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Slow motion is at work, as the events played out aboard the Jolly Roger. The tear that Mike shed, in sincerity, for failing to protect the fairy who is now a magical human, began to take an unexpected effect. Soaking into her facial skin, Periwinkle eminated a glow, as her subconscious came alive once again. That single tear, ignited the magic that still resided within the frost fairy. As the glow subsided, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her baby blue pupils. Inhaling breath for the first time in what seemed like a century, her sight adjusted to her surroundings, as well as her hearing. All that was heard, was the clanging of metal against metal, and voices, though one that of females were heard as well. The blur of bodies moving made her somewhat dizzy, as she adjusted to new presences. Looking down, the first in her sight, was a boy, late teens, battered, bruised, and passed out. By the patch on his left eye, she immediately knew who it was.
"Mike," she said, shaking him some, but he didn't respond. She placed her hands on each side of his head, and gently lifted it. Looking at him, he was bruised badly. Gazing down further, her eyes met where his left arm resided, as it was a bloody stump, as well as his right leg. That sight alone brought tears to her eyes. The boat rocked some due to all the activity on deck, as Periwinkle looked up, to be met by another youthful face.
"I see you've awaken," the man said with charm and malice in his youthful British accent, "don't worry about him, he's not going to last much longer, he'll be dead soon enough," as he squatted to her level. "You are kind of cute," he said charmingly, "what is your name?"
"Periwinkle," she said, anger filling her voice, "and what have you done to Michael?"
"Oh, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that," he said nonchalantly, "but if you wanted to know, you should have asked your sister, before I sent her overboard," with a smirk. Periwinkle's eyes grew big, with the thought of her twin sister possibly dead. Her brow furrowed in anger.
"No," she muttered, "it can't be," shaking her head, "Belle wouldn't give up, no matter what," she said to herself, "she'll find a way out of where she is, I know it."
"Well, unless she can make a miracle," he said grimly, "you, and the boy, are my prisoners," with darkness, "until he dies, of course," with a lighter, but evil, air.
"I know my sister, " Periwinkle said, "she will-" Just then, the boat rocked harshly, as the fighting halted, and all available eyes turned towards the port side, to see a billowing cloud of steam eminating from the water below. Ones who seen this before, knows what is about to happen. Those who don't, are about to find out.
Out of the depths of the Never Land Sea, a figure emerged, female, no wings; muscular, with the same outfit she had on before leaving Pixie Hollow just hours before, but now, bursting in certain places, due to her growth spurt. Soaked from head to toe, her chest rose with every calm breath, though she was anything but calm. But as Clarion looked at her closely, her eyes widened, to see her eyes, covered in whiteness, as her upper body was ten shades of red. This is fury, no, far beyond it. She knows about the loving connection she and Mike shared, and that he'd do anything to protect her, though it was essentially the other way around. This is the one thing she feared that would happen, if someone pushed her too far over the edge: BLOODLUST.
Someone just did, and someone is about to pay.
The pirates on deck gazed in awe and utter fear, at the magical Amazonic female hovering before them, outside the ship. Her eyes glazed over with white hot fury, she spoke finally, after her reemergence.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MIKE!" she growled in a low soprano, reverberating to all who were present. Looking around, she slowly spotted a figure on the deck floor, with white hair, and her hands on a young man, sans two limbs and multiple bruises. That young man, is the love of her life. Seeing him just laying there, in that state, fueled her bloodlust more. Closing her eyes, tears streamed down her cheeks, as she gritted her teeth more, trying her best to contain the power within her. She immediately turned her attention to Ronalde, who was stunned, yet, as a captain, stood his ground, with his bloodied longsword at his side. The other pirates shrinked back, not looking forward to what will happen. Belle hovered forward, and set foot on the deck of the ship, not taking her deathly gaze off of the captain.
"You're suppose to be dead!" he said with seething anger. It was apparent that he is just as stubborn as his father.
"I'm not," she said, "but you will be, when I'm finished with you," as she took a step forward, in his direction. Each step shook the ship, as her weight had increased. The three fairies gathered near Periwinkle, to get out of the line of fire.
"Mike has lived in a proverbial hell for the past eight years, all because of your father," taking another step, "and that gives you the authority to exact revenge, to nearly take away the boy I've loved and admired for so long?" her voice growing louder. The confidence and bravado that he carried so boldly, slowly drained away from him, as the Amazonic magical girl continued towards him. "He lost his left eye, trying to defend my honor," taking another step, "you, the son of Hook, have no such thing." Just as his predecessor did, he tried to show no fear, by brandishing his longsword at her, then pointing it at her, to keep proper distance.
"I dare you," he said with a smirk and a dark tone, seeing if she would call his bluff. Belle whipped up her arm, and with her hand, grabbed hold of the sword, near the tip. Many are thinking, she's gonna cut her hand, but in an amazing show of inhuman strength, Belle squeezed the blade, and crumpled the metal, but not the tip. Releasing the blade, her palm was unharmed. Everyone stood there dumbfounded. Her stare was still locked on Ronalde.
