Nice to hear from all you guys again, reviews really do help and ask those who are reading and not reviewing to please do so (Though, I love you for reading anyways.)
Sorry if this chapters a bit short, and TBH I'm not totally satisfied with the end of it. I had to leave it for my dinner and when I returned, after a couple of alcholic beverages, inspiration seemed to have left me. also this chapter does contain some violence, so if you don't like that stuff dn't read. It's not that graphic though.
Peter flew far and fast, heading towards the blinding starlight that masked his trail. He was feeling happy, jubilant even. A pox on growing up! He would remain young and free forever, free of all those uncomfortable feelings that had dogged him over the past hours. He didn't need them. All he needed was fun. He would forget about her soon enough.
He would go back to being the life he had before, and he would forget about the Wendy bird. He would battle the pirates again, return to his life with the lost boys. They hadn't fought the Indians for a while, hostilities would have to be renewed and then they would go treasure hunting-a real adventure with the Witches in the east. Perhaps they could raid the fairy grove and steal their honey, which made a marvellous snack for all and made even Slightly capable of imagination.
With all these ideas and joys running through his body and mind he turned to take one last look at London. He would need new lost boys and somewhere there would be a open window from which he could snatch his prey. Somehow, inexplicably, he found his gaze being drawn to the bell tower and number 14. He could almost imagine Wendy sitting there, crying at his leaving of her, and then the lightning strike hit him. Wendy!
He began to fall, slowly at first and then quicker as an overwhelming sense of desperation and despair coursed through his body, all thoughts of adventure struck from his mind. Wendy! His Wendy, all alone and unhappy. The prospect of never seeing her again, of seeing her grow up in the arms of some other man, of seeing her married and happy without him.
Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!
He halted his decent at house level, above the cobbled square outside Saint Pauls cathedral. Desperately he searched for some the happiness of moments before, the happiness of the adventure and of the fight. He couldn't find it and fell again, striking the cobbles of the square with a great thump.
It hurt. It had never hurt before, no properly, and he could feel his ribs splinter with the impact. A pair of passersby rushed over, "are you okay, my dear boy" contended the gentleman.
"Wendy!" Peter yelled at him, pushing himself to his feet with his one good arm. "Wendy Darling!" The gentleman looked astonished and then stepped back as Peter staggered past him, heading towards the river.
"My dear boy," the Gentleman said, "You should really get yourself to a hospital. Shouldn't he Mary,"
"Indeed Vernon." His wife affirmed.
"I'll call a cab." He strode after Peter, "Now, if you'll just wait a second." But Peter was ignoring him and broke into a run, leaving the Samaritans behind him to discuss the event. He plunged through back streets, heading over London bridge and checking every church he saw for Number 14.
Finally he found it. The leering bell tower. The open window. The golden writing on a black door that read 14. He hammered on the door, yelling in haste. "Wendy! Wendy! Wendy!" inconsiderate of the way he was disturbing the Darlings neighbours.
Finally it swung open and he found himself confronted by a tall man. He was dressed all in a nightgown and had tears in his eyes, eyes that betrayed a broken kindness and empathy. But those eyes lit with anger when he saw the boy who attempted to stumble past him.
"You! He yelled and grabbed Peter roughly, ignoring the boys shout of pain at the contact with his ribs. "You!"
"Wendy!" Peter responded, trying to break out of the man's grip and push past towards the staircase.
"She's gone!" Darling yelled, and threw a punch that knocked Peter to the floor. "She's gone again and it's all your fault!"
"Gone?" Peter said, crawling backwards, away from the advancing Darling, "Gone?"
"Yes." Darling said as he aimed a brutal kick at Peters injured ribs, "Gone again. And it's all because of you." He aimed another kick and Peter curled up on the path, desperately trying to protect his injury.
By now the commotion had drawn the rest of the household to the door and they were standing at the door watching the undignified sight of the angry Darling standing over a foetus like Peter. Mrs Darling rushed forward, and grabbed her husband's shoulder, screaming at him to relent, too stop the sudden anger that had rushed over him.
He turned to her and slowly the fire died at the sight of the kiss on her lips. He stammered and excuse and then stopped, aware that she understood his rage. Peters sobs echoed over the silence that lay over the whole street, the tranquillity that had suddenly fallen like a heavy fog.
"Quick now," Mrs Darling said, "We should get him inside." She walked over and knelt by the boy's side, cradling him in her arms. It was his first true motherly hug since he was six weeks old, and he lapped it up like a puppy laps up milk. She looked toward Eliza and commanded her to get a doctor as she slowly helped the boy to his feet and towards the house.
They passed Mr Darling, who slowly began his trudge back to the kennel. Tonight Peter would sleep in a bed for the first time since he was a baby, while Wendy searched the skies frantically for a way back to Neverland.
Anyways. There we go, Peter appears to have finally found a family of sorts and who knows what'll happen to Wendy... (well...I do...)
Don't know when the next update will be-hopefully tomorrow but it might be 2 days or so, I don't think the next 2 chapters will be that substancial, probably about 800-1000 words each, just to clear up a few issues and then a major chapter after that. Overall I think the story has about 10 chapters to go, at most.
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BrooklynRed x
