Chapter 5


WARNINING PLEASE AKNOWLEDGE BEFORE BEGINNING -

The writing in italic is important to the story although does contain adult themes, if you do not want to read about this please skip and there is an explanation of what happened in less detail. I cannot leave this out as it provides reasons for some of the actions and reasons for why someone acts a way.

Thank you.


Bleary eyes blinked into awareness and slowly began to focus. It was dark and gloomy ; he could hear the clanks of iron surrounding him rocking back and forth. The ground was unsteady and made gentile movements of rocking.

The air was so thick and sultry it was like an illness to his lungs with every breath and sandpaper to his nose : quite horrid.

The room was just as bad as the smell, with thick metal chains attached to the roof and only a small candle sitting on a small wooden stool being the only furniture in the room.

Panic overtook his body as although the humid temperature shivers racked his body, his breath quickened and his shoulders jerked with each breath. He became aware at the cool metal clinging to his right ankle which lead to the wall behind. His distress only increased as he heard the sound of leather boots on wooden floorboards getting closer to the door in which encased him, the sound of keys jangled and a heavy bolt clicking assaulted his ears. His breath quickened and cerulean eyes widened in anticipation.

"Well boy, it seems yer' awake" The tone was heavy and it was clear this man was Irish.

The mans body was bulky and seemed to carry a thick layer of fat, his legs were stocky yet he towered over the boy. His face was vile with missing teeth and many yellow and rotting. His eyes had caved in slightly and had a look that gave an uneasy feeling despite the hazel brown colour. His hair looked greasy and unwashed and only looked worse with his dark black hair. The clothing was just as awful as his looks, he wore a cream tunic which was buttoned down revealing greying chest hair and a tattoo of what looked to be an anchor drenched in blood with a skull as the hoop ; the tunic was joined by baggy brown pants and a matching darker brown belt as well as a deep blood red overcoat. Hidden slightly behind the overcoat was a large sword and three throwing knives as well as a pistol at his back. He was truly vile.

The boy scooted back from the man towering over him in fear although that only seemed to encourage him further as his grin only widened and a low rumble was released.

As if to taught him even more the man held a small silver key just in front before turning and slowly locking the door at an agonizingly slow rate in which ony increased the boys fear. The pirate once again turned to meet the boy only to attach the key to a chain which hung round his neck.

"My, my little one, aren't you a bonny lad"

The pirate reached out and lay a hand on the boys soft cheek before slowly stroking it. His hand was clammy and rough and it only resulted in the boy flinching away to which the pirate replied,

"Ah no little one, don't squirm. No one likes a wriggler."

The grin only broadened.

The boy tried to move away once again but he couldn't move any further when his back came into contact with the hard wall behind. His eyes darted around the room searching for an exit but the only way out was the door which was locked.

The man continued advance with a hand still held out in front reaching for the boy.

"Now, now if you be a good little boy maybe I'll make this more, what's the word? Enjoyable."

Another chuckle erupted form the man as he moved even closer to the boy, so close their faces almost touched. The pirate seemed to inspect the boy, take in all of his features.

"I haven't had a boy as pretty as you in a long time..."

The boy merely shivered and clenched his hands into fists.

"I'll quite enjoy ruining you."

Cerulean eyes widened in horror and a high pitched scram left his throat as the man pulled his ankle forward s he was sitting in his lap. Sharp teeth gnawed at pale flesh peeking from the boys white shirt. The scream only encouraged the man.

"So, little one does have a voice!"

The man continued his assault until a thick British accent screamed "Get away, you monster!"

A sharp blow was landed on the pirates face and he toppled back with the force of the blow, the boy tried to remove the key from the pirates neck although a sharp jab at his stomach sent him to the ground coughing.

"Why you little runt!"

The pirate was on his feet once again with anger burning in his eyes, he towered over the boy and landed another sharp kick to his ribs, and another and another.

"This... will teach... you... you little shit!"

The boy cried out in pain as a blow was landed on his face, tears streamed down his eyes as the assault continued. After many more kicks the man deemed it enough so he turned and unlocked the door, once again mocking him before the man spit on the boy and slammed the door.

The boy continued to cry out in agony as blood stained his clothes, tears continued to hit the deck and the pain was still there.

Peter pan lay on the deck and gave in to the pain, allowing the darkness to claim him.


Hook

"Peter, Peter are you there?" Hook called

Peter sat staring out the window with a bowl of soup in hand, unmoving.

"Peter..."

Small hands relaxed and the bowl dropped onto the desk he was eating at, his eyes began to fill with tears his breathing quickened and a hand rose to clutch at his chest.

"Peter, calm down. You need to calm down." Hook told him in an soft voice.

Blue eyes landed on darker blue as the captain took in a deep breath, Peter followed. This continued for five more minutes until the boy had stopped panicking and his heart rate had slowed until it was at a steady speed. Hook took out a handkerchief he always kept on himself and wiped away some of the stray tears moving down his face. He then proceeded to pull the boy onto his lap and simply rock him back and forth.

"Smee" Hook called softly

The old man appeared at the door and tripped over a navy blue rug on his way,

"Smee, bring me one of the sleeping medicines for Peter."

With that the man took off into Hooks bathroom and returning with a small vile which still sat from when Hook was plagued with nightmares. The old man handed his captain the bottle and watched as the man took it to Peter's mouth and the boy swallowed before it was returned to Smee. Hook returned to rocking in the chair and bringing his one hand to run down the boys back until he was finally asleep.

"Goodnight, Peter Pan."


For anyone that skipped the 1st part what happened was a pirate tried to rape Peter although the boy kicked him but was beaten in return.

I don't know how to put it any nicer than that.


Hi,

Thank you for staying with this story, I have just had my last day of school so I couldn't upload with finishing tests and all of that.

Sorry for the long wait but for now I have time off so I'll be able to write more.

I hope you are still reading and once again comments and reviews are always welcomed.

Once again Thank you

Bye!

Lucy

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