Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or its characters.
Author's Note: Not that short of a chappie! Enjoy! Happy Reading!
Warning: Graphic blood and death content (I swear I've written worse) and if I never made my self clear Duchess Bloody Elaine Carrie, IS a murderer, sadist, necrophiliac, and cannibalistic (just mark her under insane) there is also a reference to sadistic concubines.
The Legend of the Lost Girl
Chapter 6: All Just Fun 'n' Games
Metal clashed metal high above the ground of Never Neverland, as two children met head on in a mock battle high above the tree tops. Lost who was currently bested flew backwards into the trees, initiating a game of chase. Peter was hot on her trail, following the swift child by the sound of her bubbling laughter.
Lost, paused a moment and took a deep breath filling her lungs and calming her giggles she didn't want to be tracked and caught by a boy! Gosh no girls were more superior, she would have to change their game of cat and mouse around on him, without Peter knowing of course.
Looking around quickly Lost started to form a plan of action she would have to circle around without a sound of stirring the wind so much. Spotting a hollow log on the forest floor Lost quickly flew in and held her breath.
There was a hole in the bark just big enough for one eye top peak through and spy on Peter Pan. It was a mere second before the rugged boy sped by the hiding spot of the delectable girl. Clamping a hand to her mouth Lost stifled a giggle and quietly flew out of the log and began stalking the lost boy.
Peter flew in pursuit of his friend and currently his enemy. Sadly though Peter's tracking skills weren't the best and the girl had stopped her giggling, and it was hard to follow a silent subject through the thick foliage. Actually the forest was extremely quiet; there was an eerie feel to it as if Peter was being watched. He tried to shake the feeling as a chill ran up his spine. Peter paused in flight, with a strangely loud swallow that seemed to echo in the silent clearing, the boy glanced around quickly. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn, or Lost did either way he should turn back.
As he turned to return the way he had come, Peter was met with the cool edge of a sword resting on his left jugular. With a loud uncharacteristic scream Peter jumped back to only hear the insane bouts of giggles spewing from the illusive lost girl. Peter quickly put himself together and growled how dare she make a mockery of him!
"You were so scared!" laughed Lost clutching her sides as she rose slightly into the sky.
Peter growled, "I was not scared! Just… startled." Peter became flush and looked away from the lost girl, and her laughter that filled the clearing.
Suddenly the laughing cam to an abrupt halt, Lost was tired of this game and a wide grin plastered itself upon her face, "Come let's play my favorite game!"
Peter looked at Lost, her light brown hair was no longer smooth as Wendy kept it, but neither was it ratty, simply wind worn, a stray leaf skeleton that clung to her head, her forest green eyes danced and there was a few black dirt smudges on her face, as well Lost's palms were blackened by decomposing dirt and log. The brown legging she wore was frayed on the ends and the white shirt seemed to not be so white anymore. The girl floating in front of him was radiating, pure pleasure and joy. After so long of the girl that insisted that the lost boy(s) washed behind ears, you would think it strange to find dirt under her fingernails, but as Peter gazed at the girl it seemed correct, right that she looked as she did.
He couldn't help but smile, "And what is this game, Lost?"
"Not seeing blood," was the plain answer of the young girl, as if that phrase should mean something to Neverland's prince.
Peter shot the girl a quizzical look, but she just burst into the sky like a rocket calling after herself, "Bloody Carrie loves blood!" Peter took a second to process what the girl said before he sped after her.
Nimbly landing on the cool forest floor Lost ducked behind a large tree by the mission that bloody Carrie had brought to Never Neverland. She wasn't far from the fresh graves and wondered where all the people came. It was no secret that Carrie preferred the ladies, perhaps their blood was redder or sweeter, who knows? But through it all the village was never in short order of females. And there was always boats coming to the island with more people who wished to settle under the duchess' rule. Why anyone would want that? Was still a mystery to Lost.
The wind picked up bringing the scent of coagulated blood to the nose of the lost girl, green eyes scanned the street stained red. She barely noticed when Peter landed behind her. A new scent drifted towards the children the stench of fear, although to a human nose the fear is usually to subtle a scent. But never when the deranged duchess was around. The fear spiked as the lust of Bloody Elaine Carrie spiked.
Lost turned to the blond boy behind her and whispered, "I take the right arm and you take the left arm of the victim and we'll fly her to the nearest roof and leave her there, okay?"
Peter nodded and followed the girls lead as she flew stealthily into the village. Roof hopping the two made their was toward the thick fog that smelled heavily of stale blood, fear, lust, and death. A young girl not too many years older than the children lay fallen on the dirt ground a red hand print stung her right cheek, being cooled by slow salt-water trails, she looked disheveled and scared. Above her stood a woman whose skin was white as crème, her pitch black hair was pulled in a tight in a bun, her ebony eyes were glassed over with a strange sort of lust, her lips as red as blood were turned in a cruel smirk. Her gown was a stiff brown, with splotches of a dark crimson to the wetter shades of red. It was obvious her dress dye was blood. Her weapon of choice at this moment was an ax, a beautiful rusted, dull ax.
With a sadistic laugh, the ax that was raised high in the air was brought down and only met with a dull thunk as the ax was buried to the hilt in the ground. Carrie growled raising her black eyes to see where her toy, her meal, her victim ran off to in such ungodly speed.
