Wendy caught her breath, piecing together all that was happening around her. Once again she was in a deadly corner with no way out. By the looks of it, her deadly corner was in a lab or morgue of some sort. How ironic.
"Please, join me." The ex-doctor insisted, the unsteady look in his eyes warning Wendy not to refuse. She walked as slowly as possible however, trying to buy herself time for someone to show up.
Yet Wendy had the sickening feeling that no one would be coming to aid her rescue this time around.
She glanced at Pan who was nodding in and out of consciousness. When his heavy eyes managed a glance her way she could swear that they were looking right through her, unable to hold onto her for long, before he slipped into a state of semi-consciousness.
"It's so nice to finally match a face to a name." Jekyll stated as he mixed something in a beaker. "Well, a clearer face." He glanced back to where Wendy stiffly sat, his eyes blank. "You look much different without the life draining from your eyes."
Wendy's throat burned at his careless words, her fear rising to the ultimate high.
"Very different. You know, I've always had a fondness for blondes." He said casually as he sat the liquid-filled beaker and three smaller ones down on a freshly wiped embalming table, harshly kicking a stray stool to the end so that he could sit.
Wendy jumped at the bang, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
"Pull up a chair."
Wendy couldn't move, her fear stilling her limbs.
He glanced up at her, the light jumping off his glasses and glaring at her.
"Now, please." He said lowly.
A small moan from Peter caught her attention. His head lulled to the side and Wendy could just see his eyes peeking out from under his lids.
Wendy released a shuddering gasp of relief. Even if he couldn't help her right now, just having him nearby was enough to keep her from panicking.
Jekyll followed her line of sight and rolled his eyes, turning to Pan and sending a sharp kick into his side.
"Stop!" Wendy screamed.
Jekyll glared at her and slammed his fist on the embalming table. "The tea's getting cold!"
Wendy forced herself to jerk forward. Pan's safety depended on her cooperation, and judging by how he was curled on the floor, he couldn't take too many more hits.
She pulled a stool to the other end of the table, her nose crinkling at the smell of disinfectant and tea that had seeped too long.
"Good girl." Jekyll muttered, pouring the "tea" in the larger beaker into one of the smaller ones, sliding it in Wendy's general direction. She caught it before it could slide off the table and was rewarded with a silent nod from the mad doctor. The glass was filthy and Wendy didn't even want to imagine what was mixed with the dark liquid.
"Fondness for blondes." Jekyll mused as he swished the components of his own glass around. "Pretty blondes who bleed pretty red on the pretty ground." He laughed at the makeshift poem, glancing Pan's way. He took the third beaker and poured the liquid on top of his head which Pan barely registered.
Wendy shivered, commanding herself to calm down now that she had a table between her and the madman. He could still access Peter, but as long as she kept his focus on her (and as long as Pan stayed still) they'd be alright.
"Why am I here?" Wendy asked quietly, tensing when Jekyll's disturbed gaze lifted back up to her. He stared at her as if the answer was obvious. In a way it was. Wendy knew who he wanted, but why all the dramatics? Why lure her and Pan down here?
"I want my pretty blue-eyed friend back." He stated simply, a sick half-smile spreading over his face. "And I'd like her back as quickly as possible."
Wendy gulped, thinking of the shaking, bruised girl in her apartment who was afraid of her own shadow.
"Tell me where you've hidden her," Jekyll said, "And…" he paused to think, "I'll let you go."
A small moan came from Pan. Wendy braced for the yelp of pain from him to follow but it didn't.
"What about him?" Wendy asked quietly, glancing pointedly at Pan. "Will you let him go too?"
"Oh no." Jekyll said with a disgusted frown. "He stays. He's dead. I'm killing him."
"What?" Wendy gawked. "Why?"
"It's been a long time coming!" Jekyll shouted.
Wendy glanced back and forth between the mad doctor and Pan. Maybe if she kept him distracted long enough she could come up with an escape plan.
"What happened between you two?"
"What…it doesn't matter!" Jekyll yelled at her, slamming his hand on the table. "Tell me where she is!"
