tear covered face. "Tink, what happened after I was killed?"
As he asked the question with a look of utter desperation on his face, it began to rain. Colleen came closer to them and spread her wings out. She put one over Peter and Tink shielding them from the rain. Tink looked to Peter with a sense of loss. "They took your body and threw it into the water."
Tears came renewed out of her eyes. "Afterwards, Hook sent the Lost Boys, Michael, and John over the plank, one by one. Nobody gave much of a fight. With the loss of you, it was as if everyone had died already. I know I did."
Peter's lip quivered. His long-time friends were dead. He had been with them since they had fallen out of their prams. His insides were drowning. Almost everyone he had loved, was dead. They had been his family, though he had never really thought of it like that before. Since Wendy had come though, she had made him aware of his feelings. The Lost Boys hadn't been just some kids he could have adventures with: they were like his family. But Wendy.....
The rain had slowly begun to put the fire out; the area was practically engulfed with smoke. Peter ignored it though. "What of Wendy, Tink?"
"I escaped before I could see what they did, so I do not know what happened to Wendy. I'm sorry, Peter." With those words, the light was extinguished from his eyes. His shoulders slowly slumped forward and he seemed to lessen in size. He let go of Tink, who flew up to Colleen and perched on her wet shoulder. All they could do was watch as Peter's glow seemed to slowly fade before their very eyes. His hand dropped back to the muddy ground. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Colleen finally knelt down in front of Peter. He looked to her, his blue eyes seemingly lost. With her wings folded back behind her, the rain soaked his body. His once wind-blown hair was now splayed, wet, across his forehead. The rain dripped from his hair and into his eyes. He sniffed softly. "What do I do?"
Colleen stared at him with her glittering blue eyes. Making sure he was watching her every move, she looked down to the mud between them and put her thin finger to the ground. After a brief moment, she pulled up and brushed her wet hair back so Peter could read it. She had written "Wendy" with a question mark behind it. She wanted Peter to realize that they weren't sure Wendy was dead. He shouldn't give up now.
Peter stared at it intently for a few minutes. Slowly, the rain began to lessen it's brutal attack. Colleen waited patiently when Peter finally looked back up to her. She could have sworn she could see light peeking back out of his eyes.
"For Wendy."
Colleen nodded with a little smile and put her arm out to him as she stood up. Peter grabbed it and the two rose into the air, Tink flying to him as he called for her. "Hook is going to get his comeuppance. We're going to need the Indians' help, though. Where are they?"
"I don't know. Since you died, Hook has been after the Indians non stop. They've been on the run since."
He nodded and then they began their intense search. They swept their way through the forest intently. To make their search shorter, they split up, with Peter going off on his own and Tink going with Colleen. Colleen kept up a slow pace through the trees. Her wings were so long, however, that the ends would hit the branches of the trees she passed. So, she lowered herself to the forest floor and continued on her way quietly. There were water drops everywhere and soon she was slipping all over the place. She finally noticed that she could no longer hear any birds. The forest was dead silent. All she could hear was the flapping of Tink's wings up ahead. Getting an eerie feeling in the pit of her stomach, she took to the air again. This time she flew just about near the top of the trees, solving her wing problem. Tink was up ahead a way, flying low to the ground.
Suddenly something whistled below her. Looking down, she saw something dark and rather large raising up to her. Hoping she could reach Tink in time, she shot forward with an incredible push of her wings. She tried to call out but couldn't. For the life of her she couldn't remember how to do it. All she could get out was an odd raspy noise. She flapped harder coming closer to the light that was Tink far below. Again she looked below her and her breath caught in her throat. The net engulfed her body in its fold. Her wings closed in on her slightly and she began to fall. Her stomach caught in her throat as she watched green fly far above her. She closed her eyes as she closed her wings in. If she was going to hit the ground, she'd rather wake up later with her wings unharmed.
Suddenly her body hit the soft world below with an abrupt stop and her head hit a rock. Before her vision faded, a face appeared before her with a smile. "I got it!"
Tinkerbell, hearing the shout, flew behind a leaf and peaked back around. The Indians had surrounded Colleen, who was in a net, unmoving, on the ground. She shot off into the night searching for Peter. After about five minutes she found him. "Come! You must hurry."
Like so many times before, the two sped off with one another looking like a perfect picture. The full moon lit their way. Finally, Peter could see the figures off a bit, carrying Colleen in a net. "You there! Drop her!"
He flew above them with a menacing scowl. The Indians, seeing Peter, began to cheer. Peter smiled slightly but then flew down to Colleen and unwrapped the net around her. There was a little cut on her forehead and she was unconscious but besides that, she was unharmed. He sighed with relief. Suddenly he heard someone cry out behind the Indians. Slowly, a path began to emerge as they stepped aside and a figure ran up to Peter hurriedly. Peter dropped to the ground in shock.
It was Slightly.