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      Hatter_(Alice_in_Wonderland), Cinderella, Sleeping_Beauty, Snow_White,
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      Violence, Rough_Sex, Wall_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_Gang_World, Gangs,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Rape, Alternate
      Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_Fantasy, Fairy_Tale
      Elements, Dark_Fairy_Tale_Elements, pixie_dust, underland, Neverland,
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      Published: 2017-03-23 Updated: 2018-03-12 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6894
****** Dark Crevices ******
by Cl3v3rNeverWas
Summary
     **Not so much disney like, more of my twisted take on fairytales and
     ideas** **Little Red Riding Hood/Big Bad Wolf, maybe huntsmen**
     **Alice/Mad Hatter** **Peter Pan/Wendy Darling** *Belle/Beast**
     Reality can become a fairy tale if you dig deep enough.
***** Money and No Fucking Drugs *****
On the outskirts of town in a shitty run down building, too many teens and
adults raved like their was no tomorrow. Peter frowned at the sight. Things
used to be so much more classy. Some girl was overdosing in the corner, the
party went on without noticing. The frame of the building vibrated from the
music and the overcrowd. Peter worried the whole thing would collapse. He
shoved his way through the sticky over hormonal crowd. At his intended
destination, a hulk of a man stood at the door. "No one's allowed in" he
barked. Peter didn't have time for this. He was irritated with the music, the
crowd, the whole fucking night even. It was not his week and this man wants to
tell him no one's allowed in. 
So Peter took out his switchblade and stabbed the man in the leg. He proceeded
to kick the blade further into the wound. The man's screams were swallowed up
by the party. Peter rolled his eyes and kicked him backwards. The injured man,
as big as he was and as strong as he looked, fell backwards like nothing,
opening the door. Peter stepped over him. "Here. Clean yourself up" Peter threw
him a handkerchief. He saw the lights coming up ahead as he roamed the new hall
away from the party. He approached the next door and shoved it open.
"Peter Pan! Darling when did you get here!?" a disheveled Tink called out to
him. She sat or was kind of sitting, slumped against her emerald green chaise
lounge couch surrounded by crumbling white walls. The couch looked too out of
place in an environment like this one. The floorboards were stained with who
knows what. Peter thought he saw a rat run by. "My how the mighty have fallen"
Peter whistled. "Can it Pan. Your not doing so good yourself as I hear it" Tink
snapped back. Tink wasn't alone. Six of her gang lounged around the room
staring at Peter. It was kind of dim in the room so it took Peter a little
longer to analyze everything. "Your all fucking high aren't you!?".
Tink giggled. "I made a batch of Pixie Dust, so what?". "Let me guess. Let me
fucking guess" Peter paced the room and picked up an empty beer bottle. He
played with it in his hands. "What? You guess what!?" Tink croaked out. "Well-
" Peter cracked the glass bottle against one of Tink's members. The five others
reacted too slow, too high. In seconds Peter had Tink by her throat with what
remained of the broken bottle against her skin. "Let me guess. That batch I
ordered, you used. Didn't you? Shhh don't try to talk Tink. Nod your head for
yes or no". Tink nodded her head yes. Peter sighed. He dug the bottle into her
leg. Tink screamed. "Do you think I'm scared that you got your little boys
aiming at me?". Tink nodded her head no.
"Your going to listen to me Tink because my patience is getting real thin. Ever
since this new mayor jumped on this town, he's realy cracked down on our
business. My business. Look at where your at Tink. Some god awful building in
the shittiest part of town. You used to be one of the top providers. One of the
only providers, now we got the Pirates running everything from the inside. Hook
had the hook up. No fucking pun intended. I'm planning on a return Tink. A big
one that not even James Hook will see coming. So I need you to get your shit
together" Peter twisted the bottle. Ignoring her screams he continued. "Do I
make myself clear?" Tink nodded yes. "Good. That wasn't so hard".
He kissed Tink on the head. "Were gonna get back on top you old hag". With that
he walked away. Her gang only stood motionless as he walked. "You stained my
couch with my blood you bastard!" Tink yelled after him. Peter smirked and
waved his hand. "You'll get a new one when I'm back!". "You crazy bastard! No
one's ever knocked James Hook down!". Peter didn't bother to reply as he got
back to the overcrowded room. The guy he had stabbed was no where to be seen.
He lit a cigarette. 'No one's ever tried Tink" he inhaled deeply. He was about
to take another drag when someone knocked into him. He didn't get a chance to
say anything as he analyzed the scene before him.
