meet-peter:

Right when the six men were sure their capture was unconscious, they gathered her up and carried her back to Pan’s manor. Once there, three of them continued down to the dungeons where they locked the girl away, the other three climbed the stairs up to Peter’s bedroom in order to inform him of their new arrival.

Peter’s bedroom was located at the highest point of the manor. During the manor’s construction, this was one of his most strictest guidelines towards the design. Reason? Because then, even during slumber, he would be above everyone else. Everything, down to his desk chair, was hand made his men. The most intricate detailed was the gold and jewel plating incorporated into every piece of furniture, all originally from Hook’s treasure. One could find signs of what was left of Hook’s treasure after the final battle throughout the whole manor itself. It was Peter’s silent way of gloating.

The men raced up the stairs to Peter’s door, but once arriving at their destination they all paused. Talking to Peter was like walking across thin ice; if one were to say the wrong thing, their head would be gone in a matter of minutes. Or worse. Slow and agonizing torture. Finally, one of them stepped forward, and with slight hesitance, he knocked on the door. “Sir? Sir, we got news!”

There was silence in response, but soon they began to hear the soft echo of feet meeting the floor. The men held their breath as the door slowly open, revealing Peter with an expression of displeasure, not fond of being disturbed. “Whatever this news is,” Peter fumed, “It better be worth it.”

The man took a breath before continuing, “Today, in the woods, we found someone on your land. They’re already in the dungeons.”

Peter rolled his eyes upon hearing this.“Pitiful. And after a quiet week, I thought they were starting to smarten up and learn.” He gave the men a dismissive wave of the hand, “Keep him there, and don’t feed him. I’ll take care of him later when I get bored.”

“But, sir!” The servant continued, “This ain’t a him. It’s a her!”

Now this caught Peter’s attention, brows raising when the word ‘her’ hit his ears. “A girl?”

“More like a woman,” The servant replied, and the two men behind him nodded along.

“A woman.” Peter tasted the word on his lips. It’s been a while. A wicked grin graced his visage. The thoughts of what he could do with a lowly woman. The possibilities were endless. “Yes, well then. Grab her from the dungeons and bring her to the dining room,” he dictated, snapping his fingers for emphasis, “I want to meet this… This little birdie immediately.”

The three men immediately ventured down to the dungeon, rejoining the other half of their group with the addition of one more, the eldest of the crew. He was a stout man with thin white hair and a plump, red nose. The three men shared the orders, and the eldest grimly nodded. It was a weight on his shoulders, being tied to service the once noble Peter Pan. The elder man separated from the group, wandering to the woman’s dungeon door, taking the keys off his belt and unlocking the door. His face was timid and worn as he entered the chamber. “Excuse me, miss?” The man weakly smiled, his voice soft and surprisingly polite, despite the circumstances, “Sorry to disturb. I’m Smee. I’ve been ordered to take you up.” Behind him, the rest of the men appeared, with rope in their hands. They filed in, and Smee watched at the doorway as they roughly grabbed her, tying Kat’s hands behind her back. “We’ll have to hurry,” Smee added as they pushed her towards the door, “He’ll be angry if we take too long.”

They led her up a flight of stairs, down a long hall, into the manor’s dining room. The dining room contained a long table that was almost the full length of the room, with a golden candelabra at its center. They chose to set her in the chair at one of the far ends, further securing her to it with even more rope.

Once they were done, it wasn’t much longer until Peter made his entrance. His eyes were immediately drawn to the unfamiliar face—or wait. He suddenly felt complex. The face of this girl—this woman—Peter felt as if he knew this face. But that was impossible. He simply shrugged the feeling off.

When Kat opened her eyes—which were narrowed in rightful annoyance—she instantly readied herself for a very intense session of interrogation as to why her head was throbbing and she had been abducted. Of course, the brunette had been told stories of creatures that lived in secluded areas and set traps for their prey, however, Kat was sure that her abductors looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, what remained of the once magical Neverland was surely ridden with new forms of evil, forms of which Kat could not protect herself against with a mere knife. Although, it looked as if the female was lucky. What she was surrounded with was not the ungodly, nor was it even the slightest bit horrifying. The barren and molded brick walls of some sort of dungeon that she had been carelessly thrown into was the only sight to see. 

