I'm Not a Horror
I do not own Peter Pan or anything of that sort. This story is based off a photo I found online and decided I wanted to try something dark for once. It's short, sweet, and to my point.
Peter Pan, Wendy the Pirate
When my brothers and I were first brought here, it seemed like a paradise. We never would age, we could play all day with no cares, and just be together as children forever. But we were awoken to the horrors of Neverland too soon.
First, Peter took us all to the mermaids. Beautiful creatures they were, appearances of young woman in shimmering jewels. Their voices were alluring as they sung sea tales to us. At first, I didn't understand why Peter had covered his ears when the mermaids started their song. But I watched with my brothers as they sung their songs, so captivated. It did not even register to me as one mermaid approached the rock we were on to my brother John. He got up from his spot and started to walk towards her. The mermaid grabbed his hand with hers, and when she did, a wicked and toothy grin spread across her face as her music stopped. Her smile revealed tiny, pointed little teeth that looked lethal. By the time I realized what was about to happen, it was too late. She dragged John into the waters, blood polluting the once crystal blue. Other mermaids followed her into the depths of waters. When the mermaid appeared from the depths, she was still chewing on what appeared to be a bone while wearing John's top hat.
Peter dragged me and Michael away, telling me that never happened before. But I was too upset to process his comforting lies. I just held tightly to Michael's hand as I refused to let him go. He hugged his bear as tears fell like waterfalls from his eyes. In his sobs I could hear him call John's name. Peter just continued to talk as we walked through the forest to the secret hideout.
Next happened I believe weeks later. Michael and I had begun forgetting everything outside from what were becoming now. We had trouble remembering our parents or our old dog Nana, and even John was becoming a blur. There were just us and the lost boys with Peter Pan. I let little Michael run off with the lost boys one day as Peter and I decided to go explore the area by the Native American's land. When the boys returned to the hide out years later, two boys were missing; one of them being Michael. I rushed over and demanded to know where he was. They said how they were ambushed by some of the Indians who took two of the boys for trespassing. Before they could finish anymore of their story, I ran out on my own towards where I knew the Native Americans lived.
When I reached the land, I sneaked to the teepees and hid behind them as I approached their bonfire. I wish now how I did not move towards that fire. Because within those flames stood two posts, with two small bodies within the raging flames. By the base of the fire laid a skunk costume and a tiny plush bear.
I couldn't take Neverland anymore. But I could no longer return to what I remembered of home. It seemed wrong to return without my two younger brothers. Yet I wanted away from Peter Pan and his lost boys. They only attracted the worst of the land. So I went into the forest and created my own home within its depths.
Over time, Peter and others came searching for me. The only one who ever truly found me was Tinker-Bell. She should have stayed away. When she found me, she started calling for the boys with a high pitched tune. I grabbed her and shoved her into my little pouch on my belt. She struggled at first, but then became silent. I worried at first that she suffocated in the cloth, but I didn't really care. The boys stopped searching soon after that.
In my forest, I would cry myself to sleep at nights and hunt during my days. I killed countless creatures, including the mermaids and many of the Indians. No one stood a chance against me. This did not entirely surprise me when some of the pirates came to offer me a position aboard their ship. I agreed to speak to their captain about some amazing propositions he had to offer.
Hook sat within his quarters, polishing the hook where his hand should have been. I sat across from him in an overly plush chair, a hand gripping my knife at my waist. "Do not fear my dear, I only wish to offer a deal with you." I quirked an eye brow at him and he turned completely towards me, looking me in the eyes. "I wish to seek revenge on Peter Pan. You see," he held up his hook so it was in my face, "he took something of mine. I wish to take his life in return." He leaned back and placed hook and hand in his lap. "I understand you know where he and his boys' hideout is. I wish to offer two things to you for this one bit of information."
The captain raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Two crew mates entered with two very small boxes in their hands. Looking closely, I could see the boxes were moving on their own. And on the tops of both boxes were two engraved names. 'Michael' and 'John' were both sloppily engraved on the wood. I bolted up from my chair and stared as both boxes were set in front of me, on Hook's desk.
"You see Wendy, Neverland is full of many wonders. One being that not everything dies. With your brothers, both their shadows remained to wander." I could not understand what he was saying as I stared at the boxes that were bouncing on the desk. "Wendy," I looked up to Hook to see a pleasing smirk on his face, "here is my deal to you. I will offer you a position on my ship along with the contents of these two boxes. As a bonus, you and I can both have revenge on the one called Peter Pan." On its own, I smiled an evil grin and nodded my head.
That night, Hook and his crew snuck out to the hideout as I stayed with my brother's shadows. Their black figures were just like that of my brothers', just a solid yet transparent appearance. They talked and told me how they never blamed me and I held both their hands. As we sat together, I told them my plan.
When Hook and his men returned, Hook held a head on the tip of his hook. I could tell by the red hair whose it was. "Well Hook, I've decided something." I held up my knife as looked to where the captain stood. "I deserve something more than just the position of some lowly pirate. I deserve to be the captain of this boat. With my brothers, we will rule all of Neverland." Laughter could be heard all along the ship. Hook just glared at me with stone cold eyes.
As the laughter died, a new sound entered. Ticks and tocks gradually got louder, making the captain's eyes become large. A small scream and many curses left his mouth as my brothers' shadows lifted him in the air (with the help of the pixie dust I still receive from Tinker-Bell). They dragged him over the edge of the ship and left him go in one swift motion. Ticking of a clock became drowned out from the sounds of painful screams and snapping jaws that tore into his flesh and bones. The crew stared in shock.
"Now," I said as my brothers came to float along both my sides, "I am your captain and you are my crew. Understood?" I grinned as the men nodded and got to work.