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~ladykikyo1792

Chapter 2: I Wish I Could Forget

The next day, she sat at lunch next to the girl who had been Grace, the Mad Hatter's daughter. In this world, Grace considered herself to be Gwen Carissima's best friend. Accordingly, Grace was fawning over her:

"Gwen, I heard what happened. Are you okay?" she leaned in towards Wendy, her eyes wide with concern. She almost hugged her, but Wendy shifted out of range of her arms.

"Yes," Wendy replied. She pushed her pasta around her plate, praying her friends would stop interrogating her. The last thing she needed was to keep thinking about the previous night.

"But it sounded awful," Gretel, another "friend," continued. They blatantly wanted her to share more about the event. It wasn't their fault, really. It was more that they'd been in Storybrooke for a very long time, living the same days over and over until the Savior had arrived. Admittedly, more things happened now- Henry's abduction to Neverland being a prime example -but they were things the town's teenagers never got to participate in. In short, they were bored, and this was the most interesting thing to happen in a while. But Wendy wouldn't call it "interesting."

"It was awful," she admitted, "It was terrible." These were familiar adjectives to her, but ones she reserved for truly bad things- eventually, for things that only had to do with Pan.

The devil will come for his Angel.

But he was dead, so she could use those adjectives for other things now.

"I heard he died at the hospital," Grace said. Noticing Wendy had flinched, her tone immediately grew apologetic, "I'm sorry, Gwen. I know Dr. Whale did everything he could to save him-"

"Please, let's just not talk about it anymore," she whispered. Flipping a strand of brown hair over her shoulder, she pushed her facial muscles into an approximation of a smile. Playing the role as she had been taught, she made her voice gay and bright:

"Let's talk about something happier. What about the dance?"

"The dance!" Gretel squealed, immediately distracted, "I can't wait!" She clapped her hands together like a small child.

Storybrooke High School, perhaps realizing that they should start acting like a high school and not repeat the same days over and over now that the curse was broken, had begun to add various activities to their calendar. They'd established a football team- primarily composed of some teenage dwarves -but since the team didn't travel, they only really played against each other, so it was more like two football teams for one school. They'd also decided to start adding dances, and the first one, as it was October, was goinhg to be a combination of Homecoming and a Halloween dance. It was the first dance the girls would ever go to, and they were inordinately excited, especially as this was something they would never attend in the Enchanted Forest. Both Grace and Gretel were commoners who would never have gone to a royal ball. A high school dance was not even close to being the same thing, but they treated it as if it were.

"Are you going to ask anyone, Gret?" Grace asked, taking a dainty bite of her sandwich.

Gretel blushed, casting her eyes across the cafeteria, "I really want to go with Jeff." She pointed to the burly football captain, who at the moment, was engaged in the highly mature activity of sending a scoop of mashed potatoes across the table at one of his teammates.

"Ew!" Grace said, aghast, "The frog prince!?"

"He's not a frog anymore!" Gretel said defensively. Wendy, even in her morbid thoughts, couldn't help but think that Gretel had a point. Jeff wasn't her type- not that she had one, she reassured herself -but he was certainly much more attractive as a human than he had probably had been as a frog.

"Someone shoot me," Grace, who clearly disagreed, put her head in her hands. Her blonde hair fell onto the table and hid her face.

"Okay, Grace. Well who are you going to ask!?" Gretel demanded, arms crossed. She was clearly upset at having her potential date judged.

"I'm not asking anyone," Grace said haughtily, "I want Chris to ask me." She indicated their recently elected student body president. Less burly than Jeff, he had dark hair and eyes, and was currently talking with the lunch ladies- most likely about putting more diversity into their school lunches, which was something he had campaigned on.

"Chris. You want Chris to go with you," Gretel repeated, stunned. She sat back in her chair in total disbelief.

"Um, yeah. He's handsome!" Grace looked at her like she was insane for not understanding why she would want to go with him. Gretel returned the glare, and emphasized:

"He's dead, Grace! Undead, actually, which is even worse! And worse than that, we're reading about him in English Lit!"

"He's not a vampire here!" Grace replied.

"If he's not a vampire," Gretel hissed, "What do you think he's talking to the lunch ladies about? 'Diversity in the lunch menu?' Hello, Earth to Grace!"

"Whatever. He can bite me anytime," Grace waved to Chris as he went back to his seat. He gave her a mesmerizing glance back. The girls were all pulled in for a second before quickly shaking their heads, quite literally getting out of his spell.

"What about you, Gwen? Any special someone in mind?" Grace inquired. She smiled innocently at her.

