(Tell me if I should make another chapter)
This is the tale of the bloodiest battle in Never Land. One life of its inhabitants was cut, that of a captain James Hook of the Jolly Rodger. Every one of his grew were badly injured. The bringer of this lack of decorum is the sole cause of Never Land's currant state, as well as the future problems that might befall earth. Alas, I get ahead of my self. The starting of this story starts with a pleasant day were the Lost Boys and there leader, Peter Pan are taking the pirates treasure once again. They battle with the pirates, and seem to have fun doing so, when the thing, I should say person that changes everything, falls out of the sky.
He was in his teens, the only thing not black about him was his pale complexion, light blue eyes and white hair. He wore what loot like a priest's long coat that came to his feet. It hat large buttons running down the front, the buttons had crosses on them. Under that was armor that was tight around his neck and formed to a muscular figure. His pants were denim and baggy. He also had boots and gloves with somewhat large sleeves and a mettle cross on the back of the hand part. He also had a wooden Odachi (Long Katana) at his side for a weapon. He got up and was about five ten.
In a deep voice his called to the lost boys, "Look, stand down, I got these guys, I hope they're a challenge. Oh, and if any of you get in my way, consider yourself dead." All obeyed, though a little defiantly. All the pirates turned their attention to the newcomer with solace. They hadn't had blood in a while, maybe he would oblige. The captain stepped in front of his crew with a smile.
"Dear boy, please, give us the name of our next victim."
"My name is Petor Panarogi, your worst adversary and I'm also the counterpart of your own Peter pan, from your neighbor star, to the left." With that, he got his sword to the ready, as did the captain. Petor put his to his side and laughed had his fencing position. "This is quite unfair," He walked towards the point, "You have so little men, not nearly enough to contend with me." Still he walked, right into his foil. He didn't stop until his chest touched the guard. Hook let go in amazement. Petor turned in a three sixty circle. "Now," his voice came from several different spots, and a look would show one that there were copies of him in fifteen different places of the ship. They walked towards the original. "You see, your counter part was a simpleton, as is mine form the looks of it. His was easy to dispose of, I hope you will be a bit more… challenging." All the copies said this.
He Petor pulled out the sword in his chest, licked a bit of the red, iron tasting liquid that covered the blade. After he finished savoring the taste, he threw it on the deck and let it role to hit's owner to pick it up, he did so hesitantly. The captain, as well as his crew fought in a feverish battle against the new comer. Gun shots and small cannons fired at him, hitting him and his copies. Surprisingly he didn't seem to be affected beyond the point of bleeding. The crew was loosing badly to his combination style of Bashido, Aikido, and Fencing. There were wounds and broken limbs galore and it was just him and Hook left. He wasn't even breaking a sweat, his copies were gone but Hook was a bit battered.
"I was mistaken, you're no better than you counterpart. I'm afraid you'll have to go now," Hook was used to hearing Peter say this all the time, "Permanently." Hook wasn't used to that. With a rush and a thrust, Hook was no more. "Well that was simple." The lost boys were stunned Peter spoke first.
"What?"
"You know where I'm from, you know who I am, and all that's left is the why. This is but one of the planes of existence. Earth is another one. The plane I come from is for teens that run away. It's a teen equivalent, for the tormented teen years. Our plane was attacked by something else. My band of other teens and I chased them out, dampening their numbers quite a bit, but they're headed for this place. If we… I don't stop them now they'll head to earth, then it's out of my hands."
"How did you get here?"
"It's quite simple, I obviously can't fly, so I use a M.D.T. Mobile Dimensional Transport. You wouldn't get it. Well, the true enemy is due here any moment, and your pitiful little sluing shots will do you no good." There was a far of wine that got louder and louder. "That would be them." He flicked his wrist and the wooden blade fell of to reveal the hidden mettle one. The first flying vehicle, obviously the leader of this group, fired duel laser cannons that missed their target. The crafts sped toward him, but when it neared the loner, he stepped aside and slashed it with his blade. It spun out of control, hit the rear of the ship and erupted into a massive fireball. The others surrounded the ship and supplied fire from there.
The lost boys took cover, Peter tried to fly and take out one of them, but Petor went to a rope, grabbed the base, and cut beneath him to shoot into the air. After a while, it swung him to the nearest craft, where by he kicked the ugly, spiky, troll like creature, out of its seat. He programmed it to manual and rode towards the other twelve. With slashing and the occasional dog fight, He dispensed of all but one, which Peter was having trouble with. After a while, he was successful, and disarmed the creature, and to Petor's relief, left the craft unharmed. The reason for his relief was the fact that there were useful weapons in there.