"Tell me about Pan first!" Wendy fought back, her voice loud but shaking.
Jekyll shot from his seat and sped to Wendy's side, hand raised and eyes set for murder. Wendy braced for a hit, closing her eyes and gripping the bottom of the stool so that she wouldn't go flying.
However, she heard him stop just in front of her and no violence came. She dared to turn her head and looked up at him, meeting his dead eyes.
She tensed when he suddenly he reached out to pick of one of her golden locks, rubbing it between his fingers.
"Pretty blondes who bleed pretty red on the pretty ground." He muttered, dropping the lock and crouching until they were eye-level.
"I really don't want to hurt you." He whispered so tenderly Wendy almost believed him. "But if you try to quip-pro-quo me again, I will bash your head into the table, do you understand?"
So frozen in fear, it took Wendy a moment to respond.
"Good girl." He replied huskily, taking a step back.
A stuttering cough came from Pan's direction. Jekyll snarled and stalked around the table to pick Pan up by his hair.
"Don't hurt him!" Wendy cried out.
"Shut up!" Jekyll shouted at her, pulling Pan to his knees. "Looks like I have to go ahead and get you out of the way."
"No!" Wendy exclaimed. "I'll…I'll take you to her now!"
Jekyll paused, his grip bruising the back of Pan's neck. "Really? You'll do it right now?"
Pan's glassy eyes met Wendy's. He was still delirious from Jekyll's treatment but there was still the hint of anger blooming in his expression.
"Yeah…" Wendy gulped, looking away from Peter. "Just don't hurt him anymore."
Jekyll glared at Pan's struggling form before abruptly releasing him, grabbing the chains and pulling them until Pan was in an upright position with little moving room.
"Stay put." Jekyll said with a harsh smirk. "We'll be right back."
Wendy tried to meet Pan's eyes and somehow let him know that she was going to get him out of this, get them all out of this, somehow. Yet he wouldn't look at her, and Wendy tried to reassure herself that if was simply because he was still recovering from whatever Jekyll had done to him.
Jekyll took hold of Wendy's arm, his grip restraining but not painful, and pulled her to a metal door on the other side of the room. A wave of panic ran through her when he unlocked and pulled the screaming door opened. A cold burst of air smacked her in the face and Wendy caught a whiff of mold and…chemicals?
Her heart leaped at the realization that this must be how Belle escaped. That would mean that they were in the abandoned wing of the hospital.
Jekyll took hold of her shoulder and started pushing her out, his grip remaining tight in case she tried to make a break for it.
Pan yelped as he weakly fought against the pipe and chains.
"Wendy…" he wheezed. He felt hot and nauseous and terribly scared.
And he was never scared.
"Wendy…don't…" a wave of bile rose to his throat and he spewed the orange, burning mess on the ground.
Wendy stopped, watching as he puked and then go limp, his eyes closing and his body convulsing.
"Pan?" Wendy called out to him, trying to pull away from Jekyll's grip. "What's wrong with him?"
"Doesn't matter." Jekyll muttered as he pushed her out the door.
"No wait!" Wendy yelled as she stumbled into the dark, damp cold. "Something's wrong! Pan!"
She made another break for the door but Jekyll grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the nearest wall, shutting the door behind him. He pulled a flashlight from his coat pocket and shined it in Wendy's face.
Wendy gripped her tender skull, glaring at the mad man trying to blind her.
"I see now why he calls you bird." Jekyll mused, crouching to Wendy's level. "You like to fly." He reached out and flicked one of her curls away from her face. "But if you try to leave your cage again, I'll break your wings."
Wendy swallowed hard, her fear slowly blending with a white-hot anger just under her skin.
Jekyll shrugged at her lack of response and pulled her to her feet and pushed her ahead of him.
"Walk straight. I'll light the path."
Wendy obeyed, fists clenched and spine straight. She thought out the possibility of attacking him, of slamming his head into the walls until he passed out. However, the idea of him killing her in this dank hall and leaving her to rot left a terrifying chill in her heart. She'd have to keep her temper for now and figure out some other way to take this madman down.
