Taking one last look behind him, Peter saw Wendy still looking out of the
window at him flying away from her. It took all of his stubbornness and
self control not to turn around right then and instead he followed
Tinkerbell to the first star on the right. Back in Neverland the two flew
to the secret hideout of the Lost Boys and Peter swore to himself that he
would forget about Wendy. The Lost Boys were all fast asleep on their beds
of animal furs, the twins snoring slightly. Peter looked around the room,
upon the boys and the messy tables full of candles and knick-knacks. And
there on the floor was the flower. The flower that Wendy had given him
full of medicine that Hook had poisoned. Anger flooded Peter at the
thought of Hook and at the thought of Wendy's intended parting gift.
Why did she have to leave him? What did the human world and growing up have to offer her? Wasn't his love enough? She had made him complete then torn him in two the instant his lips touched hers. And the thought that a girl could do that to him, Peter Pan, the best there ever was, angered him. He hated being pathetic and alone, incomplete. If it took everything he had he would forget about her. He would not go back to hear stories, it would be to painful to watch his beloved Wendy growing up before his eyes, and forgetting and eventually replacing him. No, he would never see Wendy again.
"Peter! You have returned!" Slightly called from his warm bed. "Have you brought us a new mother?"
"Peter, I miss our old mother, I miss Wendy, why did she leave us?" Nibs called.
"I don't know, and no, we will never, ever, have a new mother, we don't need any girls to order us around!" Peter said angrily, crushing the flower in the palm of his hand and throwing it on the ground.
"No mother? What shall we do? Who will tell us stories?" The twins said in unison.
The need of a mother that the boys had angered Peter even more. Not only did Wendy take a part of him with her, she had taken a part of the boys with her as well. Their once happy home would never be happy again without Wendy to tell them stories and to be their mother.
"Why don't you all just go live with Wendy then?!" Snapped Peter. All of the boys shut up right away and one of the twins sniffed back tears. Slightly's eyes welled up with tears and he ran from the room, scrambling up one of the secret passageways.
"You are the worst father ever!" Nibs called, following Slightly. The twins just ducked under the covers, secretly plugging their ears against the angry words.
"Fine, I am the worst father! I let Wendy run away and grow up! But she was never your mother! You don't have mothers, and I am not your father and I never will be! You know why?! Because I am too young and I will never grow up! Not for you and certainly not for Wendy the deserter!" Peter yelled, grabbing the nearest thing on to him on the table, which turned out to be his panpipe. Needing to vent his anger, he broke the instrument in two, casting the pieces to the floor. "I am going to find us a new place to live, not some hole under the ground, we will have a fortress where no girls will ever be allowed!" Peter said quieter this time, and flew out of the door. Forgetting Wendy would be a whole lot easier in a place where she had never been. Tinkerbell started to follow him but he wanted to be alone. "No Tinkerbell, don't follow me, you are a girl and you are not allowed to come to our new fortress!" Peter said scornfully. Tinkerbell let out a cry of sadness and flew off towards the fairy tree.
Peter flew on, not caring where the wind took him, but he cared when he got there. He had flown near the fairy tree, where he and Wendy had danced, and where she had tried to get him to tell her how he really felt. But he had lied, and said that he had never felt love and never would. He had hurt Wendy to the point that she was ready to turn against him and join Hook as Red Handed Jill. This place held to many memories for Peter, feelings were starting to surface within him and he could not let that happen. He flew off, towards Black Castle, half hoping that the lighting that had started to crash down would strike him.
Upon his arrival, Peter had another flashback. He remembered how he had tested Wendy's sword fighting abilities, and then left her to wait for his signal. He had not wanted Wendy near the fighting because he had feared for her safety. But she had ended up saving him from Hook's hook by warning him of the eminent danger. He flew inside Black Castle and around, looking for places for the boys to live. Or just for him to live. The thought came upon him that he might never return to the boys. He would just live out his days in misery and hiding inside Black Castle. Here, there would be no one complaining about a mother or Wendy deserting them. There would be no one period. If he couldn't have the one person in the world he wanted to be with then he couldn't have anyone. He would grow old like Hook, alone, and eventually done for.
