Summary: Jasper never thought he would feel the pull of his mate, having Alice around made things bearable. Johanna, a procurer of hard to find objects, thought she was just collecting ingredients for the witch who currently employed her. "One job closer" is Johanna's motto. Little does she know that this one job would change her world forever.
Once upon a time, there was a barber his wife who lived in a little flat above a pie shop on Fleet Street in London. The couple was blessed with a beautiful baby girl, with yellow hair, like wheat, beautiful pale skin. At the time, the couple believed they would be happy forever. That is, until a Judge saw the young mother at market fell for her immeasurable beauty. The Judge quickly planned with his Beadle to remove the barber from his place next to his beautiful wife.
It took until the child's first birthday for the Judge to have his way and have the barber transported. The judge went on to woo the beautiful woman he fell for at the market, to no avail. The woman refused to budge from her needle, blaming the judge for the loss of her wonderful husband who gave her their daughter, the earth, and moon on a string.
The Judge then made yet another plan to have the beauty. Asking his Beadle to go tell her to come to his mansion the following evening so he could apologize for the dreadful plight that he had put her in.
The next night, the beauty went to the Judge's estate, leaving her sweet baby girl with her landlord and his wife, only to find that a masquerade party was occurring at that very moment. She enters to find that the upper class of their society was all in attendance. She looks for the Judge, having a drop of champaign as she asks people she doesn't know where she could find their host.
She eventually does find him, rather he found her, the Judge leads her to a private location where they can discuss matters. Only, they didn't talk. He violated her, taking her purity away from her, making her betray her husband, whom the Judge had transported. He let her go once he was finished with her. She tried to get someone, anyone, to listen to her, but it fell on deaf ears as the party goers laughed, thinking her daft.
Her suffering didn't end there, upon returning home, all she could do was think about her betrayal to her husband had a plan to make amends with him, even if it was against her faith. The next day she went to the apothecary with her child and bought arsenic. That night, she put her child down for the evening, sang her a lullaby, and kissed her good night before going to the window to look at the moon.
The moon was full and red as blood, she opened the bottle of arsenic, "Mother, I know your watching over me and your granddaughter," she began, eyes welling with tears, "I know you will keep her safe once I am gone," with that she drinks the arsenic, awaiting the darkness.
The doctors are able to save her, much to her dismay, but what caused her the most pain, was her inability to keep her child. The Judge had taken custody of her sweet babe, to raise as his own.
The world kept spiralling downward for the poor mother, her beautiful glow dimming with each passing day as she sunk deeper into depression. Her landlord's wife had sent her onto the streets, where she had to learn the ropes quickly. She learned to scrap and scrape by on what little charity she would receive. She continued to break her vows to her lost husband to make sure she lived another day. She saved what money she could, that wasn't spent on food, hiding her savings behind a brick at the Cathedral's rear end.
She would hide in the shadows watch her little girl grow until age 5, when the beauty received an unexpected visitor, "Lucille, it's been a long time," a velvety, elderly female voice says, handing the beauty a basket full of goodies from clothing to shoes to food to money, "You look so much like your mother."
"Auntie," the beauty now known as Lucille replies, standing to bow to her aunt, "How can this poor beggar woman serve the Fates this day?"
"I see that the beggar lifestyle hasn't taken your manners away," the aunt replies, nodding her approval, "It is not you that will serve the fates, my dear, but rather-"
"My daughter," she cuts off with a sigh, bowing her head, "What can my dear Johanna do to be of service to you and the sisters when she just celebrated her fifth birthday? Let alone when I am not there to guide her..."
"You do know who fathered your husband, no?" the fate asks, ignoring her question, now was not the time.
Lucille looks at her aunt puzzled, for all she knew her Benji was an orphan who didn't know his family, "No, auntie, I don't know, Benjamin was an orphan."
The fate sighed, "Let's go to a more... private location," with a snap of the fate's fingers the two disappeared from the streets of London to an Orchard that was in bloom surrounded by the morning mist.
"Where have you brought me, Auntie Nona?" Lucille asks, looking at the orchard with child-like wonderment in her eyes, never had she seen so many trees in bloom.
"Where we are is not important, the information I am about to disclose to you, on the other hand, is," her tone slightly on edge. Lucille beckons her to continue, "Benjamin is the son of one of your uncles."
Lucille's eyes widening at the revelation, the puzzle pieces falling together slowly as she realizes what her family is going to be asking of her daughter, "Which one?"