A young girl. maybe 16 or 17 stood before him. She had light chestnut curls
that cascaded over her olive tanned skin. She didn't know she had knocked into
Peter, too preoccupied with the guy before her. "Come on Wendy! You have to try
it! You can't even get addicted to pixie dust! I've tried it a couple of times.
It's all for good fun". Peter could recognize an insider a mile away. Insiders
were the rich folk. The one's who lived in the center of the city and had it
all. They all had the same look. Combed back gelled hair, a slight pinched
point to the ear and skin softer then a baby's bottom.
Peter wondered why this guy was even out here. The best stuff and the best
parties took place in the very center of the city as much as they thought it
was clean, below the surface someone always missed a spot. At least he made the
effort to fit in. Ripped clothes and a bit of dirt on his face oh my. This
insider was probably out here for a good story. So he could tell his friends he
had partied with society's unwanted. Peter chuckled. He knew what Pixie Dust
was and what it could do. After all he and Tink were the one's to invent it
back in the good old days. This guy had no idea. Peter up to this point would
have ignored these two and left. But he didn't. He looked at the girl. Wendy as
he had heard her name looked terrified.
Her iridescent blue eyes caught his and Peter could not look away. Her eyes
erratically looked around for an opening. An escape. "Wendy. Take the fucking
Pixie Dust!" the guy threw his hand out to grab Wendy. Peter knocked his arm
away, stepping in front of her. "Girl says she don't want none". "You asshole!
Mind your own business!" the guy took a swing at Peter and Peter easily
deflected it. By inhuman speed, Peter had the guy against the wall. The party
partied on. So completely oblivious in their drugged state. "Why would I mind
my business when this is my business" Peter hissed in his ear. "Do you have any
idea who I am- Peter gave him a blow to the stomach. 
"Out here, your nothing. Out here your an unwanted. You become touchable in
this territory. I've already had to stab two people tonight. I'm not trying to
stab a third. Get your ass out of here. If I see you again out here, I won't be
so forgiving" with that Peter let the guy go and he ran into the crowd, quickly
being swallowed by it. After all that, Peter had completely forgotten about the
girl. He felt a soft tap on his back. Startled he found the young girl peering
up at him. "Thank you sir!" She piped up. "Wendy right?  You don't seem like
the type to be into this sort of stuff. Go home kid" Peter yawned. "I would...
but I'm scared. I'm not from around here" Wendy sighed desperately. 
"Where then?" Peter mumbled. "Second Star". Of course she was from the center
of the city. She probably came with that douche. Peter rubbed his neck,
stressed beyond his limit. He wanted nothing more then to get back to his Lost
Boys and rest for the new day. He had come up with his crazy plan to come back
to the top earlier this day. All his boys called him mad for wanting to do so
but once he got his mind on something there was never going back. Even if it
killed him. "Wendy. Kid. Just because I saved you from your little douche
boyfriend doesn't mean you can trust me. Don't be naive, especially out here.
You get killed that way Wendy". 
"Are you going to kill me?" Wendy asked. "What no- "Then please sir... please
help me get back to Second Star. I'll get lost, most definitely I will!". Peter
sighed. He couldn't believe his own answer. "Sure". "Oh thank you thank you-
uh?" Wendy tilted her head staring intently at him. Suddenly Peter came
consciously aware of what he looked like to her. His dark auburn hair was a
little past its due date for a hair cut, too shaggy for his liking. His skinny
jeans were in tatters and the oversized green v neck didn't help it any better.
God when was the last time he took a shower? Meanwhile he had noticed how shiny
Wendy's hair was, how smooth her skin was compared his rough overworked pale
skin.
Coughing he answered Wendy's question. "Peter. Peter Pan and you are Wendy
what?". "Wendy Darling!" she answered cheerfully. Her lips curved up softly.
Peter couldn't help but stare at them. Pushing whatever feeling he had before
he could identify it, he swiftly walked out of the building. "Hey wait Peter!"
Wendy yelled pushing threw the crowd. God how can a human move so fast and
graceful in a place like this Wendy pondered. He waited for her outside. "Come
on, we don't have all night Wendy" Peter walked along the broken streets
looking up at the stars. "Cigarette?" Peter offered her as he walked along. "Uh
no thanks. Those things are terrible for your health!" Wendy cringed. Peter
shrugged and inhaled. 
The streets were dark on the account that most of the electricity went to the
center. Why waste energy on the unwanted? It was bad enough they had to look at
them in the day. Peter laughed. "What!?". "Your so naive. I have no fucking
idea why your even out here for a party like that one when you don't even smoke
and your out here with a complete stranger".