She had to walk slowly as the light barely lit her path. The shadows the light created formed figures that played with her tattered nerves. Suddenly one of the figures took on a more human shape and Wendy screamed when the towering man who had attacked her and Sydney just moments ago stood before her.
Jekyll wrapped one arm around her neck and cupped her mouth closed, hissing a warning against her neck. Wendy struggled not to inhale the scent of chemicals on his palm.
"Go get everything ready for Pan." Jekyll ordered towards the man. "I'll be back soon."
The tall man nodded, his expression blank but Wendy could see the leer in his eyes when he turned to her. Jekyll may be terrifying, but this man had shown that he was a true monster.
It was only after his footsteps faded that Jekyll's hand slid down to her shoulder.
"He didn't tell me you were a singing bird." Jekyll chuckled, his fingers drumming on her arms. Wendy tensed when he turned his face towards her hair, his warm breath making the back of her neck sweat.
"Pretty, pretty blonde." He muttered, and when Wendy felt his lips press against her head she shrieked and twisted from his grip, the flashlight shooting out of his hand.
"What the everlasting hell are you doing!" Wendy screamed at him, her disgust momentarily outweighing her fear.
Jekyll stared at her for the longest time, his eyes filled with a delusional glare. Finally, he straightened up, soothing the lapels of his stained lab coat.
"Forgive me Miss Darling, I forgot myself."
Wendy shivered and bent down to retrieve the flashlight, an idea coming to her. A dangerous one, but one that might buy her some time.
"Did you ever do that to her?" Wendy inquired quietly, her hand hovering just over the flashlight.
"What? Who?" Jekyll answered impatiently.
"Belle. Did you ever force yourself into her space and make her feel violated?" Wendy asked more forcefully, waiting for him to grab her hair and yell at her. Instead she heard him scoff and was glad she couldn't see his face.
"I…did what I had to to get her to cooperate." He stated in far too casually. "Same as I'm doing with you."
Wendy gripped the flashlight tightly, her shaking causing the light to dance on the walls. With a deep breath she shot around and slammed the head of the flashlight into the corner of his eye. The sound of the cracked when she hit him made her feel immensely satisfied that she had caused damage.
With no time to spare, she made a hazy dash back to the underground lab, Jekyll's screams of agony and threats of breaking her neck following her. She had to save Pan. That henchman would kill him as surely as he had killed Sydney.
She scanned along the walls until she felt the coolness of the metal door. A cold sweat ran down her spine at the thought of opening the door. It would be like opening the lid on her own coffin. The man on the other side could break her in half, as he probably did Sydney.
She glanced down the hallway knowing that Jekyll would be on her in a moment. She had to either run and hope she got by him or go in there and face the monster man who would probably snap her neck the second he got his hands on her.
She thought of Belle. She had had her life stolen from her, been violated and tortured for reasons Wendy couldn't gathered. She deserved to have that life returned to her.
Wendy reasoned with a heavy heart that if she died, Belle would be safe long enough for someone to find her. As for Pan…
Wendy had no idea how she could save him.
I'm so scared.
Flashlight raised, she slowly opened the door, wincing the rust-on-metal gave her away. She paranoidly expected the tall man to be waiting for her but was relieved to see him across the room fiddling with a syringe. She quickly closed the door and latched it in case Jekyll composed himself.
"Back already?"
Wendy didn't answer, using his turned back as an opportunity to ease closer. Her entire body was shaking and she felt like she was about to pass out from fear.
"Everything's ready." He said as he turned to face Wendy. "Do you want to do the honors or…"
Wendy froze as he stared at her, his eyebrows lifted in surprise but otherwise his expression was impassive. She dared a glance at Pan and found him curled in the fetal position, a pool of discolored vomit just touching his head.
"Oh Pan…" Wendy sobbed.
The tall man released an abrasive sigh and set down the syringe, impatiently snatching off his gloves.
"He plays with his prey far too much."
