Author: Hey!. I'm back again. I'm sorry for seeming like a really long break but school was getting really hectic and all the work...arg, it was horrible!. The teachers are really cracking the whips cause its getting close to the first report cards so...yeah!. Anyways, now Im back and I wanna thank you all for reviewing me...you guys are so supportive!. With you guys, hopefully this will be as good as the first!.
And another few things, I will try to update every weekend if I can, but keep in mind of school(grrr...). And I do not own any of these Peter Pan characters...I just like to mess with them...lol, in a good way!. Anyways, hope you enjoy and please review!.
The morning seemed much slower as the troop of boys, led by Peter, tracked through the seemingly giant shrubbery of the forests. Mr Darling, competing with Peter for leadership over pack, was actually looking as if he enjoyed the walk. This greatly surprised the boys.
The boys, by this time, where not only tired physically, but also mentally for Mr. Darling kept on questioning almost everything he spotted!. Be it tree type and their fruits, or animals and their danger. "Father, can we please go home!" John whined, almost tripping over a rock in exhaustion.
"Yes Mr Darling, We've been out here for hours, what are we looking for?" Peter also piped up, turning to the man with hate and tired eyes. "Until you prove yourself Peter, my boy, we are not to leave the forest!" Mr. Darling said sternly. "But how am I to do that?" Peter questioned irritably, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"You must slay a wild animal…!" Mr. Darling announced, the boys gasping with excitement and surprise. "Your crazy old man" Peter retorted. "I could never kill a animal of Neverland" he interjected. A small, evil smile came to Mr. Darling's lips. "Then how are you to protect Wendy?. The Island?" asked Mr. Darling. "My point proven!".
"You have proven nothing!" Peter hissed now through clenched teeth. "Besides, all the animals here are gentle and kind, they'd never hurt us!" Peter exclaimed. However, all of the sudden, the bushes surrounding them began to rustle, and a loud and seemingly angry growl came echoing through the forest.
The smaller boys crowded around Mr. Darling and Peter. "Well Peter, here is your chance!" Mr. Darling said sternly, hoping now was the time for the boy to fail, but also hoping to somehow get through this alive!. Down in the Indian village, it was no much better for Wendy. She was exhausted from being woken up at seven in the morning, and put to instant work.
The Indians had put her through so many chores, she was ready to faint from it. She had never done so much labour in her life, not even her aunt had put her through these many chores, neither her mother.
Speaking of Mrs, Darling. She watched as her daughter went through every single chore and job she was put to. Mrs. Darling saw how tired and weak she had become, each job seemed to be draining her of her strength. She too had been put to work, but like Wendy's work. Once or twice she tried to help her daughter, but the Indians refused it saying
"If she is to be a wife, then she must learn the ways of one!. Also understanding the duties she must do for her family. She needs practise for the life ahead, and this will give her that, along with the strength she needs. Leave her be!"
So Mrs. Darling did as told, and watched as Wendy did her tiring chores, however she knew that the Indian women were right, she needs this as practise. But Mrs. Darling couldn't bat the feeling of abandonment away that easily.
It was now around noon, the sun hot and high above the workers of the Indian village. Wendy placed the last bucket of water beside the fire and instantly dropped from her exhaustion. She lied there, her breath battered, her clothes became quite sticky and dirty, when her mother came up.
Noticing her eyes now shaded from the sun, Wendy sat up, happy to see her mother. "I came to give you your noon day meal" she said softly, gesturing to the bowl and beacon in her hands. Wendy gave her a grateful smile, as her mother returned it and knelt down beside her, handing Wendy her meal.
"How are you feeling?" her mother said, watching, quite profoundly, her daughter practically devouring like a angry beast. "I didn't realize this was so hard!" Wendy said, after gulping down her mouthful of food the hungrily scooping up more. Mrs. Darling now overcome with sadness and pity, smoothing over her daughter's messy hair as the girl continued to eat.
"I know it seems bad now darling, but its good practice for when you are married" Mrs. Darling advised. "Remember, you will not only be a wife, you will be queen!" Mrs Darling's voice sounded a bit of sadness but also excitement.
At this, Wendy instantly perked up and stopped eating. "That's right!. What kind of ruler and wife would I prove to be if I gave up now!" Wendy shouted with worry, jumping to her feet to continue her duties, spilling her half eating bowl to the muddy ground, Mrs. Darling shrieked.
"Wendy!" she grabbed at her daughter with a firm grip and set her once more on the ground. "Darling, its not exactly about proving yourself to these people….its proving to yourself that you can do this, be independent and on your own" Mrs. Darling said, tears starting to form in her eyes. She whipped them away quickly and took out a hanky to clean Wendy's stew covered face.
"But I'm trying so hard in the ways of being a good wife and ruler, but these people and creatures just seem to pile more on me!. It's ever so frustrating Mother!" Wendy now cried into her mother's chest. Mrs. Darling wrapped her in a motherly hug and cooed to her that it would be alright. "Wendy…Wendy!" she tried to pry her from her chest, but Wendy kept on her crying.