"That sword nearly killed my friend Peter Pan eight years ago," she growled, "yet you still don't see how bad your father was." As calm as she spoke, it could barely contain her fury. She stepped ever so closer to him, as the act drained him of what confidence he had left. Yet, as stubborn as he is, he kept up the facade, for the sake of his crew.
"Pirates," he spoke up, as the others broke out of their fear-filled stupor, "GET. HER." He snarled, as the men donned their meanest faces, in preparation to take down the magical female. The same six that were there from Zarina's tenure as captain, came after her friend from all directions. The large, burly one with the mustache swung his sword at Belle; catching him in the corner of her eye, she sidestepped, and allowed him to miss, before taking hold of his wrist with the sword, and yanked him back, holding him a good foot and a half off the floor. Gazing at him through blinded eyes of fury, she harshly tossed him overboard, hearing a big SPLASH! when he hit the water.
Another, the short one with the patch over his left eye like Mike, tried to take her down from below, as he tackled her now thick, oaken legs, while a third came from above, swinging on one of the lines from the secondary mast. She narrowly missed the attack below, as he ended up skidding along the deck, but ducked in time to miss the one from above. By that time, the pirate let go of the line, landed in front of her, and faced her. He may be small, but he can be a mean one, Smee can attest to that.
Circling each other, Periwinkle watched in shock and awe at her twin sister fighting like this. She knew that Belle was brave and tough, when she was TinkerBell, but to see her in action, is another thing entirely. As she kept one hand on Mike, she lifted the other, and squeezed it, to see if she still had her ability. As frost appeared on her hand, she smiled.
As the two circled, eager to make a move, the pirate just readied a lunge at her with his sword. As he ran towards her, Periwinkle put her hand to the floor, and released a directional line of frost, that followed him. When it hit, he slipped, and skidded to the opposite side of the ship with a thud. Belle, for a moment, glanced over to her twin, and smirked. Periwinkle grinned.
Suddenly, a fourth came towards her, again from above, but this was the fat one with the peg leg. Swinging his sword carelessly, Ronlade had to move out of the way, so he can have a clear shot at her. Belle ducked, then caught him by the peg leg, and yanked him down to the floor. Looking at her, filled him with fear, as he tried to scurry out of the way. Unfortunately, she still had his peg leg in her grasp, and easily picked him up, holding him upside down. And just as she had done the first, she did to him, slinging him behind her, overboard and into the waiting water below.
For a minute, maybe more, Ronlade had that look. The look of defeat. Like he had been beaten at his own game. With four of his crew out of commission, and the other two in hiding, there was nothing standing between him and the Amazonian magical muscle girl that stood before him, in an unbridled white hot fury. But when he noticed the tallest of his crew emerging from the water and reentering the deck, his thoughts automatically changed. He smirked.
"I see you got me," he said in his nonchalant manner, "come get me." He just stood there, as Belle made her way over to him. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, trying to restrain her.
"HA!" he said happily, embracing Belle's muscular body, though he was a good hair bigger than she was, "gotcha now!" He increased his hold on the magical girl, as she tried to squirm out of his hold. Being the bold and arrogant man he is, Ronalde walked up to her, and stared at her beautiful face with a smug grin.
"How does it feel to be on the receiving end?" he said darkly, "maybe I should give you quarter," looking thoughtfully, "or not," snarling. Then, his mood changed again. "Besides, you're already hurt, though your man might not survive til morning." He tilted her head to see her eye to eye. "Maybe I should extend my vengence to you as well, but you're too pretty to do it to." Belle's rage began boiling again, this time worse, as her body started to harden, more than before, while he went on with his delusion.
"Perhaps," he said, "allowing him to live a life without limbs will be better..."
That did it.
In a sudden burst of inhuman strength, the former tinker fairy broke loose of the burly pirate's hold, sending him backwards, overboard and into the ocean again. Ronalde's eyes went big, as to see her body fully red, radiating what no other fairy has ever felt, that even shocked Queen Clarion: KILLING INTENT.
The captain started backing up, from the bloodlusting woman, her teeth barely showing, but clenched to where one would think her teeth would shatter from the impact. As she stepped once, he stepped back twice, making his way to the upper part of the deck, she in hot pursuit. Holding his deformed sword out at her in arrogant defiance, she simply grabbed it where she crushed it before, snatched it away, and starting at the hilt, crushed it like an aluminum can. Tossing the ball of metal aside, her eyes blazed in white, she performed a hyperslide, placing her within grabbing distance of the man responsible for the physical mutilation and dual dismemberment of her boyfriend.
"I-I..." he stuttered, now knowing fear as he possibly stared his fate in the face. With his back up against the railing on the upper deck, he began to beg and plead. Belle suddenly grabbed him by his throat, and held him just over a foot in the air. Ronalde struggled feverishly, as his hands moved to pull her muscular arm away from him, but her arm was steady and grip unforgiving. Vidia, Zarina and Queen Clarion left the safety of the coat, and flew up to where the event was transpiring. It shocked them all, as they have never seen her this furious, though the reason is valid. All three called out to her to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. Though the first law of the magical residents of Pixie Hollow is 'do not harm', the queen knew that this was only one quick step away from murder.