Wendy braced herself as he came bounding towards her.
"And we've wasted too much time playing with the two of you!"
He was just at her when Wendy swung the flashlight at his temple, barely damaging him but surprising him just enough for her to slip away. Scarce on a battle plan, she picked up everything she could and threw them at the quick-to-recover man. He reflected her meager attacks with ease and advanced more quickly towards her.
Running out of ammo, she took the chair Jekyll had been sitting in moments before and pushed it in his way, running behind the metal table to Pan.
"Pan? Hey,you okay?"
His face was cold and clammy, but she could feel a fluttering pulse if she pressed hard enough into his neck.
"Hold on." She begged as she got ready to sprint away. "Everything's going to be okay. Belle's safe. Just…please hang on!"
She screamed as she barely missed getting punched by the tall lackey. She circled one of the other tables and grabbed the syringe he had been filling. They had some space between them, just enough for Wendy to panic for a solution.
"You should have just done what he said!" the lackey yelled at her. "He would have let you live!"
"But not Pan or Belle!" she shouted back. "You can't just treat people like property!"
"She wasn't property, she was collateral!"
"What the hell is with this town!"
The man howled and jumped over the table after her. Wendy turned to run but he grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground. The syringe rolled from her hand and she struggled to pull herself up before the man straddled her waist and wrapped his hands around her throat.
Wendy gasped for air—a mistake that caused her to lose what little oxygen she had in her lungs instantly. She clawed at his hands and wrists and tried to stab his thighs with her knees but he didn't relent. Her lungs burned and her heart pounded as her body began to shut down. This was excruciating. She'd rather been shot.
He hands released his wrists and searched for anything to hit him with but the feeling in her fingers had already faded. Her vision was fading and her thoughts were scattering. She was dying, and she could feel every sensation that came with it.
Scraps of images flashed across her dying mind.
Her mother's patient smile.
The red dog blood on her hands.
Pan's mysterious frown. She never did get to close the mystery on him and Belle.
It was all over. The trauma, the adventures, the mysteries. If she wasn't in so much pain she might have been sad.
There was one last burst of pain and Wendy was sure her lungs had burst. Instead, air quickly and harshly filled her lungs. Wendy coughed until she regained enough of her senses to figure out what had happened. Her ribs were aching from her attacker's weight and she was too dizzy to move around.
Her head lulled to the side and caught site of her attacker sliding down the opposite wall, clutching his neck. She arched her head up and squinted, vaguely able to make out the shape of the syringe in his neck. She hadn't done that…had she?
A horrible retching sound reverberated through the clustered air and Wendy found just enough strength to find the source.
It was a slumped-over Pan, free from his chains other than one that was wrapped around his ankle. Her vision had cleared enough to see that he was deathly pale and vomiting small loads of bile. He must have been the one that stabbed neck. Right in the nick of time at that.
Very carefully, she turned on her side, muffling a scream of pain, and then her stomach. She was ready to sob just from the effort and decided that trying to stand would be the death of her. Her lungs seemed to be working but something was wrong with her ribs. That man probably broke a few of them.
She glanced back and saw that her attacker had passed out against the wall, under the affects of whatever was in that syringe no doubt.
Before she could celebrate the victory the image of Jekyll's vengeful scowl flashed across her mind and she crawled as quickly as her sore ribs would allow.
"Pan?" Wendy breathed as she shook pulled herself to his side.
Pan grabbed her wrist, too weak to squeeze it but hard enough to keep her attention.
"Belle…did you sell her out?"
"No." Wendy shook her head. "He doesn't know where she is. She's fine, but are you okay?"
He sloppily wiped the remains of spit from his mouth and glared at her. "Do I bloody look okay to you, you crow?"
Wendy laughed, an action that choked her more harshly than her attacker had. She didn't think she'd ever hear him insult her again.
Peter Pan might be the bane of her existence, but she would take him aggravating the hell out of her than being alone any day.
"Okay pull it together." Pan wheezed. "I feel like I'm about to pass out again and I need you to stay conscious long enough to get our broken arses to the elevator before Jekyll rears his face again. What did you do to him?"
