VICIOUS (II) : peter pan ouat

How to Jump

Chapter 10

Where ever Pan is, he's nowhere near me. I couldn't get him to help me if I wanted. I gave up when the sunset, and as the sunrises, I rise. Yesterday was a long day, but most days are around here. There's not much I can do about it.

Felix been guarding Rufio, who's still delusional. I heard he attacked Gregory last night. Apparently Rufio thought he was he was a pirate. That's happened to quite a few people now, not just me. Whatever happened to that boy while he was out in the forest for seventy years, it made him lose all sense of reality.

Well, at least he still recognizes the old people. That's good news, unless you ask Alex, who can't stand to be in the same room as the boy. Maybe it's because he feels guilty about killing Keaton, or maybe it's because Rufio puts Harry on edge. I'll probably never know.

I catch Johnny out of the corner of my eye. I'm bored, I've got nothing to do today, will I kill him? No one else is around us, as far as I can tell everyone is out hunting. It wouldn't cause a scene or anything, and as long as I said a Native came and did it in retaliation, no one would doubt me.

But that would cause drama, and I don't want Walela or Inali to have to deal with that. I also don't want to deal with the war or anything, so I won't yet.

I'll do it in his sleep or something, then just dispose of the body. I'll say he killed himself, the guilt of being a serial killer weighing him down like an anchor to the ocean floor. It'll have to wait until he's unconscious though for that to work.

He sees me and comes pounding forward. Standing above me, glaring down, I can only yell as he drags me into the woods.

"Johnny I will kill you." I shout. "Not an exaggeration Jonathan. I'll fucking tell Alison about you, and let her slit your throat instead, huh? How about that then?"

I haven't thought much about Alison since the night I was taken. It feels like a distant memory, where I was looking to help her. The only friend I had back home, the girl that Johnny had always had a crush on. I wonder whatever happened to her since then. I hope nothing bad.

"Or maybe I'll tell Robert about what you did. He'll kill you." I continue.

I'd much rather stab him then just yell threats, but he has both my hands tightly. I can't grab my dagger.

"Or Harry. I mean, you killed Thomas and James too. Couldn't kill Thomas with your own hands, so you got disease to do the dirty work for you. I've met ants with more bravery than you. I've killed people who have more worth than you. And that's saying something, because everyone I've killed is scum."

"If you don't shut up, I'll murder you too." He spits.

I roll my eyes. "As if you could take me. You're nothing."

"And you're annoying." He retorts. "Honestly."

We arrive at clearing and I rip my arm from his grip. It leaves a lasting sting on my arm, bright red.

"What do you want, asshole?" I demand. "If it's my forgiveness, I'll shove it up your ass until you get a nose bleed."

"Yeah right, as if I look to you for moral guidance." He spits. "If you forgot, you tried to murder me."

"If I had really tired you be dead." I'm so sick of putting up with him.

It's weird hating someone who's like a brother to you. I know Johnny like the back of my hand; better than anyone else. I know exactly what buttons to press to get under my skin, and he mine. We've made a silent truce not to bring up each other's families though.