Wendy couldn't help but recall a thousand other dances she had done. Dances with a mad boy, certainly, but they had been dances among the stars. Dances among the stars would probably never be rivaled by a dance in the gym.

She supposed it was better that way. It would keep her thoughts out of bad memories.

"No," she smiled back at her friends, "I haven't thought about anyone. I don't want anyone, really."

"Keep telling yourself that," someone chuckled darkly behind her. Grace and Gretel whipped around to face the interloper. He was a tall boy, with shaggy yellow-blonde hair and blue eyes. He sported a brown hoodie and jeans in place of his brown cloak, but Wendy still hated him.

"Oh," Grace said, "It's you, Felix. Go away." From her tone, it was clear she thought of him as little better than an insect.

"Yeah," Gretel agreed disdainfully, "No one asked for your opinion!" She squeezed Wendy's hand beneath the table. Both girls were aware how Wendy felt about Felix.

"Isn't it funny, Wendy," Felix taunted, "how some things never leave us?" He addressed her directly, acting as if the other girls didn't even exist. To him, Wendy knew they didn't. His world had always consisted of all boys, Tinkerbell (who didn't really count as a girl to him, since she was a fairy), and Wendy. There simply were not other girls in the equation.

"My name," Wendy said, "is Gwen." She stood up from her chair, then pushed it in, allowing it to scrape into the floor. Without another word, she turned her back on Felix and walked out of the cafeteria. Felix, being Felix, followed her.

"Keep telling yourself that, too," he said. He drawled out the words. Wendy hated that. It had always been an incredibly annoying habit of his.

"I will," Wendy retorted, "and I'm telling you as well: my name is Gwen. I go to Storybrooke High School. I am sixteen years old, and I have never been to Neverland. And I don't know you, or want to hear what you have to say. And," she said, relishing the words, "I don't have to listen to you anymore."

With that, Wendy walked into the one place he couldn't follow her: the girls' bathroom.

Then she screamed.

Written across the mirror- again in blood -was another message:

The Angel thinks she won't fall, but she always falls in the end.

Felix threw open the bathroom door and barged in, holding a switchblade- his modern replacement for his club -in his hand. Although he had never really liked Wendy, nor understood Peter's fascination with her, he was still Peter's second. He knew that his leader would not be pleased if harm came to Wendy, and so that was why he came to her defense. It didn't matter if Pan was dead to Felix- and Felix, to be honest, hadn't accepted that he was. Peter Pan had never failed, and Felix still had faith in his leader. Therefore, he still acted as if Peter was present- and Peter would have slit his best friend's throat with a clean conscience if anything had happened to Wendy. He scanned the message and whistled, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well," Felix said, "What do you think of that, Wendy?" He flicked the switchblade closed, putting in back in his pocket, then reached out a hand to steady Wendy, who was swaying on her feet.

"I think-" Wendy stammered, forcing down vomit, "I think- I think someone else is dead. Whose blood is that, Felix!?" she demanded, "You would know. You have to know!" Her eyes were wild. If Peter had ever done anything remotely disturbing, Felix always knew.

Felix shrugged, "I don't know, Wendy. I was in the cafeteria with you, remember?" This blood," he rubbed some between his fingers, "is fresh. Still warm, actually," his eyes narrowed, "The body's nearby."

As a trembling Wendy stumbled backwards, using the sink to stay upright, Felix hunched forward. Wendy recognized the position- all the Lost Boys had had their particular hunting habits, and this was Felix's distinct hunting posture. He looked catlike and otherworldly. All that was missing was his hood over his head so that his eyes were hidden, and to her dismay, he actually pulled the hood from his sweatshirt over his head.

Clearly, he was right. Some things never did leave you. Old habits died hard.

Felix pushed open the first stall. Then the second.

Both were empty.

The third. Then the fourth.

Again, empty.

Finally, there was only the last stall left. Felix's gaze drifted to the floor, where he noticed a few spatters of blood.

"Close your eyes," he warned, but Wendy stood frozen as he pushed open the door. Tied to a pipe in the stall with thick, coarse rope, was the body of Second Twin- who in this world, had called himself James. His throat had been slit, and blood was still steaming from the gaping wound.

Wendy screamed again, and at that moment, Mary Margaret stepped into the bathroom:

"What is going on-" Her eyes went from Wendy to the mirror to Felix and at last, to the body.

"Oh my God," she whispered. Then she dragged Gwen out of the bathroom, locking it behind her. She pulled out her cell phone and frantically dialed, then in a panicked voice, said:

"Emma, you need to get here right now."

Wendy started to sob.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think!

~ladykikyo1792