Chapter 9
JUST TO CLEAR UP SO THIS MAKES SENSE, BASICALLY WENDY, JOHN AND MICHAEL NEVER HAPPEND. FORGET ABOUT THEM.
Also as for the past sign he is explaining this to the boys including what rape and torture mean, I can't put this in speech so its easier to see it in I guess present form. Also I thought since in some point's he wasn't born it would be easer to switch.
Also, this will be in parts, I'm thinking four of five.
Peter
Never had he seen such resentment and anger reside in his boys. In all of the time he spent with them he had never seen them truly angry, true hate. But now he could see it, and the fact that it was directed at him made bile rise up from his stomach. Their gazes were hard and narrowed which perfectly displayed the fire of hate they held. Even though he was hurt... he understood, they just witnessed their best friend of ten years tell them he wanted to join the enemy. Even though he knew this reaction was bound to happen, he didn't think it would go to this extent.
Hook stood to the side of the boys with wide eyes. The pirate was as confused as the Lost Boys, he could see the turmoil of emotions in his eyes building up and he could feel the questions racing through his head. It was too late to go back now, he had to answer their questions now, no matter how much pain it brought up to answer and no matter how personal they were, he owed it to them to answer whatever they wanted to know.
Nibs was the first to open his mouth, even though he had expected him to shout about how he had betrayed him instead a small sad voice said the simple word, the question to the answer all of them desperately wanted "Why?"
Quietly Peter told them "Before I tell you... you should know that you won't be the same. You'll know about grown up things... and once you know... you can't go back, and I'm not going to hold back, you will know everything, you won't be the same. I need to know if you are ready."
"W-what do you mean grown up things Peter? How do you know?"
"What I mean boys, is if you agree then you won't be able to stay little forever... I already made my choice... but it was more of a mistake."
"Will we grow up?" Nibs asked
"That depends on you, Nibs. But if you don't want to... you need to close your ears and not listen to a word. If you do listen you'll know about my life before Neverland, before Tink and all of you." Peter said reluctantly, tears were pricking in his eyes and he was completely avoiding looking at Hook, he didn't want to see the mans face nor talk to him.
He watched the twins sit down on the ground facing each other and blocking each others ears.
The remaining boys looked between each other before hesitantly nodding to him, soon they would come to regret that decision and wish they had joined the twins for they had been smart and had not listened.
Swallowing back the guilt he took a chair out from the desk and sat down, the boys followed his lead and sat down on the carpet while Hook sat on the edge of his bed, with a sorrowful frown he took in a deep breath he began...
Past - Monday 19th September, 1818, English Channel
It was raining heavily when the clock struck twelve. The cabin was lit with a dozen candles and painted a warm yellow glow on the wooden desk. A young girl of 20 sat writing at the small desk. He dainty hands moved fast as she wrote.
Her dark brown curls were hanging over her shoulder as stray curls framed her youthful face. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, royal and stood out against her pale skin, small freckles lay under her eyes and across her soft cheeks, she was beautiful.
Finishing her letter she dipped her quill once again into her ink pot and placing her signature at the bottom in beautiful cursive, Olivia Green.
A knock on the door across the room brought her out of her haze, quickly she placed the letter into the desk drawer and using a small iron key to lock it before placing it back on her desk. Standing she slowly made her way to the door, she wore a frilly white nightgown with small blue ribbons. The bang of the door once again sounded out and slowly Olivia reached the doorknob and pulled. Behind the door stood a short aging woman, in her mid forties. The woman had beautiful blonde hair, turning to an ash grey, her kind blue eyes crinkled as she smiled and walked passed Olivia into the middle of the room. She too had a nightgown on similar to Olivia's.
"Mother, what are you doing up so late?" Olivia asked in a quiet whisper.
The woman only smiled and replied, " I could say the same for you! Anyway, it's six days until you meet your new husband, I just want to know how you feel, without your father breathing down your neck."
