|| This FF uses characters and themes from both the original book, the Disney version, and another live action version where Peter was a blonde (not Hook) I do not own any of the characters besides my OC Kate and the general plot||
Ch12
Peter slunk around a large rock and peered down at the scene below, all around him he could see the lost boys emerging from secret nooks and crannies they knew so well. A band of pirates stood atop a rock, looking expectant. Peter grew confused when he noticed that Hook was nowhere in sight, and neither was Tink.
He turned to Kate who had a very serious expression on her face; she looked as though she were about to burst a blood vessel from strain. "Kate, are you alright?" He whispered, his mouth barely moving to keep the noise down. Something didn't feel right to him.
Kate heard Peter ask her but she could do little more than yell in her mind as her mouth moved of its own accord. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little scared." She heard herself say. "Get out of my head!" she shouted in her mind. A cold laugh made a shiver go up her spine, live a feather trailing lightly up her skin.
"Stop fighting, there is nothing you can do now. Just watch and despair." It cooed into her mind, making her brain feel filthy. Peter gave her a weird look, Kate, afraid? The feeling of unease was growing steadily inside him as he caught sight of the pirates again, their gazes focused on the main entrance.
Peter watched as well, curious to see what held them. A small boat pulled in through the gaping mouth of the skull rock, James at the oars. Peter's brows rose right to his hairline, and then he began to think about it. 'James wasn't there when we were getting ready for battle.' He thought to himself, a frown on his face.
James got out of the boat, but not before handing off a bottle that held Tink to the nearest pirate. Peter let out an almost inaudible sound of rage. He knew there wasn't something right with James and now he had just been proven right.
Peter turned to Kate again but she was gone, her sword lay in the damp moss where she once stood. Panic rose in his throat as he followed the tunnel back but could find her nowhere. He rushed back to his post; the pirates didn't have her either. 'Maybe she was scared and ran off?' he asked himself, almost believing it.
Everyone seemed to be waiting, and Peter knew what the pirates were waiting for…him. With a great crow he rose from his hiding place and soared towards the gangly group, his sword pointed straight at James. The boys rushed out like bugs from their hiding places and landed upon the startled pirates.
The only one who didn't look surprised was James, who had drawn his sword the instant he heard that crow, ready to fling Peter to the side. Peters back slammed against the stone wall, his breath coming out in a heavy whoosh.
James leapt across to the ledge, going after Peter with feverish rage. The two fought hard, each one venting their hatred for the other. With a flash Peter gained the upper hand, tripping James, his sword sliding against the wet stone floor. Peter placed a dirty foot on his chest, his blade inches from his James's throat. "I was right about you." He said, a pleased look on his face.
When James spoke it sounded double, and made Peter falter for a moment. "You foolish, arrogant, little boy." The sound made the hairs on Peter's arm stand on end. "You see very little in this world, you do not see the power you posses, you see nothing but yourself and your needs." It was like the voice had taken hold of him, freezing him in place.
"I have come to relieve you of that power." James chuckled darkly; Peter went to cleave his head off when a sharp pain shot through his back and stomach, a blade sticking out from his gut. He looked down, a small trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Peter turned slowly, to see Kate standing there, her face stark white with horror, her hand hovering where the hilt of the blade used to be. "Kate? Why?" he choked out, falling forward onto the hard ground. "Good job my pet." James said, picking himself off the ground.
Kate wished she could cry, wished she could scream in rage and sorrow, but nothing happened. James yanked the sword out of Peter's back, and used his foot to roll his body over. Peter was breathing, but it was a slow raspy breath. His blood pooled around him and stained his golden locks.
James knelt over Peter, studying his face with a wicked smile. "So ends the story of Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up." He said, placing his hand on Peter's chest, just over his heart. "A new story begins now, a story of a man who harnessed the power of Peter Pan." The voice echoed through the empty chamber.
The lost boys were standing there, dumbstruck, their leader dying on the ground. The pirates had taken advantage of their startled state and grabbed hold of them. Kate watched James mumble something under his breath; his hand began to glow, then his whole arm, and finally his entire body.
Peter grew paler and paler, a storm outside causing the water to rush up the sides of the rocks and splash everyone with chilled salt water. The golden light that surrounded James began to turn black as smoke and James let out a terrible scream, the shadow ripping away from his body as it crumpled to the ground.
The shadow slowly took shape, smoke turning into a thick muck that gradually turned into bones and flesh. A man was forming, a terrible man, his eyes red as hot coals, his skin a dark shade of gray. A thick mass black hair sprouted from his skull and trailed down his back. Lastly, a cloak of shadow wrapped around his naked body.
Everyone watched the spectacle in horror, everyone but Kate who was still staring horror struck at Peter's lifeless form and his blood that was flecked across her hands. Then, ever so slowly, she felt the evil power move away from her mind. She moved, inch-by-inch, till she could kneel by his body, tears streaming down her face.
"What have I done Peter?" She sobbed, her arms wrapped around him, his body cold against her arms. She felt a prickle on the back of her neck and she turned to see dark red eyes staring at her, a malicious smile slicing across an evil face.
"Didn't I tell you this was going to be fun?" He chuckled, kicking James's still form out of his way as he moved towards Kate. "What better way to rid the world of Pan? It was art in motion. Betrayed by the one who showed him what love was. Oh the pain he must of felt." It said, so pleased with itself that Kate ground her teeth together.