Suddenly tired, Peter landed on a balcony a few stories up and leaned against a pile of cold bricks. He felt goose bumps creeping up his arms and the cold set in. He lay his bare legs against the freezing stone floor and let his eyelids fall. He would sleep for as long as he could, and he would let the tears slide down his dirty cheeks, unnoticed for there was no one to ask why he was crying.
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Why did she have to leave him? What did the human world and growing up have to offer her? Wasn't his love enough? She had made him complete then torn him in two the instant his lips touched hers. And the thought that a girl could do that to him, Peter Pan, the best there ever was, angered him. He hated being pathetic and alone, incomplete. If it took everything he had he would forget about her. He would not go back to hear stories, it would be to painful to watch his beloved Wendy growing up before his eyes, and forgetting and eventually replacing him. No, he would never see Wendy again.
"Peter! You have returned!" Slightly called from his warm bed. "Have you brought us a new mother?"
"Peter, I miss our old mother, I miss Wendy, why did she leave us?" Nibs called.
"I don't know, and no, we will never, ever, have a new mother, we don't need any girls to order us around!" Peter said angrily, crushing the flower in the palm of his hand and throwing it on the ground.
"No mother? What shall we do? Who will tell us stories?" The twins said in unison.
The need of a mother that the boys had angered Peter even more. Not only did Wendy take a part of him with her, she had taken a part of the boys with her as well. Their once happy home would never be happy again without Wendy to tell them stories and to be their mother.
"Why don't you all just go live with Wendy then?!" Snapped Peter. All of the boys shut up right away and one of the twins sniffed back tears. Slightly's eyes welled up with tears and he ran from the room, scrambling up one of the secret passageways.
"You are the worst father ever!" Nibs called, following Slightly. The twins just ducked under the covers, secretly plugging their ears against the angry words.
"Fine, I am the worst father! I let Wendy run away and grow up! But she was never your mother! You don't have mothers, and I am not your father and I never will be! You know why?! Because I am too young and I will never grow up! Not for you and certainly not for Wendy the deserter!" Peter yelled, grabbing the nearest thing on to him on the table, which turned out to be his panpipe. Needing to vent his anger, he broke the instrument in two, casting the pieces to the floor. "I am going to find us a new place to live, not some hole under the ground, we will have a fortress where no girls will ever be allowed!" Peter said quieter this time, and flew out of the door. Forgetting Wendy would be a whole lot easier in a place where she had never been. Tinkerbell started to follow him but he wanted to be alone. "No Tinkerbell, don't follow me, you are a girl and you are not allowed to come to our new fortress!" Peter said scornfully. Tinkerbell let out a cry of sadness and flew off towards the fairy tree.
Peter flew on, not caring where the wind took him, but he cared when he got there. He had flown near the fairy tree, where he and Wendy had danced, and where she had tried to get him to tell her how he really felt. But he had lied, and said that he had never felt love and never would. He had hurt Wendy to the point that she was ready to turn against him and join Hook as Red Handed Jill. This place held to many memories for Peter, feelings were starting to surface within him and he could not let that happen. He flew off, towards Black Castle, half hoping that the lighting that had started to crash down would strike him.
Upon his arrival, Peter had another flashback. He remembered how he had tested Wendy's sword fighting abilities, and then left her to wait for his signal. He had not wanted Wendy near the fighting because he had feared for her safety. But she had ended up saving him from Hook's hook by warning him of the eminent danger. He flew inside Black Castle and around, looking for places for the boys to live. Or just for him to live. The thought came upon him that he might never return to the boys. He would just live out his days in misery and hiding inside Black Castle. Here, there would be no one complaining about a mother or Wendy deserting them. There would be no one period. If he couldn't have the one person in the world he wanted to be with then he couldn't have anyone. He would grow old like Hook, alone, and eventually done for.
Suddenly tired, Peter landed on a balcony a few stories up and leaned against a pile of cold bricks. He felt goose bumps creeping up his arms and the cold set in. He lay his bare legs against the freezing stone floor and let his eyelids fall. He would sleep for as long as he could, and he would let the tears slide down his dirty cheeks, unnoticed for there was no one to ask why he was crying.
Please review! This is only the second chapter and if there are any changes that you would like me to make then let me know! I want this story to be as good as possible. Before I write the next chapter I want at least 5 reviews so press that purple button!