Groaning softly and raising her hand to rub the back of her head, the female let out a huff of frustration. Attempting to contain her temper, Kat lifted her gaze and glanced around her surroundings, attempting to formulate a plan. There was no guessing where she was in Neverland—or if she was even in Neverland at all—and that put her at an ultimate disadvantage against her unnamed enemy. As long as she was able to stay alive, there would still be some sort of chance that she could escape. However, it was only when the brunette took a few moments to calm down did she begin to wonder who could possibly have enough supply to build a dungeon, as Kat’s mother had explained that most of the supplies and plants had died when Neverland began changing. Although it was a possibility that she had been captured by mere creatures roaming the vast forests, even then, why capture her? The thought that followed was not a friendly one, and struck a certain uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. 

Peter Pan had disappeared years ago, and even after her mother had escaped, he had never dared to show his face again. Whether it be the fact that he held no regret knowing that he had betrayed his only remaining friend, or that he was too cowardly to atone for what he had caused. In truth, what happened to Neverland was not Peter’s fault, he had been trying to protect the person that he loved, and with it came dire consequences. Kat’s mother had attempted to explain how much agony the former Lost Boy went through when he attempted to fight the darkness plaguing his heart. Even though the female didn’t know the male directly, she felt betrayed that he didn’t seek help from his former friends to aid him. Instead of locking her mother up within the confinements of his residence, why did he not venture into Neverland and seek the help of Elders? Why was he the only one that ended up being saved?

Countless of the former Lost Children had fallen prey to the creatures that were now freely roaming around the land, their deaths were untimely, and left the rest of the group vulnerable and scared. Kat knew that it was next to impossible that she would stumble across the new and improved Peter Pan, as he could already be dead, however, the knot in her stomach lead her to believe otherwise. Kat’s muscles instantly tensed when she heard footsteps approaching, her gaze met by a rather tired and old male with a few more rugged looking men traipsing behind him. Letting out a groan as they roughly stood her up and tied her hands behind her back, the female narrowed her eyes at the two pushing her forward, her heart thumping in anticipation. “He who?” The brunette questioned, attempting to jerk her body free of the rough grip of the men at her sides. “I am capable of walking by myself.” 

Met with no answer, the female was merely thrown into another confining place. However, what she was surrounded with was no longer damp and moldy bricks, rather, it was beautiful furniture and grand decoration. Closing her gaping mouth when the men moved to knot the ropes tying her to the arm rest, Kat watched as they scattered back, their eyes full of fear. Furrowing her eyebrows together curiously as she looked around to see what had their knees shaking, the brunette’s gaze was met by another stranger. Except, this stranger wasn’t old and worn, he was so alarmingly handsome that Kat had to blink twice to ensure that he was real. Looking past his overall appearance, it was easy enough for the twenty two year old to pick up a number of different qualities just by appearance, the most apparent one inducing the return of the knot in her throat. 

Dangerous.

meet-peter:

The view from his bedroom window went on for miles, the lifeless lands meeting with the dull skies at a thin gray line. Over the years, Neverland went from an island of dreams and magic to a place of havoc and bedlam. One would think this mere fact would bring him satisfaction, but it didn’t. Instead, the anger inside him continued to fester, his heart grew blacker with age, and altogether he became ruthless.

Everyone was below him. They deserved to be below him.

Why couldn’t they all see that?

Peter Pan wasn’t the spirited young boy he used to be. In fact, he could barely remember those days. Those memories were all thin mist in his mind, hidden under the layers of painful struggles and sealed with rage that came when he finally gave in to the darkness. When the clock began to tick again, his soul grew ugly and horrid. His outlook on life became twisted, and he began to realize that no one could ever meet his standards. Peter started to believe he was the most amazing thing to ever step foot onto land, the epitome of almighty. Whatever he wanted, he would and should get, because he deserved it. And because he was so far above everyone, he concluded that meant each soul inhabiting what was once Neverland should serve him. Thus, whoever he found that disagreed, well… He made sure to have plenty of fun with them until they were finally bloody and dead.

The face he grew into, he was incredibly fond of. Some would call him conceited for such a penchant towards his own reflection, and in response he would smile and purr, “Of course.” His face filled out, he developed a broad and muscular build, and in all actuality he was devilishly handsome, emphasis on ‘devilishly’. He was a man that loved his reflection, and again, for those he found who didn’t agree, he slew.

Pan’s Manor was hidden within the highest mountain. He rarely left it due to his hatred towards everything outside it. Instead, he left all outside errands up to his crew, if one could call it that. They were more like slaves, but Peter enjoyed the sarcastic undertones that came with calling them anything but, so he always avoided the word ‘slave’ for the sake of his own entertainment. This group was compiled mostly of those who once worked for Hook and didn’t manage to escape Peter’s grasp when he first started taking them in. They were pathetic followers, immediately groveling at his feet once stuck in captivity. These are the men who built his manor in the first place. The small remaining handful were those Peter let stay after traveling to close to what he called his land, thus detained. Instead of killing them off, he put them to work, but if they proved too out of hand by his judgement—which happened more often than not—it just gave Peter another excuse to kill. Peter liked finding reasons to torture; it was one of his favorite past-times.