"Hermes."
Lucille's mouth drops unceremoniously, she had heard stories of her cousins, those who were also born from the divine, who decided it would be fun to impregnate or be impregnated by humans. In Hermes' sons' cases, she had only heard the worst, especially once they teamed up with Peter Pan. She couldn't believe her sweet husband, Benji, was the monster he swore to protect his daughter against.
"Lucy," Nona says with a little authority in her voice, drawing Lucille from her thoughts, "I'm asking you to have faith that your daughter will come out on top, here, and for you not to interfere in the path she must follow."
"You mean, I could never be her mother again," her voice barely above a whisper, "No matter what I do," all the money she saved up so far to hire someone to get her sweet child away from the monster who was raising her, to get on a ship leave London forever, all in vain.
"There is one last thing you can do as her mother, before the path veers from you completely," Nona replies.
"Yes, anything," Lucille's voice full of hope, anything to be the mother she should've been.
Nona whistles a little golden fairy appears, "Meet our newest fairy species," she says, "They can collect magic from everyone everything that holds it," Lucille looks puzzled, "They also can gift magic," this revelation makes her eyes narrow.
"But I don't have any magic to offer," Lucille replies, not understanding how she could use this information.
"You do," Nona replies, "You just haven't noticed. You ever wonder why she was such a good baby? Because you're magic soothed her and kept her safe. Your magic is working now, protecting her rather than you. You're magic knows where your heart is, where you would rather it be. It stopped protecting you the night of the Blood Moon went on to protect your babe. I'm asking you to let go of this magic fully give it to your daughter."
Thinking back on it, her aunt is right, never once did her babe cry or get fussy. She slept through the night most nights, except when she was hungry. Her magic saved her from the poisoning, to allow her this chance to make up for her losing her child to a monster, "What do I need to do?"
Nona gives her niece a knowing smile, "All you have to do is tell the Sprite to take your magic give it your daughter."
Lucille looks at the Sprite who is waiting patiently on a nearby branch, "Sprite, please come forward," the Sprite is there in moments, upon closer inspection, she notices something odd about this fairy, looking to her aunt, "A male fairy?"
"He is the only one," Nona replies, "he will be your daughter's closest ally in the years to come."
Nodding to her aunt, Lucille turns her attention back to the fairy, "What is your name, dear Sprite?"
His voice as rich as the chimes from the clocktower at the top and bottom of every hour, "Dmitri, my good lady."
"Take care of my daughter," Lucille says sternly.
"That's my purpose, ma'am," Dmitri replies, "Upon your request," he gestures between him her.
"Please, take my magic bestow it upon my daughter," Lucille says, her resolve to protect her daughter unwavering.
The next moment it felt like her soul was being sucked out of her, it felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only a matter of seconds. When the pain stopped, she felt herself slipping, her aunt rushed over to keep her steady, "I will take my leave to deliver your gift to your daughter," and with that Dmitri disappears
"You have to promise me, Auntie, you must never let her see me," Lucille says, her voice raspy.
"Your magic was the only thing keeping you from succumbing to the mental side effects of the arsenic," Nona says knowingly.
"I never understood why i stayed sane all these years, now i know," she replies, "Promise me."
"I can only promise that her path will not meet up with you as you were before," Nona voice fades as Lucille slips into darkness.
When Lucille awakes next, she feels weak, her head is foggy. Looking around she sees she is safe with her basket behind the Cathedral, "Johanna, my dear, sweet Johanna, Dmitri will keep you safe, or there will be hell to pay" her sweet tone slowly descends into madness and cruelty as the arsenic poisoning that was warded off by her magic creeps into her mind and heart.
"Hell to pay?" a voice says from the shadows, "Why, that's my job."
A small beauty is up late for her age looking at the full moon, it's beautiful silver glow the multiple rings that shined around it. It was the biggest the little girl had ever seen, "Lady moon, since you are closer now, does that mean you can finally hear my wish?" she says to the vastness.
The little girl stopped talking, hoping the moon would respond in some way. Her answer came as a warm breeze entered through her open window encircling her.
Her smile beamed brighter than all the celestial bodies combined, the moon had answered back!
"Please, bring me a mommy?" she pleads, "Judge Turpin is nice all, but he's not a mommy. The servants are all nice too, but they all get to go home to their own babies. Please, all I want is a mommy of my own," she closes her eyes, crossing all her fingers and toes, praying to the moon with every fiber of her being.
