A sequel to Volatile.
"Be careful, soon enough he's going to be eating the meat off your bones."
It's been months since Charlie arrived on Neverland, and she's finally getting used to being there. From a fight, to a conspiracy, and finally a secret...
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There is no sound, but that of metal being unsheathed. The dagger gleams under the light of the stars, before the shinning silver is tainted by the deep red of blood.
His eyes burn like fire, as they shout with pain. "That's because you have no conscious, no soul. You are violent and irrational and rotten. "
A feathery arrow lays in the dirt, snapped in half from someone trampling over it. The head is the colour of fire, and the feathers the colour of pain. Another, a few feet off, is buried in the chest of a boy.
"I'll kill you!" He shouts, but tears seep in instead of anger. There is only one way this will end, and the only way to avoid that, is to run.
A rock rests on the back of the woman who was beaten to death with it. Though her skull is shattered amongst the dirt, the rock lays unbroken. Tainted by blood, but otherwise unmarked by its destruction.
"No!" Pan screams, reaching forward but just feet away from being able to help. The damage is done.
A rusty axe lies thrown on the ground, feet away from the horrors it has committed. It's sharper than it looks; it had to be. If it wasn't none of this could have happened. The hilt hides in the dirt, almost as even the weapon doesn't want anyone to touch it.
"I'm blind." Lips like a waterfall, the words hit tip out, trying to swim. Everything is drowning.
The small amber of the torch finally burns out, and smoke leaves it, joining the rest in the air. Ashes remain around it, floating through the air and landing on the ground. It's difficult to tell what is smoke and what isn't. The world is grey.
A cry runs out into the night, trying to warn the others. "He's been poisoned!"
The bat stays in the hands of its owner. The wood is soaked, the same colour as the stained knuckles, that continue to wrap themselves tighter and tighter around the bat. As if to say that though this may be over, it never will feel like it is. Somehow, the hands will always be ready too fight.
"Why are you so upset?" The boy creases his brow, trying to dig the truth out of someone so reluctant to say it.
"Because Charlotte is dead."
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Are you ready for tomorrow? Season 2A's finale starts tomorrow.