Peter had sent the crew out for rounds around his land, giving them orders to bring any stranger they past by. In recent years, most who still resided in Neverland new never to travel out too close to these lands due to the rumors of people going missing if they even dared to enter. But occasionally people still get lost, like a certain young woman in this case.

The first one to spot Kat held up his hand as a signal, gesturing to her in the distance while staying low and hidden. It was clear that she had a sense that there was something out there, but it seemed to them that she had yet to see them. One mumbled to the other how this would be a great treat for their “sir” as they were made to call Peter. After a soundless agreement, they all moved until they circled their target. The next signal was a war cry, and suddenly there were six men from all sides running towards Kat in attack. They had batons and staffs as weapons, keeping their swords to their sides, for all they aimed to do was knock the girl out so she didn’t struggle on the way to the mansion. Little did they know they were about to trigger something big. Something that would bring great change once again.

Of course, the brunette wasn’t so daft as to merely wait for the answers to magically appear in front of her. It wasn’t rare for Kat’s mother to tell her stories of a land prosperous and magical when she was a child, that land filled with coexisting creatures under the leadership of a former Lost Boy. Unfortunately, for years, the female was deprived the mere ability to even ask the name of the male that seemed to evoke the darkest of emotions from her mother. Once she became a teenager, shedding the naivety that came with youth, Kat simply gave up, seeking her answers elsewhere. As a lost child, the brunette was naturally very reckless and irrational, not afraid to adventure into the forest surrounding her home for items to trade for information.

There weren’t very many adults around willing to share the information with the dangerously curious female, and Kat had to remain subtle to ensure her parents wouldn’t catch wind of her mission. However, there were those adults and elders within the group that were not afraid to share pigments of the boy called Peter Pan. Recalling the memories seemed to affect each person the same way, the telling of a formerly bright Neverland and the come of war evoking certain sadness in their eyes. Sadness that Kat couldn’t sympathize, but only grew more curious to unveil. As she got older, the memoirs only seemed to repeat themselves, every willing participant unable to recall past the beginning of the war. Kat was many things, but something she wasn’t was dimwitted. It became incredibly clear to the brunette that her mother had requested that information be kept for her, and had been aware of her curiosity all along.

The strife between the pair had lasted quite a few days, the hours spent in silence, both too stubborn to admit they were wrong and instead mulled over the small details. Kat understood her mother’s reluctance to share her past, as it had become painfully obvious that Peter Pan had done her wrong personally. However, the brunette didn’t see the rationale in keeping her from the dark her whole life, especially because she was no longer a child. Eventually, the pair sorted out their differences and pushed aside the topic, Kat’s curiosity still remaining insatiable. It had been on her nineteenth birthday that her mother had finally been willing to reveal the secrets that she had kept inside a majority of her life. It had been a complete surprise to be told that the female’s mother was, in fact, Peter Pan’s former best friend. It was obvious to Kat that they shared a very deep connection, something that was severed when the darkness had plagued his heart and stole a relationship no one but the two could even fathom existed.

Kat’s mother didn’t blame Peter for losing the fight with the darkness after defeating Captain Hook, and neither did she. However, even though the female had received the answers she had been searching for a majority of her life, there was still something missing. Questions upon questions flooded her mind; however, those answers were out of her reach. It was unknown to anyone whether or not Peter Pan still lived among them in the toxic land, and although Kat’s mother had ensured the others—including her—that he was of no threat to them anymore, she knew it was a lie. Somewhere out within the thick clouds that loomed against the tops of the trees Peter Pan was watching. Whether or not he was waiting to take his revenge on his former love for leaving him or not, he was out there, so close within her reach that it felt painful not to pursue the answers she knew everyone craved as much as she did.

Although Kat had thought that she had the upper hand over her opponent, she was quickly proven otherwise. A flood of men approached after a cry, and although she managed to struggle for a few moments, the brunette was quickly met with a sharp pain to the back of her head and black spots evading her vision. When she awoke, however, Kat instantly reached for her knife, met with an empty sheathe and the bitter taste of vulnerability in her mouth. Keeping her eyes shut in case she was being watched, the female felt for her shoe, a small blade hidden on the inside of the fabric especially for dangerous situations.

The clock was ticking once again.

