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Chapter Four- To Neverland.
The evening sky grew darker and darker as the children flew over London. They watched as the street lamps began to illuminate, street by street. Peter flew in close to Wendy and the four children hovered above London.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Wendy breathed.
Michael and John looked underneath them. The whole of London was lit up with bright lights. They marveled in the sight.
"Look, Wendy! Look John! There is our home!" Michael shouted with glee. He directed their gaze over Hyde Park and to the row of streets opposite Big Ben. As he pointed the children saw their house lights turn on.
"Father must be home now." Wendy sighed.
"No, he is due back in another hour." John replied, looking at the time on Big Ben.
"But then that means…." Wendy began.
"Mummy's awake!" Michael shouted.
Peter just looked at the three darling children as they rejoiced over their mother. He didn't know what it was like to have a mother or a father so he couldn't join in on their joy. He hovered there just watching Wendy smile. He watched as she clapped her hands in joy and how her eyes twinkled in the darkening sky. He watched her turn her head and look straight towards him. Peter snapped out of his gaze and looked down. He could feel a blush forming on his cheeks. Wendy started to fly over to him, but before she could get there, Peter decided to get moving.
"Alright! Do we want to get to Neverland or not!" Peter cried.
"Yes!" Michael shouted as John smiled. Wendy's eyes brightened even more at the prospect of finally returning to Neverland.
"Okay, let's fly!" Peter cried as he took off into the night sky for a second time.
Wendy looked one last time at her house, and thought she saw her mother waving out to her. But she dismissed the thought. If anything, she would not be able to see her mother as the house was too far away.
"Wendy…" Mrs Darling breathed as she watched her children hovering over London. She thrust herself as far out of the window as she could and beckoned to her children. She cried out their names and turned the nursery lights back on. She was determined not to lose her children again. She watched as a tear trickled down her cheek at the sight of her children marveling at the sudden turn on of their house lights. How they did not see Mrs Darling she did not know. All she knew though was to try and get her children back.
"Mummy's awake!" She heard Michael cry out in joy.
"Michael, please!" Mrs Darling whispered.
"Okay! Let's fly!" She heard Peter cry.
"No!" Mrs Darling shouted at the boy. They started to fly away from the house. She watched, as another tear trickled down her cheek, Wendy turning around and looking at the house. She was just hovering there with a bag in her hands looking puzzled. Mrs Darling made one last attempt to get her daughters attention and then watched helplessly as her three children, one who took the responsibility for everything, another who was always a gentleman and helped others and the other who had just started school and was going to tell her all about his day, fly away as if to never come home. Mrs Darling leant out further to call to her children, but then put her hands on her face and wept. As she looked up one last time her children were out of sight. She leaned over a little bit more to look where they went. She thought she saw Wendy's blue nightgown floating in the breeze. She leaned out a little further and fell out of the window.
Wendy flew in close to Peter. She smiled as the beautiful starry sky took her breath away and the wind played lightly with her hair. She watched as loose strands danced around her head. She chuckled and Peter looked at her.
"Almost at the second star." He informed.
Wendy just smiled at him. Here was the impossible; a boy who was flying and had shown her fairies, but yet here he was, and there she was. Michael and John started talking to each other about their memories of Neverland.
"…And meeting the Indians!" Wendy heard John cry.
"And playing with the lost boys!" Michael joined.
"I think we all cannot wait to get back to Neverland Peter." Wendy smiled.
"I think the lost boys will love to see you all again, and to especially hear your stories Wendy. I have told them all the ones you have told me but I can't remember the ending for the one called Cinderella." Peter replied.
Wendy smiled "Cinderella ends up marrying the prince Peter."
Peter grinned "That's it! Thankyou Wendy!" He back flipped in the air and put on and extra burst of speed to Neverland.
"Peter! Wait for us!" Michael cried, suddenly seeing Peters burst of energy. He gripped his bag tighter and tried to catch up to Peter. John flew in next to Wendy.
"He really likes Peter." John said.
"I can see." Wendy smiled as she adjusted her bag.
"I think he really looks up to Peter. I don't know if it is a good thing. Peter is not much of a gentleman."
Wendy gasped at John and stopped flying. John saw her suddenly stopping out of the corner of his eye and turned around.
"I cannot believe you said that." Wendy accused.
"Why not? It is true." John retorted.