Letting out a sigh Olivia told her everything she had been writing in her diary, her elation of being married and having children of her won but her concern and worry for not knowing who he was. Her mother only smiled and nodded in agreement as she voiced her concerns, She and her mother, Mary, had been close all her life, she would always confide and divulge in her as well as have fun. Her father however was strict, he did act like a father but cared greatly about social status and the law, always dragging her mother to parties held by people of higher status and bragging about his money like a true nobleman, so when one of the richest families in Paris asked for his daughters hand he had no problem in handing it over. That was the reason she sat here now, voicing her worries to her mother, she was betrothed to Oliver Ambrose, a twenty one year old who she had never met.
It ended up thirty minutes later when she calmed down, tears were now streaming down her cheeks and her mother was rubbing her back soothingly, everything was calm until BANG! The sound of cannon fire destroyed the peaceful silence making the room rock slightly. The sound of boots hitting the deck echoed throughout the rooms as both Olivia and Mary stayed curled up on the bed in the centre of the room. The room was windowless so they couldn't see anything, they were caged in and blind, a vulnerable position.
The sound of wood breaking made both women flinch in distress, they were under attack. The sound of the cannons being shot rung in their ears and the ship continued to rock, the rain was still beating hard and the crash of the waves breaking onto the boat only made it more terrifying.
The sound of boots stomping along the corridor made her blood run cold, they were coming. Mary only held Olivia closer trying to comfort her.
Gunshots rung out and the sound of clashing metal only became more apparent. The sound of footsteps only got louder and they knew someone was close. The footsteps stopped right outside the door, they were both breathing heavily and covering their mouths from screaming.
The door was suddenly slammed against the wall by the intruder, Olivia couldn't help but scream as Mary pleaded for him to let them go.
There stood in front of them was a middle aged man dressed in a dark brown coat with weapons dripping from his black trousers and belt. His white undershirt was stained with blood as well as his face. He had dark brown eyes, almost black which only made him look more threatening, he had light blonde curls dripping in red too along with drops staining one half of his face and lips. He grinned maliciously at them and chuckled as he advanced on them.
Mary only grew louder and started pleading, telling them they had money in return for letting Olivia free, Olivia only sat behind her mother curled up in a ball.
The woman's cries and pleas only made the smirk fade into a light lipped frown, it obviously annoyed him. He staked over to Mary ripping her away from Olivia and dragging her onto the floor by his boots, he kicked her in the ribs three time brutally before pulling her up by her hair and forcing her to her knees at his side. His attention turned to Olivia who had gotten off of the bed and moved further into the corner, the smell of her fear only drove him on.
"Come here little girl, I wont hurt her if you come here." He taunted, bringing up his hand covered in blood and smiling wickedly.
Olivia only cowered more into the corner in response. The man frowned once more before kicking Mary in the face and stalking and grabbing her by the arm, Olivia tried to punch him but he only tightened his already painful grip. He pulled up Mary who still lay on the floor clutching her face in he hands and forcing them through the door and up onto the main deck.
The rain beat down harshly as the sight of pirates of sailors fighting sprung onto them, dead bodies were scattered around the deck with blood joining the water on the deck. He marched them past the fight and over to the side of the ship, there at the bottom was a boat with pirates sitting with bags of money and Mary's beautiful silver necklace's dangling onto their shirts.
A certain body beside Olivia instantly captured her attention. There lay her father with a stab wound through his chest and surrounded in her own blood, her scream pierced everyone's ears as she tried desperately to reach for him. The man holding her arm only growled at her and shouted for her to shut up before forcing her down the ladder after Mary onto the boat at the bottom. He quickly followed them down and forced them onto a seat on the boat. The fight continued to rage on as she sat there in the boat with her mother and a group of pirates, she tightly shut her eyes trying to stop the flow of tears. A pain blossomed on her head and ringing entered her ears before she slumped forward and unconsciousness consumed her.
Hi,
I'm still here ladies and gents, just deciding where to put what.
Just in case you don't understand Peter is explaining his past outside of Neverland so the years he had in the real world. The months he was lost will be later, anyway I don't think he would be ready to talk about those memories yet... all will be revealed and later this will make sense, I promise! Hang in there I will be back.
Thank you to anyone who favourites likes and reviews, please do and share your theories of what you think is going to happen, this story had a way to go yet and a lot more to be revealed so stick by me and see it to the end, by then you can see how close you were.
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Bye!
Lucy
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