A popping sound from behind her makes her jump and turn around quickly. Judge Turpin never did like it when she was out of bed at this late hour, but was surprised to see a floating, golden light, just hovering in the middle of her room.
"Ar-are you my new mommy?" the little girl stumbles closer.
"No, little one, but your mommy sent me," she was surprised to hear a male voice coming from the glow, "My name is Dmitri, she sent me here to give you her last, most important gift."
The little girl's eyes welled with tears, "Did my mommy not want me anymore? Is that why she left me and isn't coming to get me?"
Dmitri flies over to her, places a warm hand on the child's cheek, "Sweet Johanna, you're mother loves you beyond measure. She did not want this life for you, but the Fates have other plans. You have a destiny, little one, one that no other can fulfill."
"I don't understand," her voice cracks.
Dmitri backs away produces a pink glowing orb, "You will in time, but for now you are too young to understand. This, is your mother's magic-"
"Magic is evil," little Johanna cuts him off, "The priest says so."
"Only if you use it for evil," Dmitri replies with a wink, "This magic is pink, because it is full of your mother's unwavering love for you."
The little girl looks confused, but nods nonetheless, "Is this my mommy's gift to me?"
Dmitri nods, "She has also asked me to remain by your side to protect you. Consider me your guardian angel until further notice."
"But, how can you protect me when you're so small?" her mouth speaking before her brain could catch up to what she was saying, she immediately got red from embarrassment over her rude comment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
Dmitri couldn't help but laugh at the poor girl for her honest question, he puts the external magic away for the moment, "You let me worry about that, little one, but for right now, you need to get some sleep," he says, flying over grabbing her hand before leading her to her bed, "I just have one rule, okay?"
"Why did you put my present away?" she says with a yawn.
"Because, it'll be easier for you to accept your present while you sleep," he replies.
Nodding because she doesn't know any different, she moves on, "What's your rule?"
"You can't tell anyone about me or your mommy's present," Dmitri says, his charge nods in response as she climbs into bed gets comfortable, "Would you like me to sing you a lullaby?" another nod from his charge, her eyes fluttering closed, "Alrighty, then... Let's see... Ah! I know!"
His soft baritone voice fills the air as he sings to his charge, "Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around. Demons are prowlin' everywhere nowadays. I'll send 'em howlin', I don't care, I have ways. No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, not to worry, whistle I'll be there. Demons will charm you, with a smile, for awhile, but in time... No one's gonna harm you, not while I'm around."
His charge is breathing evenly in a deep sleep. He makes the maternal magic appear, leads it to the heart of his charge, before allowing it to descend into her body to merge with her own magic, "I have to go, little one, I have to go find you some more magic to feed your growing power.
As Dmitri leaves, a shadow creeps into his place by the little girl. A purr emanated from the shadow before reaching out to touch her, but her mother's magic, filled with all the love she holds for her daughter, forced the shadow back, almost as though it was burned. A pink glow surrounds her slowly grows until it forces the shadow out.
The shadow leaves, returning to its master to tell him what it has found.
It's been fifteen long years. Fifteen long years of missing his beautiful wife and daughter. Would his wife even recognize him? He knew at the very least his daughter would have no recollection of him.
Fifteen years of planning to get back to London, reclaim what is his, and get revenge on the bastard who stole his life from him. Judge Turpin. It took fifteen years to finally have the hatred strong enough within him to ask the one person he never wanted to see again for help.
Looking across the ship out to the vastness of the sea, a father who lost everything muses about his revenge.
"What's on your mind, Benji?" a boy, no older than 17, asks in a cocky voice.
"You know damn well what, Pan," the man known as Benji snaps back.
"I can only imagine how happy your wife and daughter will be to see you," Pan replies coolly, "and the revenge you're going to have on that bastard judge."
Benji just hums in response, knowing where he needs to stop first, before anything. Hours pass as the two sit in a tense silence. Well, tense for one, the other is happily musing as his plan to get the magic back to Neverland is coming to fruition.
The boat docks and the two exit, "Get acquainted with the area, Pan, I have to go see what I can find out on Fleet Street."
"Whatever you say, Benji," Pan replies.
"It's Todd, Sweeney Todd, Benjamin Barker is long dead," he snaps.
"Sure thing, Mr. Todd," Pan winks, "I'll see you around then."
