Author's Note: The video to the side is a video someone made with the best or Robbie Kay/ Peter Pan. Its worth the watch!
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Jo's View:
My anger gave me a burst of energy. I am not a low life. No one is a low life, I mean except for Peter of course. He is such a pain in the ass and knew where to hit me where it hurt. I began running through the woods looking for a way to release my anger. By the time I got back to camp, because, where else was I supposed to go, Peter wasn't there. The lost boys, whom I have yet to learn the names of, were all doing their own things. One boy had his back to me, and seemed to be sharpening a stick with a knife. I sat next to him and looked at my hands. I turned to look at his face and I practically fell off the log I was sitting on.
I stared and studied his face more.
"The fuck?" I whispered.
The boy I recognized glanced at me before continuing with his work.
"You've got to be shitting me. Peter are you playing a sick, twisted game with me again?" I asked the boy.
"What are you talking about Jo?" asked the boy.
"Fucking shit, John, where the hell did you come from? How did you get here?"
Yes, again, for the second time today, I was staring at John. How the hell he got here, I wouldn't know. Peter tricked me once today by looking like him, but it really does look like him again. Can magic be that good?
"Jo, calm down. I'm a lost boy now, all things are good and well," he said.
He sounded like John. He looked like John.
"Why are you here?" I asked again, more pressuring him this time.
"Peter played the tune on his flute and I came to him. It was amazing in fact. He said that I would fit in with the lost boys."
I sat there confused for a bit longer. Peter must have something planned if he had John here. Peter seemed to hate John on their last encounter.
"You're parents must be worried you know," I said.
"Who cares about parents. Peter is the only person I need. He's like the King," he responded, looking off into space.
I was about to say something in response when Peter walked into the clearing, looking as level headed and cocky as ever.
"Nice to see you made it back, Jo," he said before sitting down on a log near the fire.
I didn't even glance in his direction. I refuse to acknowledge his existence. I'm still thinking of a way to get rid of Peter, and Tinkerbell, and find Hook. And now save John because he's here too know. My "To Do" list is getting gradually larger.
"Well, since it's turning dark, let's dance to some music why don't we," stated Peter. With that he pulled out his flute and started playing it. The music flowed through me and suddenly I felt like dancing. All the lost boys started dancing. I slightly swayed for a bit before actually dancing.
Me, having 6 years experience with dancing, went for it. I did pirouettes, leaps and so on to the music. I really didn't have control of my body, because if I did, I wouldn't have moved from my spot on the log. That music used magic to make my lose control, I just couldn't put it together because I was too far gone.
As the music went on, I found myself grabbing one of the lost boys hands, causing him to dance with me. It wasn't good dancing, him being a boy with no experience, but the rhythm kept us going. In the middle of a dip, the music stopped suddenly. The lost boy blinked for a second before letting go, causing me to painfully fall to the dirt ground.
I looked up to see Peter staring at me angrily.
"What?" I asked, pissed off. I was just fucking dropped on the ground. I wasn't in the mood for Peter.
He stared at me angrily for a couple more seconds before striding over to his tent, leaving me and the lost boys alone in the of the clearing.
I got up and left the camp, wondering why I actually danced to the music. I knew I couldn't control myself when that music was playing: the next thing to add to my list is get rid of that flute. Before I realized where I was, I realized it was pitch black out. Not knowing where I was, and no source of light, I lifted my hand and created some fire. My magic was rusty but it's not like I couldn't use it. I looked up to see that there was a cage above me, the same cage Pan pretended to be John in. I recognized my location now. I kept walking when I heard groaning behind a bush.
Me, being the over-curious and most likely to die in a horror movie person that I am, walked over to investigate. Inside the cage was a girl, a little younger then me, laying there in a ball. I quickly tried to unlock the door, but the lock was definitely something enchanted. I couldn't get it to unlock.
"Hey, are you ok?" I whispered. The girl stirred before looking around.
"Peter, is that you?" she asked groggily.
"Uh no, that jerk isn't here. I'll try to get you out, hold on," and with that I fumbled with the lock a little more. Within seconds I felt hands around my neck, causing me to gasp for air.
"Don't you dare insult Peter. And don't unlock the cage, he doesn't want me to leave," and with that the girl released her hands from my neck and retreated back to the back of the cage.
I fell on the ground, gasping for air.
"Excuse me?" I said through gasping.
"Peter loves me so he keeps me here for protection. Do not insult him!" she shouted.
I slowly stumbled away from her and was getting further away when she shouted "Tell Peter that Wendy wants him to visit!"
You've got to be shitting me. It's fucking Wendy.
To Do List:
1. Get rid of Peter
2. Get rid of Tinkerbell
3. Get rid of the flute
4. Get John out of here (and all lost boys for that matter)
5. Find Hook
6. Get Wendy to a mental hospital
What a day.
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