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::--CHAPTER FOUR--::

(Shot Through Nobel Intentions)

The cannon ball was coming straight at Peter with enormous speed. He flew away just in time, looking down upon the wicked man who called himself Hook. Peter was enraged and scared at the same time. With blind anger, he flew towards Hook, drawing his sword. Hook ran out to the front of the ship. He was ready for the fight of the century. Hook drew his sword and readied himself.

"Come on, Peter! Let out all that anger that you have been holding for all these years!" Hook screamed with confidence.

"Peter, no!" Wendy screamed.

Peter heard her. He stopped in mid air. For a second he just stared at her. It had been so long since he had seen her face. She was always there to comfort him. He had just then realized what that pain was. It was guilt. He did know the feeling after all, but a boy never wants to admit when he feels guilty. Especially Peter. All those times he had treated Wendy like dirt. He would look down upon her with pride. He was exactly the thing that he feared the most. He was just like Hook. He denied his feelings for her and shoved it in her face. No wonder why she wanted to leave. It was because of him.

Suddenly, Peter felt a remarkable pain in his chest. Everything seemed to stop in an instant. He placed a hand where the pain seemed to come from and noticed that something was very sticky. Raising his hand to see what it was, Peter noticed a change in color on his hand. He looked out at Wendy once more, confused. Then, he dropped from the sky and plunged into the water.

"PETER!" Wendy screamed at the top of her lungs.

A wicked and sinister grin danced across Hook's face. He lowered his gun to his side and looked back at the girl. He wanted so much to see her cry; tears of fright and distress. He wanted to hear her screams of terror. She began to scream. It was music to his ears. Hook had hit two birds with once stone and it was simply music to his ears. He stuck the gun back in his pocket and walked to the crew, who seemed to be staring at the water in shock.

"A moment of silence to our fallen enemy, Peter Pan."

The whole crew removed their hats and bowed, and then cheering filled the ship. Jugs of rum and beer were passed around in celebration.

Captain Hook had never planned on actually shooting Peter. In fact, he wished that he hadn't. Hook wanted a fight. Shooting his opponent was most certainly not a fight. A good battle for Hook would be a fair one. But, nonetheless, Peter Pan was gone and gone for good, so why not celebrate.

"YOU MONSTER!" Wendy yelled, trying to get loosed of the bonds that held her and run to the man that had shot Peter. "How could you?! How could you have just shot him?!"

"Why, it's very simple." Hook said softly. Then his smile told his hidden feelings to it all. "He seemed to be in the way of the bullet."

Peter fell into the black abyss of the sea. Descending slowly to end, Peter began to dream. Time was short. He only wished that he could look into the beautiful crystal blue eyes of Wendy's once more. Peter would have his final adventure, but now, it didn't seem so fun anymore.

Darkness surrounded and embraced him. Peter could feel himself flying. He slipped into a deep sleep.

Then he heard a voice. It was faint, and then grew louder. It seemed to mock him in some way. Then, it was clear. That same voice that taunted him these years. Echoing through his mind and pounding into him like one hundred nails. Louder and louder it became.

"You will die alone and unloved."

Stop it. Please, STOP! Peter screamed in his mind. It was pure torture. The things the man had once said to him were true.

It repeated and screamed. Nothing would stop it! He would die hearing the haunting voice of Captain Hook for all eternity.

Michael, John, Slightly, Tootles, Nibs, Curly, and the twins all wondered the forests of Neverland in search of Peter Pan. Slightly and John saw him disappear, but they couldn't quite remember where to.

"Why don't we go ask the mermaids?" Tootles asked, not quite thinking clearly at the time.

"Are you mad? Peter is the only one who can go near them without getting killed!" Nibs said in reply.

Mermaids were not how they are in storybooks. In Neverland, they were dark creatures. They were in touch with all things mysterious and knew everything that went on in Neverland. The one problem was that only Peter could understand them and Peter was the only one they trusted. Therefore, the boys canceled that out of the plan.

"Wait," John turned around to face the others. "Do you think Peter would have gone after Wendy himself?"

All of them gasped. "That's absurd! Peter loves an adventure as much as the next boy, but he's not stupid! He brought us with him for a reason." Slightly yelled. Slightly was the second oldest of the eight boys. He always looked after everyone when Wendy was not around. When he was a Lost Boy, he was second in command. If anyone was going to help Peter, it was him. Peter was like a brother. There was a certain love between them. Even if Peter did not come back to London with the rest of them, they were still a family.

The boys kept walking until they exited the forests and onto the beach. It was a beautiful day out and they all were tired. Michael went up to the water and walked in just to wet his feet. It felt so nice after walking around looking for Peter all day. They all fallowed. Everyone was playing around and kicking water while Slightly just stood in shame. He was disgusted with himself for allowing Hook to take her like that. He should have been there sooner.

"Come on, Slightly!" The twins yelled, then went back to their games.

He was about to go play when something caught the corner of his eye. Slightly turned around to the shore of the water to see a body. It looked like it was dead and probably fresh. He ran to see who it was.

"Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Come here!" Slightly yelled kneeling next to the limp body. Slightly turned to body around so it would be facing up to the sun. Then, almost immediately he jumped back.

"PETER!" They all yelled.

"He's been shot! No! Peter!" cried Tootles.

"We have to get him back to the hideout!" Slightly said, putting two hands under Peter's wilted body. The others did the same and they all carried him back into the forest.

Hours later, Peter began to stir. He looked around to see eight friendly faces looking back at him. He tried to stand up, but the pain in his left side was too great.

"You'll be better in a couple days, I believe, Peter. I don't know if I did a good job bandaging it, but my mother usually does it." John said.

"It's just fine, John." Peter thought for a minute, trying to remember what had happened. Then, it all came back. "I wanted to see with my own eyes if Wendy was okay, so I flew out to the ship. I was about to fly away when Hook caught sight of me. He shot me and I fell into the waters. I was on the verge of dying when I felt something within myself scream out. I kept telling myself to stay alive for her. I told myself that Wendy needed me."

It grew silent. The others bowed their heads to Wendy's name. With Peter down, there was no chance of saving her now. For all they knew, she could have been killed and thrown to the sea by now.

"We have to prepare for a battle. Hook thinks I am dead, so there is an advantage in that. But Wendy will be in more danger. We will get her back and kill hook once and for all."