Before they depart they hear a woman's voice calling for charity, "Alms! Alms! For a pitiful woman! On a miserable, chilly morning!" Pan and Sweeney both give a single piece to the woman, "Thank you, good sirs, thank you, kindly!" but a madness in her tone sets in, "How would ya like a little muff, dear, a little jig jig? A little bounce around the bush? Would ya like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that you got plenty there to push!"
"Off! Off with you, I say," Sweeney shouts at the beggar woman.
She looks him up down, her face reading confusion frustration, "Hey! Don't I...? Know you...? Mister?
"Must you glare at me woman?!" Sweeney yells, "Off! Off with you!"
She moves on crying for charity from the other passages on the ship, wondering why the one yelling at her looks familiar. All the while, Sweeney slightly panics internally, if a beggar woman remembers him, even sightly, who else would?
The two go their separate ways, one to see what has become of his beloved, the other to locate the fountain that will give Neverland back it's magic.
Sweeney settles upon his revenge once learning what had become of his family. The widow Lovette had informed him of his wife's story, omitting parts here there, as well as what happened to his daughter. While he has lost his wife, he could still get his daughter back and kill the man who took his life away from him.
All that kept him going all these years was his dream to return to his beautiful wife daughter. Now, he has lost his wife by way of her poisoning herself and the bastard who sent him away has his daughter. He asks to visit his old flat, which widow Lovette agrees to.
He finds his friends hidden under a floorboard, "Lucy, why didn't you sell these to get by?" he whispers to himself.
His friends, his most prized possessions, his barber kit; chase silver handles with ornate filigree, 'Lucy... You wouldn't have had to worry had you sold these,' but, somewhat selfishly, he was happy. Those blades could shave a face with ten times more dexterity in less than half the time, than any other blade. Making them even more perfect for his plan.
The widow Lovette offers her home to Sweeney, having figured out who he was, she, too, makes her own plans regarding the revenge seeking man before her.
Pan walks through the streets to the Cathedral, using his shadow to open the door. Shutting the door quietly, he makes his way through the hall to the back room. Taking the opportunity to take a spare cell, he turns in for the night.
The next day was eventful for both males on their separate missions. Sweeney went to run errands with the widow Lovette and happened to get himself mixed up in a barber contest with some flamboyant Italian, which led the Beadle right into his trap, hopefully the Judge would follow. Pan went about the crowd near his destination, stealing from unsuspecting people as he walked by with ease.
Pan made it to his destination and looked up at the beautiful young woman, whose thin, pale gown is penetrated by the suns rays, leaving little to the imagination. She looks longingly to the sky, you can hear her soft song echoing through the streets, like a jail bird, "Ah, so that's my in."
The street begins to clear, but neither Pan, nor the young woman move from their spot. Pan begins singing back too her, to get her attention, promising the escape she has always longed for.
It took precisely one week for everything to spiral out of control. From Sweeney and the widow Lovette making a killing as business explodes for both of them, not that they would ever tell their secret as to how, to Pan convincing Johanna to run away with him, to the revenge exacted upon all parties involved.
Pan never does take Johanna to meet her father, feeling it would risk his plans. Taking her to the pier she looks for a boat, "Peter, how are we supposed to leave London without a boat?" she asks.
She recalls all the times that Dmitri said he would be by her side to protect her, but knew he needed to let her make her own decisions to help her grow. She wondered what he would have to say about all this, but she really didn't care, not with what awaited her at the Judge's estate.
Pan pulled out a little satchel and opened it up, revealing a little golden dust, "We fly, my sweet," he replies with a smile, "But a few rules for you while we're in Neverland," he pauses, a blank look flashes across his face before starting again, "One, no one can know you're a girl, so you wont be able to get naked like the rest of the boys, and two, you can't speak."
"Why?" she aks, confused.
"The boys might try to take advantage of you while I am gone," he replies bluntly, "Three, you will be required to partake in the boys 'games', which means you might get hurt."
Johanna knew what that meant, she would have to scrap. Dmitri had taught her a few things over the years, going on nightly field trips once a week steadily going out more often as she grew. She had watched from the shadows what people on the street had to do to survive. Dmitri even told her how to make him bigger with her magic so he could teach her how to defend herself once she turned ten. She had come to realize she had a knack for the scraper lifestyle, "I can do that," she nods.
