A/N: I'm expecting a lot of complaints for this chapter because of some mentioning of criminal acts. This is rated T, right? If it is, read to your own demise; if not, then get out! This is not for little kids! This is not the Neverland you remember, this is a twisted version I created. Gillyboy out! (and expecting assignation)

The girl flew for three nights and seven days, looking for Neverland but it found her instead. What she sees devastates her.

A city of gray with no lush jungle and crystal blue waters; some way off, smoke could be seen from vandalism. Shouts and curses could be heard; everywhere it she looked had some sort of criminal act. Whether it was cheating, vandalism, rape, murder, etc. it was here.

Just looking at it causes the poor girl to lose her happy thought, plummeting towards the city. Fortunately she wasn't flying very high to do serious damage, maybe four or five stories up. Maybe bouncing off a few balconies and sun setters along the way; with a final thud, the girl was in the middle of the street.

Feeling disoriented, the girl didn't notice a motor powered vehicle heading for her or the fact that the driver accelerated intending to run her over. Before the splat, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"What were you thinking? You know better than to be out in the open, just asking to be killed! What are you, suicidal?" the person yelled. It sounded like a boy, no older than 14.

The girl looked up at her savior and was startled to see how young he was.

The boy rubbed his eyes, thinking he was imagining a clean girl; well the girl was real but was unsure of the lack of debris.

"Are you a newcomer?" he asked.

The girl blinked, still a little shell shocked, than understanding dawned on her. "Yes, I just fell from the sky."

The boy had a mixture of confusion and surprise. Normally people washed up on the shore when they first arrive, and because the lost kids were so few they had to grab the newcomer before the pirates killed them on the spot.

With a mutter under his breath and a flicker of hope in his eyes, the boy began leading the girl down the alley.

"Where are we going?" she asked, she wasn't sure if she should panic or not. Her parents told her never to talk to strangers but surely this can be an exception. Plus she needed a guide, a person who knew these streets and who was she to turn down help such as this.

"To Peter," he answered.

She couldn't help feeling excited to be meeting Peter as the boy led her down a series of passages that went under the streets. An underground maze of sewer tunnels; if you didn't know your way could easily get lost. The boy stopped at a dead-end. He lifted a cap to a pipe big enough for a child to crawl through.

"Ladies first," he did a mock bow but corrected himself.

The girl carefully climbed through, a few steps in, she fell. She slid to the bottom like a shoot; landing clumsily on some old mattresses.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the newcomer. They had this look as if deciding to whether to attack or not.

The boy dropped in next to her, land more gracefully on his feet. "No worries, she's with me."

Some of them shrugged and went back to work; others continued to stare. As they walked past, the girl could hear their whispered voices.

"She's not going to…"

"Maybe she will…"

"Not a chance…"

"We all failed, what makes her any different?"

As the girl listened, she felt more and more depressed. They already think she would fail before giving her a chance. But fail at what?

Then she saw him, or what was left of him. He was sitting on a crate at the far corner of the camp, completely lacking color. His skeleton leaves had become brittle to the touch; each leaf would eventually fall and turn to dust. His skin and hair a cloudy gray; his emerald eyes didn't show mischief and light, just sadness. They only thing that still had color and liveliness was a single acorn on the leaves of his back. From where the girl was standing, he looked like a corpse.

The boy led her to the shell. "Peter, let me introduce…" he stopped; it just occurred to him that he didn't get her name. The boy looked at her expectantly.

"Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling."

A/N: Yeah, the people majoritly wanted the girl to be Wendy but I did get one Vanessa. Someone got confused so I'm answering some questions before continuing. This is something I came up with after the Darlings left, and I ment by 'shadow of his former self' is what you see before you. A shadow is a gloom, a sadness. Also I said twisted version, I ment twisted version of Neverland, not twisted story version.

Before I forget, since I'm mostly having guest reviews, I would like to be able to tell two people apart. Right above the review box, there is a bar that says 'Guest' erase that and put whatever you want for a name. That is all.