Chapter 4

"Alright, Alright," Whimpered Weasel, "What do you want to know?!"

"Have there been any recent late night arrivals or deliveries?" Asked Peter.

"J-Just one," stammered Weasel, "Two nights ago there was a light on in the office window of Warehouse number 14 down on the docks. There was a guy in the window he seemed to be talking with someone but I never saw any one else."

"Could you hear what they were saying?" Asked Peter

"Not all of it," said Weasel, "but they said something about there being one person who could get in their way and the other man, who ever he was, said that he would take care of him."

Peter turned to Wendy,

"I think that we'd better investigate that warehouse." Wendy nodded, then she gestured to Weasel,

"What do we do with him?" Peter considered for a minute.

"Well we could put him out of OUR misery." He said giving Wendy a barely perceptible wink.

"NO!" whimpered Weasel closing his eyes. There was a long silence and when Weasel finally opened one eye. Peter and Wendy were nowhere to be seen.

Peter and Wendy flew over the rooftops of London finally they reached the docks. From their birds eye perspective it didn't take them long to find number fourteen. They floated down and landed as light as a feather on the roof. They moved along the roof until the found an open skylight. Slipping through it they floated down to a catwalk suspended some twenty feet above the warehouse floor. As soon as their feet hit the walkway they both drew their swords instinctively. And began to move forward. While in Neverland Peter had taught Wendy to move without making a sound. Now this skill was coming in very handy.

Stepping off the end of the catwalk they floated down to the warehouse floor. Cautiously they move across the floor. Suddenly, when they were about half way, gunfire erupted from atop the packing crates that were all around them and Mydar's maniacal laughter came from out of the darkness as he appeared on top of the tallest crate and began to throw dark energy bolts. Peter grabbed Wendy and they tore across the room Peter exploded into the air and impaled the man on top of the crate directly in front of them. Dropped to the ground he pulled Wendy behind the crate.

"Are you all right Wendy?" asked a breathless Peter as he sat there leaning on the crate with a hand on his panting chest.

"Yes," said Wendy, "the medallion protects me." Suddenly Peter slumped against Wendy and she then saw the blood! Peter had been shot.

"PETER!!" Wendy cried clutching him to her.

"Wendy," he said weakly, "touch the medallions together!" then he passed out. A trembling teary-eyed Wendy did as she was told. The instant the medallions touched there were a green glow and a hum that sounded like nothing Wendy had ever seen. Seconds later white energy bolts came from out of nowhere and blew the gunmen from their perches. In the next instant Fin Vira had appeared to face Mydar.

Enraged at being thwarted again Mydar attacked with Maniacal fury unleashing the most intense volley of energy bolts that Wendy had ever seen. It seemed that time was suddenly moving in slow motion as the bolts flew on a deadly course straight for Fin Vira who just stood there calmly. Then, right before the bolts could touch him, Fin Vira suddenly began to move his hands with superhuman speed. He absorbed all the bolts and threw them right back at Mydar. Mydar reeled backwards and slammed into the ground. Fin Vira landed in front of him.

"Mydar," he said, "you couldn't out fight me on your best day and you know it."

"This is not over yet, Fairy King," hissed Mydar, "the power of the book will soon be mine as will all of the world!" and with that he disappeared in a flash of eerie Dark light.

The two front doors of the London hospital swung open and a gurney table was pushed through the doorway into the hallway by a volley of doctors and nurses the patient on the table was Peter. Wendy walked next to the table. Peter was pale and clammy. But at least the wound had already stopped bleeding.

"Come on," said the doctor, "get him to the operating room. We've got to get that bullet out as soon as possible." He looked down at Peter.

" It's nothing short of a miracle that he's still alive, with a chest wound like that he should have bled to death already!"

The doctors hurried Peter into the operating room and closet the doors. Wendy sat in the waiting room wringing her hands. She jumped up and began to pace, then she sat down again and resumed wringing her hands. Just as she was about to start pacing again Her parents and Aunt Millicent showed up.

"Wendy," said her mother, "I was so worried when Constable Harris said he saw you at the hospital I thought you had been hurt."

"It's Peter, Mum," said Wendy, "We were ambushed and Peter was shot."

" I told you this would happen," said Millicent, "I told yo-,"

"Quiet Millicent," Snapped George, " This is hardly the time to start all that again."

Mary quietly consoled Wendy as they waited. Finally after more than an hour they saw the surgeon emerge from the operating room. The Darlings surrounded the surgeon before he could take two steps.

"How is the boy, Doctor," asked George Darling.

"Well," said the Doctor, "Is one of the most remarkable cases I have ever had." He's pulled through the operation and his color has returned to normal. It's as though his body has already replaced the blood that he lost! So I suppose testing for his blood type to see if he needs a transfusion was unnecessary."

"May I see him?" asked Wendy. The doctor nodded

"Follow me." He said motion with his hand. Turning he lead them down the hall to the ward where Peter was. When they walked in the doctor as shocked to see Peter awake and sitting up.

"Mr. Pan," he said, "You shouldn't be sitting up with a chest wound like that." The doctor reached down and pulled the gown aside and found nothing but a thin scar where the chest wound was.

"Incredible," was all he could say. Just then the doctors assistant walked in.

"Doctor," he said, "there's something you should know."

"Well," said the Doctor, who was not happy at being interrupted during his examination of Peter. His assistant pointed at Peter.

"I tested his blood with a microscope," he said, "That boy is immune to every known disease. He can't even catch a common cold!"

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