I think this has been the longest chapter I have yet written and all of yall can thank my best friend for that. There were several times tonight when I said that seems like enough and she urged me to keep writing. (Its also her birthday today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) She encourages me to keep doing what I love and I'm happy to have her for a friend! So I dedicate this chapter to her because she deserves it. I hope you all enjoy this extremely actionpacked and descriptive chapter of You Can Fly! This is for you, Brazil!
"So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!"
Chapter 8:
The villain was standing in the corner, his face hidden by darkness, but I could make out his silhouette. His long ratty hair cascaded past his skeletal shoulders and stopped just beneath his under arms. His stature was tall and lanky. The captain had his hand on his hip with his fingers lingering around the sword which was fastened to his waist by a burlap belt. The color of his coat was undistinguishable in the pitch darkness of the night. It reached past his knees and was unbuckled but was held slightly closed by the belt. His other hand was missing and in its place was a hook glistening in the blackness.
The figure moved across the room to where the moonlight shone in the window, producing the only light that was in the bedroom. Once he was in full view, I could easily see his bloodshot eyes that were blackened with hatred for me. His long unkempt moustache curled faintly into a loop at his boney cheeks. Hook was smiling in a purely evil grin, no doubt flattering himself on whatever malicious plan he had concocted.
When he spoke, his voice sounded like nails being dragged across a chalkboard. "Hello, Boy."
I sat up quickly and pulled Wendy so that she was slightly more upright as well. She stayed sleeping yet seemed a tad uneasy as if she knew who was standing her bedroom with us. Suddenly thankful for the dark night that hid my injuries from Hook, I spit out, "What do you want, codfish?"
"You," The pirate growled low, "But your whore would work nicely as well."
"Don't call her that," I hissed between clenched teeth as I held onto Wendy tighter.
"I shall call and do to her whatever I please."
"Over my dead body." I shouted rather loudly.
"Very well, Pan." He grins and takes a step closer to Wendy and me. I jolted forward and snarled then heaved in pain coming from my shattered ribs. He looked puzzled for a second then stormed forward and yanked the covers off the bed revealing my bandaged wounds. His actions awakened Wendy and she gasped at the sight of the pirate towering over her. She clung to me in panic and started to breathe heavily and shakily. I swiftly took hold of her around her waist and shifted her position over me and to the other side of the bed farthest away from Hook.
The dark captain chuckled coldly and turned towards the window. "Well Pan, seems you have made my business here much easier than I predicted."
"You have no business here, pirate. Leave now and I will overlook your intrusion." I tried to sound grown up and like a true prince instead of the proud and insolent youth Hook remembered me as.
"Look at you acting all grown up." Hook snickered.
"In case you haven't noticed, I have grown up." I answered sternly.
"Is that what you have been doing all this time? Growing up?" Hook interrogated.
I gulped realizing this will be the first Wendy has heard of me staying in England. "I have been in England during the days and Neverland during the nights of the past five years so I could watch over both my worlds; Wendy and Neverland." Wendy looked up at me with pure love and admiration.
"You watched over me for five years?" She asked me as if she was unable to believe it herself.
"Didn't you hear me correctly? You are my world; I couldn't just forget you."
Tears filled her eyes and one slipped down her cheek. I reached out my hand and using my thumb, I softly wiped away her single tear. She smiled and looked up at me again with her eyes bursting with love.
"Give me a break," Scuffed Hook as he walked around the bed to Wendy's side. He tried to touch her soft curls that framed her beautiful face but I jerked my arm across her. She lay helpless under my chest like a young foul hiding beneath his mother's protective body.
"Get away from her." I hissed in a low voice.
Surprisingly, Hook held up his hands and took a step back. I felt most proud of myself for protecting Wendy so boldly and talking down a pirate who wanted nothing more than to spill my blood. However; my pride was short-lived because before I could react, Hook jumped forward and bashed me across the face with his hook, sending me flailing off my side of the bed.
"Peter!" Wendy screeched in worry for me but I was more concerned about her. Ignoring my raging pains in my side and arm, I shot up to my feet and was ready to fight the Captain. Wendy saw me rise and leaped off the bed and to my side. I pushed her behind me and pulled out my dagger which had miraculously remained tied to my shorts throughout my misadventures of the day.
Hook grinned, beckoning the inevitable fight between us. I thrust Wendy farther behind me so that her back was pinned against her door.
"Run, Wendy." I commanded through gritting teeth while facing Hook.
"I'm not leaving you, Peter!" She pleaded, her thick English accent slurring the 'e' and 'r', making my name sound like a type of bread.
"Wendy, go. I don't make time for this." I turned around to face her to see if the terrified look in my eyes would persuade her to leave the room. But it was when I saw the terrified look in her eyes that I realized my mistake.
Hook took his chance when I was distracted and clocked me right on the back of the head. This hit being the most recent of many blows to the head today, took me down to my knees and blurred my vision and hearing.
"Peter!" I heard Wendy scream but it sounded as if I were under water. Her voice bubbled and faltered making it hard to make out what she was screaming.
Next thing I knew, I was pulled to my feet by my hair and I let out a bellowing cry. I felt the icy coldness of a hook sliding slowly across my throat. Then, I felt the hotness of Hook's putrid breath as he whispered in my ear," I could kill you now but you deserve to suffer as you made me suffer." And with that he threw me back down to the floor with a crash as I hit a tray of silver tea cups that were sitting on a mahogany side table.
My vision was extremely cloudy and I wasn't sure if it was from pain, tears, or the blows to the head. Then I heard something that made my blood run cold. Wendy's screams.
I staggered to my feet and warily said, "Let her go; It's me you want." I was breathing heavily and was seeing double. I was bent over in pain and exhaustion yet I still attempted to make a stand. I had to for Wendy. She is my everything; my world; I am letting her go without a fight.
The Captain chuckled devilishly and released Wendy, who had been held forcefully in his arms with his hook grazing across her neck, thankfully without piercing her skin. She tried to run towards my direction but Hook backhanded her across her face, sending her sprawling to the floor limp.
Drawing my dagger, I charged at him full of rage for hitting My Wendy. He blocked my blow and came down above me. Quickly changing my speed and direction, I spun around him and was ready to impale his black heart through his back when he reached back with his sword and stabbed me in my right side. The bandages that were for my cracked ribs suddenly fill with blood and I come crashing once again to the bedroom floor.
I was losing a lot of blood very quickly, not to mention the fight as well. Hook went over to Wendy and picked her up, throwing her unconscious body over his shoulder. I reached out my arm and opened my mouth but no sound came out. Tears poured out my eyes and down my face as I imagined what his plans would be for her. Then I saw a sign of hope.
Wendy's eyes opened widely and before Hook even knew she had awoken, she brought up her knee and knocked him in the jaw. He staggered backwards and fell into the window seat. Wendy came running to my rescue and pressed the bed sheets against my gushing wound.
"Run." I mouth to her but I know she wouldn't listen. Before I could warn her Hook hit her on top of the head and her body went limp beside me. I roll to my side and try to pull her close to me but a hook scrapes across my arm. The dark and sinister man grabs her and takes off out of the window, flying far away from me and towards Neverland.
What were once blurry items have distorted into shapes and colors then darkness as I sat in a pool of my own blood and tears, worrying about my truly lost girl…