"You are a monster!" she snapped, refusing to leave Peters side, knowing all to well that no life beat in those veins. "Is that the best you have got?" it said, lightning streaking across the sky as a terrible bout of thunder shook the cave, rocks falling from the ceiling to land in the ocean.
The creature turned its head towards the mouth of the cave, seeming to contemplate the sword. Thinking fast Kate grabbed the sword stained with Peter's blood and lashed out, the tip slicing across its stomach with a clean swipe. The cloak ripped and a small dribble of blood came oozing out.
He looked down, and then looked at Kate, standing at the ready, deadly intent in her eyes. "You think you can take me? You foolish girl!" he snarled, he was tired of her; she always made things more difficult for him. She lashed out when he came at her but he knocked the sword from her grasp, icy hands clamping down on her throat.
"Now, now you will die with your love." He rasped. Kate clawed at the iron tight hands wrapped around her throat, black spots dotting her eyes as she struggled for air. A noise surged up as she was slipping into unconsciousness, blackness forming around the edges of her vision. The grip lessoned, and then was gone completely.
Kate fell to the ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water, her hand reaching for her throat. Red marks already forming where his fingers had been. She turned to see James, his face filled with so much rage that his eyes seemed to glow blue.
"You. Lied. To. Me!" he shouted, each word punctuated with a sword stroke, the creatures blue blood splattering against the ground as he tried to dodge the furious strokes. "You were a pawn, deal with it." It said, grabbing hold of James's wrist.
He cried out, the sound of bone snapping echoed in Kate's ears as she rose from the ground, sword in hand. It all happened so fast, yet so slow. Kate rushed up from behind, arms raised. The stroke was clean, the blade sliding through the creatures neck like it where nothing more than butter.
His body burst into a thick cloud of smoke, swirling round everyone with a terrible howling before it finally dissipated in the wind. Kate stood, her whole body shaking, the sword hanging limply from her hand. James was curled up on the ground, clutching his broken wrist. The pirates paused, and then looked around confused, as though they had just woken up.
The boys turned on them then, startling them till one by one they jumped into the water. Normally there would be cries of victory, but no one made a sound as they watched Kate drop down next to Peter, tears spilling from her eyes as she pulled him up into her arms, resting her face in his tangled hair.
"Don't go Peter." She whispered, her whole body shaking. "Please don't leave me." She sobbed clutching him close. The boys had let Tink out, the small fairy sat on Peter's chest, and her sad tinkling bells seemed to fill the now silent cave. The storm had passed, but the sky was black as night.
Tears streaked down every ones faces, Slightly held Tootles, and the twins sobbed together. Nibs was trying his hardest not to cry and Curly was crouched down, arms wrapped around is knees as he stared blankly at Peter's body.
"Neverland needs you." Kate whispered into his ear, rocking his body back and forth. She felt like the sun had exploded. The brightest thing in their whole world was gone; they were lost without him, truly lost. Peter had found them all, gave them a home, and gave them love even if he had no idea what it was.
Neverland wept, all the creatures, great and small, pirates and Indians alike. The whole island pulsated with awareness for the loss of their sun, their warmth. A small glow began to form around Peter, it became brighter and brighter till everyone in the cave had to look away for fear of going blind.
Kate did not look away, her eyes burned from the brightness, but she saw it, she saw the wound close. She felt his skin warm, and the smallest hint of a pulse beat beneath tan skin. Kate's heart swelled with joy, and she held him closer as the sky outside slowly began to grow brighter.
The boys let out a cry of joy, all of them rushing over to Peter, who's eyes remained closed. Everyone was a little worried that he was not waking up but Kate could feel his pulse growing stronger and ordered the boys to get the boat. All of them piled into it, putting Peter and Kate in the center.
James joined them, the look on his face pained. They all knew that when Peter woke up that he would be the one to decide his fate. Slightly and Nibs began to row, and the band of Lost boys, and their Lost girl, floated back towards the shore of Neverland.
Epilogue
It took Peter two days to recover, and in that time it was never ending spring in Neverland. The boys stopped growing, and even seemed to be growing younger with each day that passed. Now Kate, Peter, and James were standing on the roof of James's house.
"You remember what I told you, I will let you live so long as you do what I asked." Peter said, Kate using his strong arm to keep herself upright on the steep roof. She had been growing younger as well, she felt in her heart that soon she would be young again and love would no longer matter.
She also knew that she didn't care, as long as she got to stay in Neverland with Peter forever. "I will remember." James said, he had been very quiet in the days that had passed since the incident. Peter nodded and grabbed Kate around the waist, she had a hard time flying outside of Neverland.
James watched them lift into the sky and vanish into the heavens. A part of him wished he could stay, but another part told him that he was not meant for Neverland like Kate was. Slowly he climbed off the roof and entered his home.
It was a grand reunion, his mother and father in tears as they saw him. James spent a week getting used to being home before he opened up a blank notebook, and began to write the story of Peter Pan and The Lost Girl.
"Do you believe in magic?"
|| Thank you SO much for reading The Lost Girl, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have! It's taken me a year or two to finish this and I am glad to have completed it. Thank you for reading and always remember, growing old is mandatory, growing up is not.
-Jesi- ||