As her eyes scanned the square a teasing voice filled the silence,
"Carrie Carrie quite contrary,
How does your graveyard grow?
With bloody kills, and tortured chills
And pretty heads all in a row."
The duchess sneered and looked up to the roofs spotting her most abhor enemy and delicious dessert. Abate a bit taller and older was the girl and she was now accompanied by the King of Pirates' enemy and the girl that was supposed to die! In a voice as sweet as honey, in low seductive tones that anyone would love if they didn't see the blood stiffened gown,
"One little girl, one little girl,
See how she flies, see how she flies
She chases after the duke's wife,
Who craves her blood on a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in you life,
As one little girl?"
"I'll never bleed for you Bloody Carrie!" mocked the lost girl.
Bloody Elaine Carrie got a dreamy look on her face as she remembered a very long time ago, "I remember, when I cut your hair with a sword swing, and it nicked the back of your neck, three delectable drops fell from my sword to my tongue. I swear it was heaven! I'll make a wine of you yet little girl!"
"If you want my blood, why kill this girl?" asked Lost with a bored sigh.
Duchess Elaine Carrie answered absent mindedly brushing non-existing stray hairs from her face, "I ran out of shampoo."
"Well you'll never get it, or your fine wine!" remarked Lost, accompanied by the sound of the unsheathing of cold steel. The petite girl jumped off her roof doing a flip in the air before landing with a cat like grace in a coagulating puddle of blood (or the ground, same difference).
In one long enraged battle cry the ax was out of the ground and being swung down upon the young girl. Lost parried the offending blow only to watch as the ax swung swiftly over the duchess' head to come back around at Lost. The green eyed girl moved her sword for a blade edge block. The sheer force of the strength in the swing cut the shaft of the ax on Lost's sword. Giving Lost mere seconds to see what was happening so she could duck.
The metal head whizzed through the air, followed shortly by the loud thunk of metal on wood. After a short pause there was the sound of a rather large apple falling from the tree and rolling across the ground with a bit of bounce, a pregnant pause after that proved to hold the sound of someone falling to their knees and than at last the final clunk.
Lost looked up to see that the axe head was in bedded in the frame of one of the nearby wooden huts and next to the frame, lying in a pool of hot blood and dirt was a man that was lacking his head. A few paces away was the bodiless-head, two glassy white orbs staring hauntingly at the young girl.
Elaine cried in rage summoning her ten concubines that are a sadistic as their mistress… err… nine, nine concubines. At this moment when the nine men surrounded Carrie and the Lost girl, Peter decided he should perhaps help, or at least judge the fighting skills of a non-pirate as far as adults go.
Flying down to nearly touch the blood ridden ground, Peter was soon assaulted by two leather clad men that were brandishing large curved swords that looked like a large wolf's fang. Parrying an attach Peter risked a glance at Lost, and Carrie, who was now brandishing a sword of her own. Peter wished he could watch the girl fight but the swipe to his ankles at the same time as the one to his neck kept him. Peter was suddenly glad that he had mastered lying down in midair. Sinking his stomach away from the down coming blade Peter shied away from the blade floating upward until he stood one foot on each pursuers head. The concubines looked at each other and than glared up at Peter, who stuck out his tongue. With a grunt the two men raised their swords in a down strike to Peter's toes. Peter flew backwards back hitting a wooden structure as he watch in horror as the swords continued their descent. Skull cut and blood gushed up around the blade lodged in each man's cranium the dead weight fell lifelessly to the ground.
Peter looked up at the young girl, who had a light sheen of sweat across her brow. The circle of sword wielding men was growing tighter and Peter decided that the game was over, they would fight another day.
Apparently in the low light of the setting sun Lost thought the same as Peter and within seconds she flew vertically out of her circle of pursuers. Meeting Peter in the air he took her hand and turned to face the raving duchess and her people. With an extravagant bow on Peter's part and a curtsy from Lost they turned to each other and doing the same before they picked up on a merry flit to the music of the wind. It was not until an arrow flew past their heads that's they flew off into the setting sun.
Author's Note: I do not own the two nursery rhymes that I rewrote for this chapter the original lines are:
Mary Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
The second:
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run.
They all run after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?
So I thought it befitting to use these nursery rhymes since they both refer to Queen Mary Tudor I better know as Bloody Mary. If you didn't know there are three Bloody Mary's in history; Mary Tudor I, who killed lots of Protestants; Mary of the Scots, a warrior queen; and Elizabeth (number forgotten) who killed virgins and bathed in their blood because she believed that it would keep her youthful beauty (Ha! Crazy psycho path! She is only Bloody Mary because "Virgin killing, blood bathing Elizabeth" just didn't have the same ring to it). For a deeper analysis of the nursery rhymes please visit http/ www .rhymes .org.uk/mary maryquitecontrary .htm (remove spaces) and http/ www .rhymes .org.uk/three blindmice .htm (remove spaces)
Also a note On the Duchess she became a duchess through marriage. The duke was killed in her lustful rage (she's a necrophiliac remember) on their wedding night. It was made public that the duke was murdered by "pirates" that night.
I hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think.
Na