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~Luna

Chapter 21: Rage Brighter Than Fire

Peter had noticed I was gone. My response to the war cry was something out of habit and I found myself sighing in relief. Once the rest of the boys showed up, we would gut the pirates and celebrate at the end of the day. Simple. Even as I received a punch to the gut, I was still hopeful. They'd all die. And I could hope that they would die horribly.

Rumple was on the ship. I despised him and the few snatches of the plan I could hear. I was to be bait for Peter, who would lead the Lost Boys straight to the Jolly Roger in a declaration of war. Rumple believed that combining his powers with the crew of the ship was enough to defeat us. Peter probably thought that he could obliterate all of the crew in ten minutes tops. I prayed they were both wrong.

Not being able to see is a giant setback. Of course I had better senses than most, being a hunter, but it was still disorienting to hear something and not be able to see in exactly what direction it was in. Also, it made trying to get my foot bindings loose extremely difficult. I had finally achieved it, the ropes still hanging loose around my feet. I couldn't speak, so that made my waiting period very boring. And where the hell was my dagger?

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long. A light thunk landed right next to me, followed by the sound of sawing through the ropes tying my hands to the railing. I broke free with a gasp, latching onto the person who had rescued me. I breathed deeply, smelling pine and campfire, with something like incense. Peter had come back for me. Together we stood up, and I removed my gag.

"Peter..." I breathed, but was pulled roughly against what I believed to be his chest. One arm was holding me to him and I assume the other was outstretched.

I heard growling and quickly removed my blindfold. First off, it was dark, which made my eyes adjust quicker. Next I saw that we were surrounded by pirates. How brilliant. Peter was holding a sword, the only thing keeping them at bay. It suspiciously looked like one of Hook's, but I kept my thoughts to myself. I teased Peter's dagger out of his belt, thankful to finally be armed again.

"You're done for," one of them, Starkey, sneered.

Peter laughed, one I could feel. "You might want to rethink that one." He raised his sowed in the air as I outstretched my hand with his dagger. "Boys!"

Lost Boys poured over the sides of the boat, each armed to the teeth and shouting. And despite being surrounded by bloodthirsty pirates, I felt myself smiling as all hell broke loose.

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Peter had been silent the entire way to the Jolly Roger. Aside from a few barked orders in the longboats, he had remained unnaturally quiet. This unnerved all of the boys, even Rufio didn't comment on this. Many were only communicating with odd glances, all too afraid to even cough. Good. It kept them on edge, something that needed to happen if they planned to survive the night. Peter didn't expect to lose a single boy that night.

They finally arrived at the pirate ship. Peter steadied the boys with an outstretched hand before landing lightly in the deck. Everyone seemed to be belowdecks, which was good for them. He was certain if he saw anyone, they would be little more than a pile of ashes.

His eyes finally rested on Nibs and he just about walked down to the mess hall and killed every living being on that cursed ship. They were tied to the ship, blindfolded, and gagged. Nibs looked... Helpless, which Peter immediately decided was not a good look for them. His Nibs was strong and the bravest Lost Boy on the island, the only one not afraid to tell him exactly what they thought. Seeing them like that only brought his mind to the conclusion that someone had to have done that to them and that person was going to die. Peter was going to destroy the pirate that dared to touch Nibs. His Nibs. His Queen.

Quickly he cut them loose, where they latched onto his shirt. Peter felt their form relax, as he pressed light kisses into their hair and held them close. Peter heard them sob and swore to obliterate anyone that made Nibs feel like this. For the first time in his life, he was afraid that they would crumble and never be the same.

The pair stood up, just as pirates came crashing onto the deck. Peter instinctively held Nibs closer, a sword materializing in his hand. Good old magic. The imbeciles began to circle them and he couldn't help but smile as Nibs took his dagger as a weapon.

One that looked particularly deplorable had rather courage to speak up. "You're done for."

He smirked. "You might want to rethink that one." He resided his sword in the air. "Boys!"

The Lost Boys poured on deck, each engaging a pirate. This bought enough time for Peter to run the deplorable pirate through, relishing the light leave the pirate's eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Nibs jump up onto a pirate, wrap their thighs around his neck and then finally sink a dagger into his skull. That was more like it.

He didn't know how many pirates he killed, but they all went down with the same amount of malice and rage. Eventually he was back to back with Nibs and Felix, again surrounded by pirates. They just seemed to keep coming.

"I feel we've been here before," Nibs laughed.

Felix just snorted a laugh.

Peter rolled his eyes, disarming a pirate. "And it's your fault both times."

"Actually, I believe it was your hero complex both times," They laughed.

"Just get back to killing."

The two others laughed, and then moved away. Rufio and Nibs teamed up, sending each unfortunate soul to the grave. As Peter stabbed the last pirate, the Lost Boys stopped. Most were injured, but nothing that wouldn't heal. They had won. Peter took in this fact as he found himself panting.

A flash of green caught his eye. Felix and Rufio were grappling with Hook, something they had done thousands of times. Something was off. Rufio was slower, leaving gaps wide open and making sloppy mistakes. As if in slow motion, Peter watched Hook raise his sword and skewer Rufio through the side. Felix stood in shock for a moment before going after the Captain. The pirate twisted his sword, before pulling out the blood soaked blade and stabbed upwards into Rufio, killing the boy. Peter shrugged. Felix would take care of the Captain, he had to find Nibs.

"Peter!"

The aforementioned boy immediately turned on his heels. Nibs was being held hostage with a knife to their throat. When Peter turned to looks at the deplorable bastard who would endure his wrath, the immortal boy stopped, a cocky grin playing on his face. He could get through this, this was the one person in all the realms that he could bend to his wills most easily.

"Hello brother."