Chapter Two
Altered mind, altered soul
My dark eyes flicker open, my vision blurry as my lashes cloud my view. Did Peter knock me
out? I wince in pain as I feel a stinging sensation on my wrists and as I look up I notice that
my hands are bound. The vines that grow excessively on the walls of the underground
place beneath the giant oak tree, imprison my hands and keep me held. Why am I restrained?
When I got captured by the pirates did it really make Peter that angry? Unanswerable
questions run through my mind and my heart beat slightly starts to quicken in the fear of what
Peter Pan has planned for me.
I look forward towards the archway of the bedroom and notice Peter, leaning on the curve of
the arch, his eyebrows narrowed and his eyes flamed with fury. " Peter…I know I was
reckless, I shouldn't have let myself get caught by them." I try to reason with him and his jaw
clenches.
Before I know it Peter starts to walk towards me, with frustration and he grabs me harshly by
the chin. " Why do you always have to go back to him. Why can't you stay away from that
vile excuse for a pirate?" His words are lavished in venom and they send fearful sensations
through my body. I don't know how to respond, all I can do is shake my head in protest to his
words. " Every time, the cycle goes on and on and it's starting to get tiresome Kira." He lets
out a sigh, acting as if it's all my fault when I don't even know what I've done.
" What cycle? I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" My voice rises, the
aggravation matching his own and then suddenly his fist slams into the wall just inches away
from colliding with my face.
" The cycle." He shouts back and then Peter lowers his voice, the anger still laced on his
words. " Oh I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you, you were different. You weren't
meant to be squandered up in that ship of his, ready to be married off to his unfortunate
brother. So I took you, I took you with me, so you could be mine. We would rule Neverland
together. The cycle Kira. I take you from him, I have you, make you forget, you find him
again and you remember. It repeats itself again and again."
My eyes widen in disbelief. " So he was telling the truth, that pirate, I know him? You stole
my memories from me again and again just so you could have me?" I suddenly feel repulsed,
Pan has messed with my mind, altered it for God knows how long just so that I could be his.
" I want them back." I warn him, referring to my memories.
Peter then lets out a sigh and looks at me in the eyes. " That'll never happen Kira."
" You said in the cycle that I remember. So why don't I recall anything, why don't I know?"
My words come out in infuriating breaths and then Pan takes another step towards me, his
face level with mine.
" Do you know what breaks a spell or a curse Kira?" Peter asks me and instead of being
bothered to answer I wait for Pan to tell me himself. " True loves kiss." He says, his face
scrunching up in distaste as if disgusted by the very meaning of the sentience himself.
" This doesn't make any sense. You said I was to be married to his brother?" Even saying the
words that make up these memories feel foreign to me, I don't remember anything and it kills
me that I'm not in control of my own mind.
Peter then chuckles but not in amusement. " Oh but he wasn't the one you fell in love with."
Pieces of this never-ending puzzle start to form together and my eyes open as soon as I figure
it out.
" The captain." I whisper to myself, the words barely audible.
" The captain." Pan repeats, his fists clenched.
" Why are you telling me this if you're just going to make me forget?" I ask him bewildered
and unable to decipher how the hell his mind words. Is he getting satisfaction from this, the
feeling of power making him feel exhilarated or does he feel the slightest bit bad of what he's
put me through? Knowing Peter Pan, I'd suggest the first two.
" I might have a small piece of dignity left for you Kira, call it guilt whatever you like, but
really I just think that you deserve to know everything before what I'm about to put you
through." Peter brushes the back of his hand over my arm and I scold myself as it warrants for
his touch, the tingling sensation being inevitable.
A nervous yet harsh laugh escapes my lips. " And what are you going to put me through?" I
hesitate to ask and my words falter through fearing the unknown.
His mouth curves up slightly in a sadistic manner and his devilish eyes meet mine. " That
would be telling, after all you wont remember when I'm done with you." On that last word his
hand shoots out grabbing my arm so harshly that his nails dig into my skin.
An excruciating rush of pain fills my body, as if something inside me is getting ripped into
pieces, or torn away. My shadow. My breath quickens as I try to fight the inevitable pull, my
shadow part of my very own being, getting dragged away from my body. Compulsively being
drawn towards Peter Pans power. He's in control he always has been, that bastard. Hate fills
up inside me and I fight, I fight so hard to keep the shadow withheld inside of me. I scream,
the pain overflowing not only my body but my mind.
Memories start to flash before me, the memories he stole, only in fragments but still my
memories. A masquerade ball…the bluest eyes I have ever seen…a ship powered with
Pegasus feathers…Killian's kiss as he cups my cheek…Killian's hand grasping mine as
something pulls me away from him. The shadow leaves my body and my head drops from the
exhaustion of fighting Pan's power. My whole being is immobile and my thoughts have been
relinquished. Empty…nothing.
I feel a presence in front of me, yet my mind is still in a frozen state, a voice lifts the air,
intimidating and strong. " You have forgotten everything from your previous life, what I tell
you now will be what you know from now on." He stops for a moment, letting those words
sink in and allowing his power to let the magic work. " You have been in Neverland for as
long as you can remember, you have ruled Neverland with me, you are my Queen and you
love me, you obey me, you fear me. You trust everything I say, feel what I feel and despise
what I hate. You are mine Kira, when I command you follow, your power is mine and your
memories are mine. I am Peter Pan and I rule you."
His words fill my subconscious, twisting and bending it to his will. I am his…I am his queen.
My body relaxes and my arms stop fighting against the vines. Peter Pan plunges his hand over
my heart and I feel the shadow return to my body, it's presence filling me and returning me to
the person I am. Obey him, fear him. My eyes then blink open and I intake a breath of air. My
eyes mirror his, feeling the recognition and I smile.
I love Peter Pan.