"Darling, it will be alright!" she said, finally pulling her daughter away a bit, brushing her tears off her cheeks. "I'm sure you'll prove to be a wonderful wife. Why would Peter propose if he didn't think you worthy?" asked Mrs. Darling, a smile coming to her lips at Wendy's tear-filled stare back.
Wendy cracked a smile at her mother's question. "I guess he really does love me, and thinks highly of me right?" asked Wendy, another tear running across her cheeks. Mrs. Darling's smile brightened. "Of course he does darling!"
"….and for me to take the throne, Mother" Wendy continued.
"Peter told me once, that the fairies were the ones that ruled the Island!. They thought of everything" Wendy said happily, her mother joining in on her excitement.
"But Peter got news of the fairy King and Queen's retirement, and that's when he was told of them choosing us as their replacements!" Mrs. Darling watched with wonder as she saw her daughter's face turn from grim and sad, to happy and excited again. 'Must be like when she tells stories' she thought.
"But I'm still afraid I will not be good enough" Wendy's face turning sad once more. Mrs. Darling smiled and placed a comforting arm around her daughter. "These fairies wouldn't have chosen you darling, if they did not think you worthy!" Mrs. Darling said, rubbing her daughter's back.
"Its all about confidence my Wendy, have faith in yourself and I'm sure you will make this Island proud to have such a wonderful queen as you!" said Mrs. Darling triumphantly. Wendy broke out in a small giggle, her mother joining in, until another Indian woman came up to them. "Finish up your lunch your highness" she bowed to Wendy. "For we have another project for you" she continued, suddenly handing Wendy a bundle she had carried over in her arms. "You shall practice for having children!" the woman announced.
The growling got a lot louder, and angrier as the beast kept behind the bushes, and circled the group. Thinking quickly, Peter put his fingers to his mouth, letting out a high pitched whistle. Instantly, a little ball of light came rushing towards them and covered the group, except Peter, with fairy dust.
They instantly rose to the sky and joined Peter high above, just as the beast came hurriedly out of the bushes. There was only one problem though, Mr. Darling was still on the ground!. Again thinking quickly, Peter dove down, his sword glinting in the sunshine.
Mr. Darling shut his eyes tight, and covered himself in his arms, waiting for the beast's painful attacks but all of the sudden, a loud slashing sound was heard, and a really loud roar followed.
When Mr. Darling opened his eyes again, he saw the attacking beast now dead and bleeding on the forest floor, it's head had rolled a few meters from its body. Peter standing out of breath beside it, his expression was a mixture of anger and pity. "Well, you prove to be a very good warrior" Mr. Darling started.
Peter kept his furious gaze to the man. "I killed one of the creatures I was to protect, you are a bad influence to this Island" Peter spat, he threw down his bloodied sword and knelt beside the dead creature. Mr. Darling watched as the boys landed softly back on the leafy ground, and also gathered round Peter. "You value a animals life to a persons?" Mr. Darling bellowed. "Oh well you will make a wonderful husband!".
Peter turned to the man now with burning eyes, his cheeks tear stained. "If it was Wendy then I would have done anything in my power to protect her, along with the boys" Peter said angrily. " But by now I am hating you so much that I don't really know why I saved you" Peter now yelled.
"You also value what is precious to Wendy, you should do more for her you know!" Mr. Darling said, a bit more calmly, but with enough force to get his point across. "I do everything for Wendy!. She at least notices but you just drive me away!"
Peter bellowed. The glade was then filled with silence.
"Why do you hate me so?" he asked a bit quieter. Mr. Darling took a moment to think about this. "The first time, I've ever heard of you was through Wendy's stories. I just thought you a made up character until my children go missing!" Mr. Darling answers, tears starting to brim his eyes.
"Then they come back, and Millicent tries to set Wendy up with suitors and she refuses, a mysterious acorn around her neck and her hidden kiss missing?" Mr. Darling questioned, seeing that Peter had somewhat stiffened, his face tingeing red.
"Then they go away, and come back, and she now has a kiss mark!. You do not realize all these thoughts and emotions running through me during these times. I though I was losing my daughter!. My thoughts running wild on what you looked like…."Mr. Darling confessed. "Until I knew your true nature…that you were the boy from the stories, Peter Pan".
"I know you must have worried Sir, but I would never hurt her" said Peter, his expression now of worry. "You were not what I'd expected at all!. Leaf covered and lived in a magical land of make believe!" Mr. Darling bellowed. "That is not what my daughter deserves!".
"I know, but running me through hell isn't gonna prove anything" Peter said fearfully, watching Mr. Darling marching up to him angrily. Mr. Darling suddenly bolted forwards and threw a punch at Peter, but missed cause the boy suddenly shot up in the air.