"But your not. Your name is Peter Pan. You saved me from that jerk who
convinced me to go on a date with him! Said it would be a surprise. Well what a
rotten surprise and you said you'd take me home AND not kill me duh".
Peter almost died laughing. Wendy pouted and crossed her arms. She looked like
a little child. "So innocent. Even your name sounds innocent. Wendy Darling.
Ha!" Peter suddenly pushed Wendy against a very dim lamp post. He had her arms
up in no time, pinned above her. Peter's body curved into hers. He could feel
her tremble against him. "Tell me Wendy Darling, do you think I'm so
innocent?". He looked at her as she trembled but what unsettled him the most
was the way she looked him right in his eyes. Those iridescent blue eyes were
driving him mad. 
Peter breathed against her neck as he smelled a hint of honey and fresh almond
on her. Definitely from Second Star. His lips traced along her jaw bone and
down her neck. He felt her body slightly open up to his or maybe she was just
shifting to try and get away. Peter can't tell. "Peter... Please I'm only 16"
her breath hitched. He let go of her then chuckling. "I knew you were young
Silly. Wendy you can't fucking trust no one, not even your own". "Remember that
Wendy, not even me" Peter looked up at the stars. "Go home kid. Keep going
straight and you'll be home in no time" Peter pointed down the street. 
"Don't worry, I'll be able to see you until you reach a certain point then it's
all your people kiddo". Wendy scurried away in her light blue skater dress but
abruptly turned back to Peter. "There's good in you Peter Pan! Otherwise you
wouldn't have done what you did at that party!" with that, Wendy Darling fled
down the dark street. Peter watched her until he knew she was safe and her
words echoed throughout his mind. His lit another cigarette. 'Those things are
terrible for your health!' Wendy voiced in Peter's head. "Damn you, Wendy
Darling, just who the hell do you think you are" he whispered. 
He could still smell her. Feel her. A part of him wish he had taken her right
then and there. It wasn't like he had problems with doing things like that in
the past. But damn was she so innocent and young. Peter's cell rang. 
"Boss we got a problem!" one his boys yelled. 
"Shit."
***** Bullet Mouth *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Wendy could see the city lights coming into her view. How strange she realized,
how it went from the dark outskirts to immediate illumination. The gates were
surprisingly still open. Any road from the outskirts leading to the city were
gated. It was to keep out the unwanted. The poor, the ugly and the monsters.
But Wendy knew better than that. There were bad and good in both places. Her
thoughts trembled with the thought of the man she had met, Peter Pan. She found
herself horribly captivated with his dominance and kindness. How he pushed her
against the street lamp, her body fitting against his.
Wendy momentarily wanted to give into him but she was still a young lady and
wasn't about to just give herself out like that, especially a man she had just
met. No way. Her newly developed body cried to be touched. 'He's a man Wendy!
And you! A young silly girl like he called you! He'd want a woman! Ughhhhh he's
probably a druggie, an unwanted- Wendy shook her head. 'No, don't think about
people like that! Know them, then judge them'. Wendy was starting to regret
that life motto. After all that motto got her into tonight's situation. The boy
she had come with to the party was her classmate. He had been begging her for a
date ever since school started 4 months ago. 
His name was Nathan, she didn't really know him but he seemed okay. What an ass
he turned out to be. And Pan... well she didn't know him, know him, but his
first impression was worth more then Nathans. Sure, he could be dangerous, he
could have raped her, but he didn't. Instead he opted to give her a life
lesson. Trust no one, not even if there your knight in shining armor. I guess
that was what Peter was for Wendy tonight. 'Ugh such girly thoughts Wendy!' she
scolded herself. Besides she was never coming out here again. She only came out
here for the date. Peter probably had already forgotten a silly girl like her. 
Walking through the gates, she heard the distinct click of a lighter. A man
stepped out from the shadows. "Why hello Wendy Darling" a sly smirk on his
face. "Oh! Its you Mr. Hook! You scared me! Uhm why are you way out here at
this time?" Wendy asked. "I could ask you the same thing Ms. Darling". Wendy
became flustered. "Wendy, Wendy, I was once young too you know! I went outside
the city too for a good time! But you must be getting home sweetie, it's
dangerous out here. Even if we are within the city" an odd twinkle in his eye
made Wendy feel uneasy. 