Wendy scoffed, shaking her head. "I hit him with a flashlight. I think I broke his glasses in his eyes."
Pan smiled with a sense of pride. "You're pretty tactful under pressure. Can you try to stand? Use me as a prop if you have to but help me get to my feet."
Wendy hesitated but gripped his shoulder and slowly stood, crying softly.
"Son of a bitch!" she sobbed when she got to her feet. She took several shallow breaths, using Pan to keep herself steady as the pain in her ribs subsided.
"Okay, my turn." Pan muttered as he gripped Wendy's wrist and nearly pulled her down trying to get to his feet.
"Be careful!" Wendy exclaimed as she propped herself against the wall.
"God what did that son of a bitch give me." he groaned, gagging.
Wendy stayed quiet until he was steady on his feet. Then she wrapped an arm around his waist so that he could lean against her."
"What did they do to you?" she questioned.
"Everything but fuck me up the arse."
"Wow." Wendy said with a roll of her eyes. "Good to see you didn't lose your vulgarity during your puking sessions."
"Glad to see you didn't get the snippiness choked out of you." Pan fought back.
Wendy harshly leaned him against the wall by the elevator. They could fight all they wanted once they got the hell out of here.
She was about to pull the door open when it came to life, signaling that someone was on their way down.
"Oh you've got to be shitting me!" Pan growled.
Panic coursed through Wendy like a tidal wave. This was going to end with her death, and she was too weak to fight for it this time.
"It's probably Jekyll." Pan said. "Go. I'll distract him."
Wendy collapsed by his side. "I'm not leaving you!"
"Oh don't try to be a martyr."
"I'm literally not leaving you! Everything hurts, I can't move!"
Peter struggled for an idea but for the first time in his life couldn't form one. Jekyll wanted his blood, and he was probably pissed enough at Wendy to go for hers.
"Just…" he sat up the best he could, ready to tackle Jekyll when he emerged. "Just stay back and let him come at me first."
"Pan…I'm…"
"Don't." Pan said. "This is on me…I wanted to keep Belle safe…I couldn't do it before. And I got you mixed up in this. I'm…sorry Wendy. I really, really am." The words felt like acid on his tongue, but Wendy deserved an apology.
Wendy swallowed hard, refusing to cry. She grabbed his hand and squeezed, wanting to reassure them both that they would at least have each other.
The elevator finally stopped, and Wendy held her breath as the doors opened, squeezing Pan's hand. She closed her eyes and listened at the footsteps echoed off the concrete floor, waiting for a blow from Jekyll. Waiting for death.
"Miss Darling?"
Wendy's eyes shot opened at the familiar accented voice. "Sh…Sherriff Graham."
The sheriff lowered his flashlight from her face, smiling with relief.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Wendy smiled, an unprecedented wave of relief crashing through her. "Yeah we're…" she turned to Pan but found that he slipping into unconsciousness once more, his fingers loosening between her own.
"No Pan! Come on we're okay!" She cried as she shook him.
"Easy," Graham instructed, crouching to their level.
Wendy nearly screamed when he checked Pan's pulse.
"He's okay." He assured her, checking the rest of him and frowning at the fresh needle holes in his arms. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his walkie talkie.
"David, send a paramedic down here. We have two injured and…" he glanced over at the man he saw upon his entry into the underground morgue. "One dead."
Wendy leaned into the wall, feeling scared and relieved and so very anxious all at once. She was also very tired and rumbling of the elevator against her back was enough to lull her asleep. But she needed Graham to know everything. Belle still needed to be saved and Jekyll to be stopped. And then there was poor Sydney…
"Sherriff…there's more to this..."
"I know Miss Darling." Graham said. "Glass told me everything."
Wendy twitched, wondering if her exhaustion was causing her to hear things.
"What? No he…I saw him…"
"Shh." The sheriff soothed. "He's okay. He called us from your cellphone and told us everything. He slipped a disk in his back but he's going to be okay. Said something about firing you two."