Pan looks at her with a questionable gaze, "Alright, four, you will be expected to pull your weight there, no one will help you."
She just nods, ready for the world ahead of her, "How are we going to be able to see one another?" was her only question.
"We will have to be sneaky," he says pecking her on the lips, putting his hand in the pouch throws some dust over them both, "The only one you can trust is Felix, he will be there for you, he's my right hand."
The magic lifts her and Pan leads her through the sky, "Alright, Peter, I trust you."
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning," Pan says with a sweet smile.
Once he turns away from her, his smile turns sinister, 'You will bring the magic back, even if it means your death.'
It has been over a century since Johanna was brought to Neverland, she never once wavered in her performance as a mute boy. That is, until someone caught her bathing, "Holy crap! You're a girl?!" came the shocked remark of none other than her friend, Baelfire.
She looks at him frightened, but prays he won't say anything, "Baelfire, please, don't tell the others!" she pleads, the only people who knew she was a girl was Peter, Felix, the mermaids, and the Pirates.
Baelfire sits down just looks at her accusingly, "I thought we were friends... Why didn't you at least tell me?!"
She looks down, feeling dirty all over again, thinking that she might never leave the hot spring, "Be... Because Peter told me everyone would react badly."
Baelfire sighs walks over to her, removing his own clothing, slides into the water with her, "I'm not going to tell anyone," he replies, pulling her naked frame into a hug. Technically, he was older than her, but she was older in age regarding how old she was when she arrived here.
He always wondered why his friend would sneak off at night and not partake in certain activities the same way the rest of the boys would. He had noticed over the last century that Pan was sinking deeper into his self induced madness, but he never understood why. Now, he wondered why Pan would bring a girl to the island.
The magic left Neverland long ago, it wasn't coming back. The island was drained of it's magical resources as Pan brought more people to the island.
Johanna wondered when the last time she allowed someone to touch her was. She realized, about ten years into her tenure here on the island, that Peter was using her for something, she just didn't quite know what.
Johanna suddenly remember she was naked pushed away from Baelfire, "Um..." she says covering herself, sinking into the water.
"Sorry..." Baelfire says, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's okay," she responds in a whisper, her face dusted in a rosy color.
They both then heard a little pop. To one, it was an all to familiar sound. To the other, it put them on edge, "Who's there?" Baelfire calls out.
"Baelfire," he turns to look at his friend, "there's something else you don't know about me," she says as her voice gets quieter.
"What?" he snaps, on edge.
"I have magic," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm going to be leaving this coming New Moon."
Baelfire's mouth drops, a fury rising within him, "Magic is pure evil," he says, his voice ice cold.
Johanna just looks away from him towards the sound of the pop, "Just, think about it," she says quietly, "I could take you with me... You're always talking about finding a way to leave."
"I'll find my own way," he replies coldly before removing himself from the water. He left as quickly as he could once he was dressed, there was nothing left for them to say to one another.
A little gold fairy came out of the bushes then, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had company."
Johanna just shrugs. Over the century and a decade or so together, Dmitri really was her only friend. She thought she had 2, but the other just stormed off, for good reason.
Baelfire had told her about his father, how his father was corrupted by the magic he possesses. What did he call him again? Ah, that's right "The Dark One". Whatever realm Baelfire hails from, they sure have some odd terms.
"I can happily say that I managed to collect you quite the magical specimen," Dmitri says, his voice oozing with pride, unable to stand the silence any longer.
"Oh, and what would that be?" she inquires, wondering what was so exciting about this particular trip.
Over the years Dmitri has collected magic from dying flora and fauna, 'Hm, perhaps his kind is the reason for the belief in seeing a bright light before their passing?' she muses. From trolls to "Sea Kings", as one realm calls them, to Harpies and so much more.
"You know how I've yet to give you a fire elemental?" he asks, smile bright as he does a loop-de-loop.
"Yes," she says, not really understanding the significance, but he was pleased that's what she is most happy about.
"I got there just in time!" he says with such excitement, "A dragon! They don't die often, but when they do... The power they release! You should've seen me fighting off your cousin's fairy! It was-"
"Wait? 'Cousin's fairy'? What do you mean?" she quickly gained interest and annoyance, "You mean I'm not the only one?"
Dmitri's eyes grew wide as he realizes his slip. None of them were supposed to know just yet. It'll be another thirty-nine years before they all gather, "Johanna, I-"
"You better start explaining everything to me," her eyes narrow at the fairy... How could she trust him now?