"I-I..." he stuttered again, as Belle tightened her grip on his throat.
"What?" she said snarling in unbridled fury, "haven't you heard the old saying, 'an eye for an eye'?" She pushed him against the railing, watching his face turn two shades of purple.
"I-..." he struggled to breathe, the circulation of air slowly cutting off.
"Hasn't he suffered enough!" jarring him, tightening the grip further, "I should send you to be with your father!"
On the lower deck, Periwinkle stayed with Mike's mutilated and bruised form, still unconscious from a large loss of blood. There was so long he he could hold out, and he needed immediate medical attention. Suddenly, his body stirred a bit, as the frost girl looked down, to see his weary eye open, just barely. He exhaled hoarsely, and whispered.
"Bell-" he gasped, his breathing very weedy, "please-" taking another small gulp of air, "don't-" as he went unconscious again. Periwinkle stroked his matted wet hair, as she gazed up to where her twin was.
Those three words, though whispered, reached the ears of the former tinker fairy, as it snapped her out of her blinded rage. Her eyes cleared of the white hot fury she was engulped in, realizing what position she was in at the moment. Her gaze still reeked of bloodlust, looking at the captain of the Jolly Roger, gasping for air, on the verge of passing out. Right then, her sense of morality kicked in, as to what to do. She so much wanted him to pay for what he did to Mike, yet at what cost? Belle loosened her grip on Ronalde's neck, it heavily bruised with her fingerprints immersed in purple. Sensing that the worst had passed, Queen Clarion flittered up to Belle's left side, and placed her tiny hand on her prominent shoulder.
"Let it go, Belle," she said, her voice only audible to the girl, "it's not worth it. Let him go."
Belle shut her eyes, as she removed her hand from his neck, dropping him to the floor, desperately gasping for air, and rubbing his heavily bruised neck. Clenching her fists, the anger never released fully that was inside her, made her grit her teeth, as tears streamed down her pink cheeks. And in one fell swoop, she released a cry so loud, that it rang throughout all of Never Land. Flowing with the winds, it was carried to every part of the realm. It was filled with pain and grief, as it pierced the early Christmas Day morning air.
Finally relieved, she gazed down at the nearly broken captain, the professed son of Captain James Hook.
"Be glad that Mike decided to give you quarter," she snarled, with what little anger lingered in her being, as she turned her back and walked away. Walking down the steps to where her twin sister sat with her physically mutilated and broken boyfriend. She dropped to her knees and gently turned him over, to look at his face. Ronalde's boot print was across his face, as his nose was slightly angled, indicating that it was possibly broken. She carefully drew his broken body up to her muscular torso, and cradled it, sobbing.
"Mike," she cried softly, "my precious Mike, I'm so sorry," holding his body gently, "I forgive you, for wanting to protect me and my sister," as the three fairies surrounded them, "please don't die, I love you Mike, I love you so much."
The frost girl placed her hand on the teen male's back, feeling the same deep sympathy.
"He's still breathing," Belle said as she calmed down, "he's lost a lot of blood."
"We need to get him back to Pixie Hollow," said Queen Clarion, as she flittered over to Periwinkle. She placed her tiny hand, leaving an imprint of dust. "Periwinkle, because you and TinkerBell are sisters, the same disease that she suffered, affected you as well. Though you can no longer stay in Pixie Hollow, you are forever a part of us, as you have received the same reward as your twin." She then cast a flurry of dust over her. "Periwinkle you are no longer; you are now known as Perri," as the girl's fairy wings appeared, in proportion to her new human form. The dust also formed new clothes, similar to those when in her tiny fairy form, with a mixture of blue and white hues.
The newly christened magical human stood up, as Belle did also, carefully taking Mike into her monstrous arms. Allowing her wings to appear, as well as her special outfit, both pairs of wings glowed and shimmered in the reflection of the rising sun.
Flittering over to the teen in Belle's arms, the queen placed her hand over his heart.
"His heartbeat is slowing down, we need to hurry back, if we're going to save him," as all five took flight. Looking back, Belle had an idea. Flying over to her sister, she gave her Mike, as she flew back down to the ship. All were wondering what she was doing until they saw her get behind the ship. Gathering all of her strength, slowly started to push the frigate away from the direction of Skull Rock and Pirate's Cove, and into deeper waters. Flying upwards and level with the mast, she inhaled deeply, and with a mighty blow, created wind current, that flexed the sails, and increased the boat's speed.
Flying back up to the group, one had to ask the obvious question.
"What did you just do?" asked Vidia.
"I sent the Jolly Roger into deep waters," she replied, "it'll be a long while before they'll be back around here."
"And I thought I was the only wind talent," the fast flyer quipped, but smirked, "but I like your style."
She flew back over to her sister, and took possession of her boyfriend from her. "Let's go," she quickly said, "we're running out of time," as all five flew as fast as possible back to Pixie Hollow. Hopefully, they are not too late to save the life of the son of Peter Pan.