Wendy scoffed, her head feeling heavier. "That's…too bad…"
"Hang on!" Graham demanded, giving her a shake. "Try to stay awake just a little longer."
"Did you…find her?"
Graham's eyebrows furrowed in question. "Who? Wendy, stay awake!" he shook her again but she had already slipped into unconsciousness.
"Damn it." Graham growled, staring anxiously at the elevator as it took its time coming down.
Finally the additional paramedic arrived and Graham helped him load Wendy and Pan onto stretchers. They'd come back with a body bag in a moment.
As Graham happily pulled the lever to send them up, Pan's hand shot out, hitting him in the leg.
"Hey," Graham greeted. "Got yourself in another one haven't you?"
"Wendy's house…she's there …" Pan forced as he strained against the gurney restraints.
"Wendy's right here." Graham assured him.
"No not…her! Belle…"
A bolt of shock shot through the sheriff's mind at the name Storybrooke's one and only missing person.
"Pan what are…"
"I didn't…want him to find her…but I can't help her now…she needs to be safe…"
Graham shook his head, confused as hell but strangely excited. "Okay. She's…going to be okay. Just rest."
Pan nodded gratefully and relaxed, muttered incoherent babbles as he slipped into unconsciousness once more.
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Wendy wasn't sure what to feel when she awoke that night. She felt unnervingly calm, the complete opposite to what she felt the last time she was in this very bed. She knew the nurses must have given her something to preserve her in such a state. Otherwise she would be screaming in panic.
This was déjà vu. It was all happening as it had when she went after de Vil.
Pan was beside her. Any moment now he was going to wake up and he was going to stupidly kiss him. Tomorrow Jekyll was going to appear out of the blue and try to kill he again. She might survive again but she didn't want to. She didn't want to live through this again. She wanted it to stop.
For the time being it had. She was on a cloud of tranquility, able to register what was going on around her but not being able to react to anything.
It was nice, different.
And just underlyingly terrifying.
The door opened and Wendy watched the nurses roll in a gurney. She gasped when she recognized Sydney's form under a cage of steel.
"Sydney." Wendy greeted, unable to inject any great amount of emotion in her voice.
"Oh, hey kid." Sydney greeted, hissing when the nurse helped him into the bed and rolled the gurney out. "Oh God, the next month is going to be a bitch and a half."
Wendy managed a laugh, a gently breeze of happiness pushing through her empathetic haze.
"I'm really glad you're okay. But…how? I saw him…I heard a crack. I thought he broke your spine or neck or something."
Sydney scoffed. "The asshole slammed me into the desk alright, but the crack you heard was my cellphone breaking…and a disk in my back slipping out of place." He laughed. "I heard him activate the elevator and then you were gone." He looked at her with a sorrowful frown. "I wasn't sure what he had done to you for a minute there."
Wendy shook her head. "He sent me to Hell, figuratively speaking. Oh, I found out who was keeping Belle captive...oh my God!" Wendy shot up, a dull ache spreading through her chest. "Belle's still in my apartment! Oh my God she must be so scared!"
"Wendy calm down."
Wendy ignored him and threw her legs over the bed, slowly making her way to the door.
"Wendy seriously, lie back down."
"He might have gotten to her already! I promised her she'd be okay!"
"Would you calm the fuck down!"
Wendy glanced back to find Pan throwing open the curtain surrounding his bed, glaring daggers at her.
"How's a guy supposed to recover from a near drug overdose with you freaking out!"
"But Belle—"
"Is fine!" Pan insisted. "I handled it. Gold is with her now and everybody's puking rainbows!"
Wendy glanced at Glass who shook his head and gave her a look that begged her to drop it.
"What about Jekyll?" Wendy asked. "Is he in custody…or did I..."
"You didn't kill him." Pan grumbled as he laid back down, glaring at the ceiling. "He's gone. And if he knows what's good for him, he'll run so far and so fast Graham will never be able to sniff him out."
The answer filled Wendy with more dread. "He's going to come back."