Dmitri felt the shift in the air around them, he knew if he told the maiden, his creators would be furious, but with what beasts he was able to collect for her magical core, he feared her more, "Alright," he says putting his hands up in defeat.
He began explaining what exactly his species was created for: to make heros. Explaining that all of the deities had brought children into this world that they were not as powerful as the stories led people to believe. It had appeared to the deities that the power magic potential did not transfer over to their offspring, so they all left, but some couldn't stop themselves from checking up on their offspring.
Soon the deities had grandchildren and it seemed then that the magic had become pronounced and the ability to return to the heavens came to the grandchildren. Wanting to expand their grandchildren's magic, they created Dmitri and his kind. Dmitri continues to talk about how they plan on honing their grandchildren's power having them prove their worthiness to join the heavens by making them perform heroic tasks.
"And what does you giving me all this magic have to do with all of that?" Johanna asks skeptically.
Dmitri shrugs, "I believe that it is to make you more powerful to handle more complex tasks, but they will be calling all of you together in just under four decades. You will be completely filled in then."
Johanna sighs, "Sounds like I have more like thirty years to figure some things out and get better at," Dmitri says nothing, "Give me the magic and go find me some more powerful creatures. I have a bad feeling about all this."
After giving her the magic, Dmitri takes his leave to do as he is told. Normally, she would be okay with him taking a break, but this revaluation has changed that apparently. Thankfully, he knew where he was to go next: Middle Earth.
Johanna sat in the water taking in the new information seeing what she can do with it, "Just follow the plan with Hook and his men," she whispers to herself, "No turning back now."
By time she left the water it was roughly three in the morning. Unbeknownst to her, a Lost Boy has stumbled across her and saw her naked form as she left the water, "Hmmm, interesting," he purrs, "Pan's been keeping secrets again."
Pan was still gone on his trip to the other realms for supplies, taking Felix, his right hand, with him. Leaving Rufio in charge. Rufio has been pinning for the leader position of the Lost Boys since he became a member, but Pan was always too carefu andl the other boys were too loyal to him. Now, though, he felt he had the upper hand.
He let the girl go, wondering how he never figured it out. He would let her feel safe tonight, but come tomorrow, the games would begin.
Morning came and went, Rufio had gotten to all the Lost Boys, save Baelfire, with a wonderful plan in place. The Lost Boys were furious to learn that their leader had lied to them for so long, they were going to make him pay.
They absolutely loathed the girl. She was as good a fighter as Felix on the first day when she had to prove herself, she had bested all of them more than once. She was the bane of their existence in Neverland. Now that they knew she was a girl, a fire brews withing each of them, their prides wounded even more.
Everything carries on as normal until dinner, when Rufio gives the signal, "Joe, Baelfire go get us some more firewood," he snaps at them.
Joe and Baelfire stand, neither saying a word, making their way to the tree line, grabbing multiple thick logs. Neither had said a word to one another all day, now was no exception.
The rest of the boys quickly got their equipment and got ready for what was about to happen. It wasn't long before the two were back the boys made their move. It didn't take long to subdue them both and have them pinned to the sand.
"What is the meaning of this?" Baelfire growls, trying to break free, but with four boys bigger than himself on top of him, it was impossible.
Rufio laughs at how pathetic Baelfire is, "I will never understand why Pan keeps you around," kicking his captive in the ribs, "As for what this is about, I'll ask you a question in return," pausing for effect, "Did you know that Joe was a girl?" he spits with so much venom in his tone.
Both Baelfire and Johanna gasp, "No, he didn't, no one knew save Peter and Felix," a voice like an angel was heard for the first time to all those in attendance.
"If that's so," Rufio looked between the two, before his eyes once again resting on Baelfire, "then I will give you one opportunity to join us, Baelfire."
Baelfire's eyes narrow at the announcement, "And what would that be?" his voice more confident than he felt.
"You can have the first go at her," Rufio replies.
Baelfire doesn't quite understand what Rufio is talking about until Johanna starts screaming begging for mercy, "Just let me go, take me to the pirates have them take me away! I'll leave! Anything but-"
One of the boys on her back grabs her head slams it into the sand, nose first, "Oh, you're gonna leave, but first we're going to have a little fun," the Lost Boy said in a sickeningly tone, you could tell he was looking forward to this.