The war between Peter Pan and Captain Hook had raged on years ago, however, the aftermath that was brought with it never faded. Matters had changed, and people with them. It was unknown to everyone how Peter brought down the notorious and inexplicably evil Captain, nonetheless it was quickly brushed aside. Happiness settled on the land for a month, the days spent waiting for the hero that saved Neverland to return to his home. Needless to say, he never came. The land slowly began to change, the plants weakening and the clear waters becoming dark and murky. Clouds built a thick blanket around the skies, blocking the sunlight and wrapping the land up in grey. It only took a year for the change to become apparent in the lives of the Lost Children and creatures that inhabited the tainted land. Plants would not grow in the infertile soil, and ships didn’t dare set sail into the endless black abyss of water. Nobody knew what was going on, who or even where the so-called hero of Neverland had hidden. 

Of course, except, for one. 

The residents of the former wonder had already begun their attempt to settle with the land once more. However, they were faced with several more vulnerabilities  things that left them weak and doubtful without the guidance of a leader. A leader that had abandoned them, that had left them with endless amounts of questions and no way to find answers. Little did they know that there was one person that Peter was naive enough to reveal his secrets to, a person that he was under the impression would never abandon him. Tinkerbell. After defeating Hook, Peter’s heart was tainted with hatred and violence, which weakened the magic of Neverland. It changed people, made even the happiest of folk cruel and mischievous. It had quickly been deduced that nobody was safe, not while Peter was gone. He had found residence at one of the highest possible points in Neverland that he was sure nobody would ever dare to climb. The former loving boy used Hook’s crew as workers and forced them to build his manor, with no apparent guilt. He spent a year fighting another battle within himself, trying to beat the darkness that was quickly poisoning his heart. He couldn’t resist forever, though, and after a year of struggle, Peter’s heart faded into black. 

Tinkerbell watched every moment of his fight. From the moment he fought to rescue her to his last internal effort against the bleakness that had infected his body. She knew there was nothing that could help him only his willpower enough to fight off whatever had found it’s way into the heart she had learned to cherish. However, the affection that Tink held for the former Lost Boy was not the same dark and twisted sense he had suddenly acquired for her. Fully devoted to another and aged differently than the other residents, Tinkerbell was already a mother to a little girl. She had hidden her from Peter over the years, subconsciously aware of the threat that was to come. It didn’t take long for Tink’s former affection for Peter to turn into something of deep and passionate hatred, as his personality was the complete contrast of what she had grown to trust. He was cold, sarcastic, conceited and possessive. Yet, somehow, whenever he did her wrong, he claimed it was out of passionate love. Unswayed by his unhealthy affections and determined to escape, that’s exactly what Tink did. 

It had been difficult, and Peter had caught her on the way. Fully aware of the fact that his rage would follow her for the rest of the time they lived, Tink could only hope that he would find a morsel of humanity within himself and spend his remaining years in peace. Although, they both knew that was wishful thinking. Even the old Peter held malice towards those who dared to betray him. Unfortunately, the newest alterations to Neverland had made it difficult for Tink to find where she and her significant other had arranged for a map to be hidden to a refuge in case of emergencies. However, she had found it eventually, and began her journey to he safe haven where her family was hidden. Tinkerbell had named her child Kat, and was relieved to know that she looked nothing like her, which would throw Peter off if he were ever to find them and try to take his revenge. She was beautiful, a perfect representation of what Tink wanted to be all her life: human. However, now the answer to her wish was her greatest vulnerability, and it was a fight to remain hopeful. That hope lasted for many years, and Tinkerbell had managed to keep Kat away from Peter and his wrath for as long as she could.

However, things were about to change.

Kat was twenty two years old, a fine and responsible young woman that was incredibly aware of the fact that her mother kept things from her. She knew that there was some sort of reasonable explanation as to why she was being kept in the dark, although, it wasn’t completely unreasonable for the naive little girl to want to find answers on her own. However, Kat hadn’t guessed that her journey would be induced by getting lost in the forest during a hunt. Although she did have a form of protection, there was no telling what creatures lurked about forests as thick as the one she was currently in. It had been several hours since she had been separated from the group, and although the female knew better than to panic, matters were looking quite bleak. Taking small breaks to ensure she kept hydrated while marking the places she had been, Kat exhaled a small breath while she leaned against a tree, her dark hues scanning the area for any form of life. However, after a few minutes of silence, she heard the threatening snap of a twig somewhere within meters of where she stood. The brunette pulled out her knife, crouching low in attempt to scope out her enemy before they could, her breaths short.