"No he's not." Pan insisted agitatedly. He could sense her arising paranoia but he honestly couldn't muster the give-a-damn right now. When he woke up a few hours ago he immediately went searching to see if Graham had managed to coax Belle from Wendy's apartment. He limped past the nurse's station and caught site of Graham at the end of the hall with his jacket draped over a very shaky Belle's shoulders.
For the first time in a long time, Pan was filled with deep-seated happiness. He was going to approach her, offer to sit with her while the doctor conducted the needed tests. Maybe she'd remember him again. Maybe things could be different between them this time.
But in a single second his hopes and happiness cracked and shattered when Mr. Gold stepped out of one of the rooms. Belle turned to look at him with a smile, her eyes glowing with hope and familiarity.
Why didn't you ever smile at me like that?
When Gold offered his arm for her to hold onto, she took it without hesitation.
Don't touch him. Don't let him take you away again.
Pan watched them disappear into the room and met Graham's eyes.
Traitor.
Pan turned back to his room despite hearing the sheriff call out his name, blinking back something equivalent to tears.
Now he just wanted silence so he could think, but Wendy was choosing now to freak out, though he couldn't blame her. He could only imagine what Jekyll put her through while he was floating in and out of Nod Land.
"Wendy just…trust me on this."
"No offense Pan," Wendy growled, "but your trust isn't worth the price of dirt to me."
"Ouch." Sydney chimed in.
"Both of you just shut up and go back to sleep!" Pan exclaimed, loosing patience. "I'm pretty sure Graham's got his deputy savaging the town for him now. He wouldn't dare show his face here."
"You sound pretty confident about that." Wendy said, leaning against the railing of her bed.
"I know him enough to know that he'll run before facing confrontation. With his muscle dead, he'll have no choice." He turned to Wendy, seeing the fear and hesitation on her face. He really wished he knew what to say. If he wasn't so concerned with what was going on down the hall he probably could come up with something.
He sat up in bed and gave her the softest look he could muster. "Just…relax. We're safe tonight."
Wendy didn't believe him, but she knew she was safer here than anywhere else. Not to mention she was sore and exhausted and there was a bed right beside her, though she knew she would not be sleeping well tonight.
She slipped back under the starchy blankets, glancing over at Sydney who gave her a gentle smile before he pulled his bed curtain. She turned back to Pan, to thank him, but found that he had turned his back to her.
Guess she wouldn't be giving him that thank you kiss tonight.
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Barely a mile outside the town, Jekyll was running for his life. He could barely see as that blonde had blinded him in his right eye. He was going to rip every strand of hair out of her skull when he got his hands on her, if his lackey hadn't done so already.
The half moon barely lit his path to the car he had stashed three days prior. He hastily removed the tree limbs from the door and slipped inside, searching through the glove compartment for the spare beeper.
He hesitated to turn it on, knowing that he was going to be in the worst trouble of his life when his boss found out he had failed. If he didn't respond however, he'd be dead in a week.
He glanced over his shoulder once more. So far no one was following but it was only a matter of time. Last time the town all but stone him to death after what he did to that Lydgate woman. They wouldn't let him get away this time.
The beeper came to life and his stomach dropped when he saw that he already had a message from his boss.
WHY HAVEN'T YOU RESPONDED?
Jekyll gulped and messaged back.
COMPRIMISED. BLUE EYES FOUND.
For the longest time no message came through and rather than relief, Jekyll became increasingly nervous. So much that when the next message came through he nearly jumped out of his skin.
PITY. YOU ARE NO LONGER OF ANY USED TO ME THEN.
Jekyll blinked, ice coursing through his veins.
GOODBYE.
Jekyll saw the figure approach the window out of the corner of his eye, or more so, he saw the gun the figure was pointing at him.
"No wait!"
He tried to crawl into the passenger seat but the figure pulled the trigger before he could move.
A moment of motionless silence followed and the figure was sure that former doctor Henry Jekyll was dead. With a gloved hand they opened the door and removed the bloody beeper from his hand and left, leaving Jekyll's body for the authorities to find another day.