"Anyways if you must know why I'm out here, you see my ahem hand was hurting"
Hook casually strolled over to her. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
"When the pain gets too much I like to go out for a walk to get my mind off
it". "You know Mr. Hook, my father is one of the best doctors in this city. I'm
sure he can help you with the pain!" Darling smiled. "I'm afraid this type of
pain can never be helped. Trust me. I've lived with it for the past 5 years"
the tone of the conversation shifted unsteadily. "By the way Wendy dear, call
me James. How old are you now?" he suddenly perked up.
"16 Mr- James". "Ah a young lady ready for marriage soon then?". Wendy blushed
furiously. James roared with laughter. "I'm only kidding. Times are definitely
changing. Ladies are getting married way after 16 nowadays. I'm getting old" he
chuckled. "H-how old are you?" Wendy looked at him curiously. James Hook was
rather a tall man. He kept his black semi long hair slicked back. He kept his
beard and mustache a bit grown out but never sloppy. He had rather enchanting
blue eyes. Yet there was a certain coldness there. And an age he hadn't even
reached yet. "I'm 29 Wendy. See an old fart, everybody from my generation is
already married. Younger ladies are just not into grandpas!" Hook rumbled
playfully. 
"Mr- I mean James, you're still young, any lady would be lucky to have you!"
Wendy scrutinized. "Well then Wendy, take my hand in marriage then" a cheeky
grin spread across his face. Wendy didn't know what to say, too flabbergasted
to talk. James Hook almost cried with laughter. "I'm kidding Wendy". "Old men
kidding with me tonight" Wendy breathed out loud. "What was that Wendy?". "Oh
nothing Mr. James! I should really be getting back though, its so late" Wendy
looked around. No one was milling about in the section of the city she was in.
"Then, dear Wendy, let me escort you to your home. I am a gentleman after all"
Hook bowed.
Before she could reply, James hooked his arm around hers and walked. A shiver
went down her spine. Something was off about James Hook, Wendy frustratingly
thought. 'Know them, then judge' she reminded herself. She had met James Hook
once before, a year ago, at a gathering. A gathering was word for a fancy rich
ball. He had bowed as he had just did and smiled at her. Still, it was
unsettling how his smile never reached his eyes. It was more like a rehearsed
emotion. Maybe it was Wendy's mistake but she swore James Hook stared at her
the whole gathering. When she would look to see if she was, he was always
engrossed in conversation with a politician or someone important.
He even had a very long intellectual conversation with her father as she heard
from his lips later that evening when they arrived home. He made a lasting
impression on her father. She stole a glance at Hook and he caught her look and
smiled. His body bumped slightly into hers as they walked. Wendy was
immediately reminded of Peter. 'I really need to stop thinking about Peter'
Wendy sighed out loud. "What's wrong Wendy?" James asked. "It's nothing Mr.
Hoo- James. Just tired from the party, it wasn't really my scene" she puffed
out. "Ah, I remember when I was your age, sneaking out the city- Wendy tuned
him out.
She wished she had actually stayed longer, just so she could have gotten to
know Peter better. Even if she would never see him again. 'Trust no one' his
words echoed in her head. She looked at James again, still going about his
earlier years. 'But Peter... know them, then judge' she swore she could hear
his laughter. James hadn't done anything bad to her for her to give him a bad
judgement. He was just... off in someway she couldn't identify. "Here we are
dear Wendy!" startled she realized her surroundings. Home already. "Tell your
father hello and I look forward to the next gathering! I must be off now" he
abruptly left Wendy mid word. "Uh thank you James! See you next gathering!" she
called out to him as he disappeared around the shadowed street corner.
Wendy realized it was late beyond reason as their was no one on the streets
still. Not even the drunks. She opened her black gate and entered the big
mansion like door hoping for the best.
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James Hook watched from the shadows as Wendy Darling entered her home. What a
beautiful girl she was Hook mused. He toyed with the idea of making her his.
Hook checked his pocket watch. An hour late to his intended destination on the
outskirts of the city. Hopefully the guard hadn't shut the gate yet, he had
paid him a pretty penny to keep it open late. But seeing young Wendy walk
through the gate, Hook couldn't resist. 'I have a lost boy to meet. Hopefully
he's made the right choice, for my his and my own sake' Hook whistled leisurely
down the street.
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Tell me what you think in the comments!
     Anyways I wonder what kind of choice Peter had to make ;)
     We'll be seeing the others (Alice, Mad Hatter, Belle, the beast,
     little red and wolf) very soon.
