Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 11 - Peter, Not Pan

I stared at the crying boy as he slowly slides down the wall, muttering through short sobs "Peter is pure. Peter doesn't want this". He continues to repeat the words until they seem like some form of alien language. Never before had I seen someone feel and look so distraught, depressed and angry at themselves all at once.

"Pa-" I pause a moment, remembering his extreme hatred for such a word.

"Peter" I mutter, crouching down beside his shaking body. He looks up at me for a split second, his eyes rapidly flashing from green to black. He diverts his gaze back to his knees as he tucks his head into his legs, curling into a tight ball.

"Peter please" I stumble on my words, my eyes tearing up. I've always had a weak side for people when they're crying. Only if I know them personally. If I have a reason to hurt or kill them, I'll gladly do so.

"Peter is pure. Peter doesn't want this" he says as a reply, making me sigh sadly.

"Yes. Peter is pure. So can I at least talk to Peter for a few seconds?" I mumble, trying to get him to look me in the eye.

Much to my relief, it doesn't take much time till he looks up at me, a curious look on his face. It's hard to explain all the emotions that are visible on his face, but I might as well try.

He had an eyebrow raised as if something had confused him, but it clashed with the stress lines on his forehead which made it seem as if he had waxed one eyebrow of and then made an attempt to draw it back on. A sly smirk was placed on his face before quickly changing to a frown each time his eyes changed colour. It seemed 'Peter' was confused and stressed, while 'Pan' found this highly amusing and thought it was great fun to be torturing a poor soul.

"Scarlett" sobbed Peter, his eyes holding its pure green colour for the longest amount of time I'd ever seen them in the past few minutes.

"Yeah?" I question, smiling at the sight of  his gorgeous green eyes.

"Please. Help me" he mumbles, his gaze meeting mine and latching on tightly to it as if it was a precious diamond.

"Help you? Help you escape or leave or..?" I speak as softly as I can, still trying to get answers out of him.

"Help me escape the cage of insanity. It's trapped me Scar. I've managed to run from it all these year and now when I'm at my weakest, it's come to get me" he sobs, hugging his knees close to his chest.

I say nothing, not sure wether his speech confused me or pulled at my heart strings.

"He sent you here on purpose. He knew I'd fall for you. He wanted me weak" he cries out, his voice slightly muffled and choked because of his blocked nose.

"Why would I make you weak?" I choke out, trying not to sound slightly offended. I'm not sure why it offended me, I just find discomfort in the way the sentence was phrased I guess.

"Because love may be weakness, but it's also joy" he cries, his tears slowly calming as he wipes his nose. He releases his head from its cage made by his legs, which he still hugged like a teddy bear. My eyes widen at his words and I whimper slightly.

"Love?" I whimper, the word bringing terrible memories to mind. I once loved my mother and look where she ended up. I once loved my father, and look how that went for me. To absolute shxts, that's where it went.

"I know, you think I'm insane. I probably am. I just now I like you a lot and that I've never been in love before. I don't really know what love feels like" he sniffs, fresh tears still falling down his extremely red face. Only now do I notice how adorable he his when he's crying. Not that I'd ever want to see him cry however.