"John, Peter doesn't have to be a gentleman for Michael to like him. He is still a good influence, if that is what you are worried about."
"I'm just, worried." John admitted.
"About what?" Wendy softened.
"Well, last time, when we were in Neverland, we were reckless. We weren't very gentleman like."
"John, you don't always have to be a gentleman. You are allowed to have fun once in a while." Wendy smiled.
"But Wendy…"
"John, in Neverland you don't grow up. You can do what you like. It will be fun. Just like last time. You will see." Wendy patted John on the shoulder and speed off to meet Michael and Peter that were beginning to become specks in the distance. John huffed to himself, readjusted his suitcase and flew to catch up with Wendy.
Mr Darling started whistling to himself. He had a brilliant day at the office and was ready to celebrate his good day by taking his wife out to dinner. He did a little skip and smiled broadly. Today could not have been better.
"You are a smart man Mr Darling, yes you are." He praised himself.
He started walking down his street towards his house. He looked up and stopped mid-whistle. The house lights were left off, save the nursery room. That was most unusual. Mr Darling stopped skipping and started walking at a brisk pace. His neighbour, Mr Lawrence Depuret, spotted Mr Darling from his window and ran outside to meet him.
"Mr Darling!" Mr Depuret shouted.
"Good evening Mr Depuret, but I'm afraid I must go to my house. Good day sir." Mr Darling huffed and kept walking.
Mr Depuret ran in front of Mr Darling, making him stop in his tracks. "Mr Darling, I am sorry…"
"About what Mr Depuret?" Mr Darling replied.
"I have to tell you this, it is most important sir."
"Get on with it man! I have to get home!" Mr Darling shouted.
"I was sitting at home with my wife when we heard a scream. It came from your house. It sounded Like Mrs Darling…" He trailed off.
"What do you mean?" Mr Darling asked.
"What I mean is, I told my wife to stay inside and I went to your place to see if she was okay and…" Mr Depuret trailed again.
"For god's sake man, get it out! If my wife…" Mr Darling faltered.
"I went and knocked on your door. And no one answered. The lights were off, except for your nursery lights. I knocked and waited for a while, but… I don't know for sure what happened…" Mr Depuret said. He looked at Mr Darling. "Good luck sir."
Mr Darling nodded and ran to his house. He threw open the front door and turned all the lights on. "Darling?" He cried.
The house was silent.
"Darling? Wendy? John? Michael?" He shouted. He searched every room on the first floor. He threw open closet's, doors and anything that was shut within his reasoning. A sudden thought struck him.
"Nana!" He shouted. No response.
"Oh god!" He exclaimed and raced up the stairs. He realised he had his coat still on and rushed to throw it off. It came off halfway up the stairs and was left there. He raced into his bedroom to find the bed sheets made neatly on their bed and the room cleaned by Mrs Darling like she had done every day. He stopped suddenly. Had he said he loved her when he said goodbye this morning? Where were the children? Why weren't the children home? Where was his wife?
"Where is she?" He shouted in a moment of madness.
He raced into the nursery where the lights were still on. He looked around the room. It looked spotless. "What…?" He wondered.
He glanced around the room. His attention stopped suddenly onto the open window. He quickly pieced everything together. The window was open. The children and his wife were missing. The room was left without a trace. The obvious answer: Someone had broken in. But who?
He raced to the open window. Being a practical man like Mr Darling was, he knew that he had to calm down. He had to stop, take a breath and look at things practically. As all gentleman do. He looked around the window sill and found nothing. He looked out of the window and saw Nana sleeping next to something. He looked closer. There was a dark purple dress. The dark purple dress he had bought his wife for their last year's anniversary.
"No." He gasped.
Mr Darling rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over his jacket. He stumbled over the last couple of steps and burst through the back door. He saw Nana asleep next to Mrs Darling as if she had been protecting Mrs Darling from whatever may have come to harm her. Mr Darling rushed over to his wife's side and noticed blood on a sharp rock in the garden. He let out a sob and lifted his wife into his arms. As he started to stroke her hair, he felt a cool, wet, dark substance on his hands. Leaning closer, it was blood.
Mr Darlings sobs of anguish and pain could be heard throughout the rest of the night.
oooh what a cliff hanger? what shall they do next? haha keep reading my little darlings and please review :D