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Anyway here's the next chapter...and the confusion continues!!
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Disclaimer – I don't own Peter Pan, any of the book(s), any of the movies old or new, and the people in them. Damn that means I don't own Jeremy Sumpter either. Shame.
Love not what you are.
Chapter 2 – You're just a fairy tale!
"Can't be!"
"What can't be?" The boy replied, looking at Charlotte with a look she'd never seen before.
"What's your name?" She asked, daring herself to know the truth. Even though she did already.
"What is yours?" He asked quickly. Then, "I mean lady's first."
'Lady's first...what kind of age is he from?' She thought, and then she decided to say her name first.
"Wendy. Wendy Darling."
"Wendy?!" He jumped into the air and hovered high above the trees, not in the slightest bother Charlotte was hanging from his hand.
"Holy crap!" She screamed "What are you doing?"
"But your Wendy! Wait your different...younger than I last saw you. Brown hair and blue eyes...you can't be her!"
"Well done! No I'm not my partially dead Grandma! My name is Charlotte, not Wendy Moira Angela Darling! NOW LET ME GO!"
"Okay."
Charlotte fell. It seemed to last forever, she had her eyes shut as tight as possible. Death was upon her. Opening her eyes to peer at what had happened, she saw the blue eyed boy staring at her. Her feet safely on the ground.
"Did you say your Grandmother was Wendy?"
"Yes, why?"
"I knew her."
This was getting too much for Charlotte. First she was somewhere she had never been before. Then she was with some boy who could fly.
"What's your name then?" She asked.
"Where's Wendy?"
"Answer my question and I'll tell you." Charlotte dreaded the answer,
"Peter. Peter Pan."
'Oh fuck.'
Charlotte couldn't speak. Her mouth had seemed to shut up shop for the day. 'It couldn't be, it's got to be a trick.' She thought curiously.
She looked closer at him, starting at his bare, grubby and dusty feet. His legs looked as though they had more muscle than they should for his age. His clothes, if you can call them clothes, where made from leaves, small pieces of green material and what looked like acorns. Still astounded, Charlotte followed straps of this combination to his shoulders, which were also bare, along with his arms. She looked at his hair. It was blonde and messy, but it gave an amazing impression of always being windswept.
"What are you staring at?" Peter said mystified.
Charlotte broke from her trace at once.
"Nothing!" She said, far too high pitched and squeaky. Luckily Peter passed this as nothing.
"Can you tell me please where Wendy is? I would like to see her!"
"Why do you want to see Gran? She's old and practically dead." The latter Charlotte simply stated. It was harsh, but true.
"WHAT!"
The sound was terrible. The scream ran through out the whole island; everything standing still. The rain began to pour.
"She...She...She's nearly dead, she's 80 now!"Charlotte spluttered searching for shelter.
But he didn't seem to be listening. The rain turned to hail, and Peter's face hardened. The fear and terror in his eyes were surrounded by tears. A wind picked up around his ankles, swirling faster and faster.
"Where is she?"
"In London, in a hospital-" Charlotte screamed above the noise of the wind and hail; cowering under a large leaf.
As soon as Peter heard where his beloved Wendy, he was ready to take off. The swirling wind around him picked up as he said,
"Show me."
She didn't know what to do. The wall of wind was way too strong for her to cross yet she desperately wanted to be home, safe in her warm bed.
"I can't!" She screamed now holding to a branch to stay upright.
"If you believe in me you will." Peter caught her eye. The piercing blue held her. They were full of depth and stability.
Barely realising it, she walked forwards.
He reached out a hand; she noticed a scar on the back of it as she took hold. The wind, still as strong before but it did not move her or her dress. Grabbing the Charlottes other hand, Peter put them both around his neck and took hold of her waist. She felt like they were about to dance, she smiled and he smiled back. That's when he glanced down.
"OH MY GOD!" Charlotte exclaimed, holding tighter to Peter.
"Ready?" He asked politely and calmly. Their height of at least 3 miles didn't bother him in the slightest. Charlotte replied,
"Of course."
The couple, who disappeared into the bright sky, were unaware they were being watched, by the evil Hook...
Well his son Daniel James Hook.
His father was too ill to do his duties. His last dramatic fight had destroyed him. He even found it hard to utter the words "I do not believe in fairies." Just to amuse him.
The son had been trained well, and at the age of 22 he was fit strong and fairly handsome. He could also act, very well.
But his next play would be the capture of Peter Pan. Daniel wanted revenge for his father's pain and suffering. And while Peter was away he had time to plan, the best plan yet.
Daniel's eyes filled with malicious laughter. 'Peter will have the shock of his life...'
Their feet touched London. A hospital stood in front of them, only one of the windows was open. Wendy's.
"It's that one, she never shuts the window. Pointless really..." Charlotte rambled as the flight had shocked her slightly.
Peter smiled. "Thank you." Picking her up again he flew Charlotte to the window and slowly placed her through the gap.
"Granny? Hello, are you here?" Charlotte said in a kind voice.
"Yes." A crackled one replied.
"Somebody is here to see you." Motioning Peter forwards.
He stood next to her bed, tears slowly found their way down his cheeks as machines bleeped and wires seemed to grow from her body to connect them.
"Hello Wendy."
"Peter?" The heart monitor bleeped quicker. It rose to a break-neck speed then stopped.
"No!"
She's died, she hasn't she's died, she hasn't......
Heehee cliffy
And I no its not as good as the last chapter, but hey I may change it if I get any more ideas...and don't worry ill tell you if I have!!!
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