In his angered furry, Mr. Darling spun around and noticed Peter's sword still lain where the boy had thrown it. He picked it up. "I will have your head, before you have my daughter's hand!" Mr. Darling yelled into the sky after Peter. The boy high above him.
"Mr. Darling stop!. This rage is only hurting yourself" Peter tried to calm the man down. "You know what's best for Wendy!". "I may, but she is still young and yet blinded!. I can give her what she needs, and I certainly isn't you, you ungrateful little urchin" Mr. Darling screamed into the air.
Peter thought back to Hook, his mortal enemy, and rage filled him once more. "Prepare thy Darling!" he screeched and dove down to where the man stood. The boys watched as Peter's fist connected with Mr. Darling's mouth, however the sword slashed Peter in the upper arm before he could escape.
The two yelled in pain, blood seeping from the wound, but the two gazed at each other angered. "So we go back this?" Peter questioned the man below him. "A fight against Man and Boy?" Peter smirked. Mr. Darling caught on. "Maybe?" Mr. Darling answered, even though he was still confused.
Again, Peter did another aerial attack, catching Mr. Darling in the eye and cheek this time. Again, Mr. Darling slashed Peter, more blood dripping to the ground. Before heading into the sky once more, Peter made a U-turn and kicked Mr. Darling to the ground.
Mr. Darling yelled in surprise as he found himself closer to the ground, and suddenly came in contact with a rock. Holding his bleeding face, Mr. Darling hardly could roll himself to face Peter in the sky.
"You are no man Peter!. You were never meant to grow up!" Mr. Darling yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. "That was until I learned of Wendy's love!" Peter shot back. His heart however began to twist at this. Are they really going to go through this again?.
"That may be true, but it doesn't only take love to make a man. You are no man!. You need life experience and a job!. As well as education!" Mr. Darling bellowed. "That is why Wendy one of those London boys will be a better husband!. You are just fooling yourself. You incomplete novice!". That finally started to break Peter. Incomplete?.
"You know that if you didn't have Wendy you'd be as incomplete as you were before!. This is all Wendy's doing, filling your head with thoughts of love, growing up, until she has enough of the Island and she's off to London" said Mr. Darling, laughing evilly. The boys saw tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Father, please stop this!" Mr. Darling turned to his forgotten group of sons. Each had a expression of worry or hate. "That's what everyone on the Island thinks of my daughter…." Mr. Darling started again. "Unworthy of becoming their new queen" Mr. Darling said again. "And the only place that is her home is London, and that is where she will stay" Mr. Darling finished, watching Peter's heartbreak being reflected into his expression. "No, its not true!" Peter whispered, a tear starting to trek down his cheek, the boys watched sadly.
"You don't deserve to be her husband" Mr. Darling sneered at Peter, and that was it. With a new found power and hatred towards Wendy's father, Peter suddenly bolted forwards in attack. However it was stopped, as Mr. Darling suddenly ran the sword across Peter's chest, blood thinning from his chest.
Peter fell back to his feet, then collapsed to his knees.
Mr. Darling took this moment to suddenly back hand Peter across the face, the force causing Peter to suddenly spin and land on his aching chest. A whimper of pain came as he landed, his weaken hands not providing the strength he needed to stop his fall.
The boys all watched this in fear, a aura of evil suddenly surrounding their father, a image of Hook suddenly flashed before their eyes, for a moment replacing their father. With all his strength left, Peter carefully rolled himself onto his back. Looking up into Mr. Darling flushed face, he too saw that flickering image of Hook in the man above him.
"Hook" Peter whispered as he and Mr. Darling held angered and hurt gazes. Without a word, Mr. Darling began to raise his sword to above his head. His breath quickening as he stared down at the helpless young man lying beneath him. "I shall have your head" He stated simply. The boys all gasped suddenly as the notices their father's eyes suddenly spot red.
"Just like Hook" Curly whispered to the rest fearfully.
Everything began to slow down as a scream escaped Mr. Darling and he began to bring down the sword upon Peter.
Peter kept his expression, memories running wild through his head. 'I'll always love you Wendy' echoed through his head as an image of her came to his head.
The sword almost half way there, John suddenly leapt bravely from the group of boys and ran as if in slow motion, like the sword, towards Peter and his father. Peter shut his eyes tight as the sword was about to reach him but instead, a shadow suddenly swept over him. Peter looked before him to now see that John standing over him was blocking Mr. Darling.
The sword now was very close to almost hitting John, Mr. Darling had stopped in fear of hurting his own son. Seeing this as a distraction, Peter painfully shot back into the sky and swooped down and pummelled Mr. Darling to the ground.
The sword now shot into the air, where Peter then caught it, and held it to where Mr. Darling now lied on the ground.
Peter landed beside John, and the rest of the boys dashed to greet them, all cheering until they heard the whimper of their father. All turned to be surprised, yet happy to notice that Mr. Darling's eyes no longer were red, before slowly the man's eyes dropped and he fell unconscious.