"So, what's it gonna be, Baelfire?" Rufio asks, "Are you going to partake with us or are we going to partake with you?" Baelfire's eyes widened before looking to his friend, "Tick... Tock..."
Baelfire sent every emotion he could at his friend, before, "I'll... Partake with you..."
He felt sick.
This was wrong.
The boys on Baelfire's back removed themselves Rufio helped him up with an evil grin, "Boys, get our plaything ready."
Johanna couldn't believe how stupid she was, 'How had Rufio and the guys found out? Baelfire, regardless of our fight, wouldn't have told them... Right?'
She couldn't let them find out that she also possessed magic. She felt like they would do far worse is she tried to use it on them, as she wasn't well versed in her magic. Yet.
She felt herself get hoisted up and her clothes were ripped from her body. She was quick to be pinned to the ground as the boys looked over her naked frame in the evening glow.
She had to admit, Baelfire was gentle with her, but this quickly bored the other boys who were eager for their turns. After Baelfire, her voice was raw from all her screams from how the other boys treated her. Her back was bloody from scraping across the sands. She didn't know what time it was when they had all finally had enough of their fun, but the moon had came and went, and the sun had passed midday, she felt raw.
While Johanna may have screamed and tried to get away, she refused to let herself lash out with her magic, "Pick her up and signal the pirates to come to shore," Rufio commands.
She was dragged to the pier and the Pirates came to shore, "What is that?" Captain Hook directs his ire at the girl he thought of like a daughter, but he couldn't let those boys know that they knew.
"Looks like Pan's been lying to all of us boys," Rufio says to the Lost Boys, "Take this... Thing away from here," he says, as the boys holding Johanna throw her on the pier, naked and bloody.
"Smee, grab the doctor and collect her!" Captain Hook calls, the men rush to their little fun-loving girl.
It wasn't long before they had her on board and sailing away into the west. The cheering from the lost boys could be heard miles from shore.
Calls for her went unanswered for hours as the crew sailed away with their precious cargo. It wasn't until they made it to the new realm did she awake.
She didn't speak about what had happened, she only wanted to know where she was and the rules, "Johanna-"
"Jo, is fine, Hook," her voice was colder than he ever heard it. She was no longer the innocent girl he met all those years ago.
"Jo, I had gotten you a few outfits and a magic satchel for your journey here," he replies, "We also obtained some gold for you to help you get by as you make your way."
She just nods, she wishes she could be warmer to the man she looked up to as a father, but she was numb, "Thank you, Hook, I will repay this kindness some day."
He puts his hand on her head, she never flinched, she observed, "You are like a daughter to me, Jo. I had wished to get you away before something like this happened."
"You were the best father any girl could ask for, Killian," she replies in a small voice, "I don't know what will happen next, but we will see one another again."
She stands and hugs him with her naked frame, her eyes firmly shut, "Thank you for teaching me how to be a pirate," she could scrap before, she could fight now. She was very proficient in all types of weapons and hand to hand contact.
He hugged her tight before they both pulled away. Her turning to change and him going to see what the estimated time they would be docking.
Johanna changes into a pair of black, fitted slacks, a black pair of knee high boots with silver accents, a black belt with a holster for a pistol and a blade, a white blouse with a red corset, a black over coat with silver accents, a pair of white silk gloves a leather pair of fingerless gloves with silver accents. She places her hands in her coat pockets finds a silver necklace in one pocket and a black winters hat in the other. Examining the necklace the pendant attached, she smiles at the cat looking back at her with green emerald eyes before putting it around her neck. She ties her magic satchel to her belt goes to examine herself in the large mirror.
"I definitely look better than I feel," she says to herself, her hair is short shaggy, but she still looks good. Deciding she needs to put some makeup on, she goes to the makeup box Hook had brought for her to grab out what all she needed. Putting on the finishing touches, she smiles, "I wonder, is this what my mother looked like?"
She felt ready to face this new world, exiting the Captain's quarters, she was accosted by hugs of the men who had taught her how to be a pirate survive this cruel, bleak world.
It wasn't long after that they were docked Hook gave her two more things before they parted ways, "This pistol, it's enchanted, it will never miss your intended target. This sword, it is made with the finest of metals, it will cut through anything in it's path."
One last hug was shared and many 'thank you's were given before they parted ways.
The chapter where she had to hide was closed, but this chapter, where she could finally be in the sun was only the beginning.