***** Feel No More *****
Chapter Summary
     Wendy can't stop thinking about Peter and Peter? Well he's
     preoccupied at the moment.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Wendy tried to close her front door as quietly as possible. Most of the House
of Darling was pitch black except for the light that leaked from under the door
of Mr. Darling's study room. This was Wendy's break, they wouldn't realize she
had come home so late if she was quiet enough. Though before she could start
tip toeing she heard the distinct voice of John Darling in the study. "Father
please, what do you intend to do?". 'John? What is he doing home from the
university?' Wendy thought. She was sure break wouldn't start for another two
weeks. Even then, John only cared enough to send a postcard during breaks and
holidays.
He insisted he had to stay in the university area to keep up with his studies.
Plus he was four hours away by train. Though since his departure to UNI a year
ago, the relationship between him and their father had become increasingly
strained. Wendy couldn't pin point exactly when or why, but John had become
cold towards father. He barely spoke to father in the 3 months before leaving
last year. Curious as to why John was home and actually  talking to father,
Wendy tip toed to the study door. "What do you expect me to do John? There are
no options!" Father raised his voice. "Quiet down old man, and you do have an
option. The option to say no" John argued back. 
Wendy heard her father laugh and heard him sit himself in his leather chair. He
poured himself a drink. Most likely bourbon Wendy assumed. "John, even you
know, there's no such thing as no to this man". "Your pathetic" John boldly
said. Wendy had to keep herself from gasping. No one or no Darling had even
spoken to father like that. Wendy could only imagine what her father would do
now. But the room was quiet. The words of John hanging in the air.
"Haven't I done enough John? Haven't I raised you, Wendy and Micheal right?
Haven't I given you all that you have ever wanted? I've protected my family,
provided for my family and continue to do so, your mother was so young when I
married her" Her father quieted for a moment. "She was and is an absolute prize
to me. And you and your siblings are my absolute treasure. What I have to do
now is what I have always done. Protect my family at any cost". John inhaled
and exhaled loudly. "You've given me everything father. But its what
you've taught me, what you have taught Wendy and Michael! And you and I know
what you've gotten yourself into goes against everything you have ever taught
us! What we believe you stood for!" John cries. 
"Enough John! There are no options, no saying no. We are done here. How much do
you need for the train ride back to the university" father demanded. Wendy knew
whatever they were talking about was over. Once father ends a conversation, its
ended. "I'm not heading back. I've talked to my professors about being needed
at home to care for my siblings. They have all agreed to give me the rest of
the work for the semester that is to be turned in on the day I have final
exams". Father snorts. "You think you'll be able to take care of this John? You
have a lesson coming to you boy". "No. I have man's job to do" John replies
coldly.  Wendy barely has enough time to rush behind the grandfather clock in
the hallway as John pushes the door open. He shuts the door without a goodnight
to father. He stands there for a moment. Wendy holds her breath. 
"Hey kiddo. Go to bed. It's late" John quietly says. So Wendy comes out of
hiding and worriedly looks at her big brother. He still wears his dorky round
black glasses. But his face has matured quite nicely as the years have passed.
His eyes are iridescent waves of blue. His  chestnut hair is neatly combed back
and appropriately cut. He's gotten taller, taller than father even. But trimmed
enough. His skin is paler then Wendy's. He has been spending too much time in
his dorm room studying. Wendy could almost call him a gentlemen. But not quite,
not yet. His dorky glasses and him being her big brother just didn't make the
word gentlemen apply yet. "How did you know I was there?" Wendy asked. "As soon
I stepped out I smelled that god awful lotion and perfume you use" he shrugged.
"Hey!" She punched him in his arm. John wasn't hurt in the least and smiled at
his little sister. 
"John.... is everything okay?" Wendy held onto him. "I'm not sure how much you
heard, but you don't need to worry about anything. I promise. Everything is
fine- "But John... what did father do?" Wendy hated when older people told her
everything was fine when things clearly weren't. "Wendy I need you  to trust
me, everything is fine, have some trust in me OK, I love you" he kisses the top
of her head. "Go to bed or do I need to ask you where you've been all night?".
"EEEP!" Wendy sounds. "Exactly. Now that you're closer to me I smell sweat
and... mmm pine? You know what? I don't want to know. Your a smart girl and I
trust you know better... you must know better Wendy" John gives her look she's
never seen before. "I do John. I do" Wendy says sincerely. "Good. Night Wendy,
I'll see in the morning" at this Wendy shines like a bright star. Glad her
brother will be home for the next two months. 
John hugs her and goes to the end of the house where it was always the quietest
to study. Wendy makes her way to her room. She shakes off her sweaty blue dress
and wipes down. Too late to take a bath. As she sits on her bed, she grows
increasingly anxious. She replays the conversation between father and John in
her head. No matter how much she could try to talk to John about it, she would
get no where. So she knew when it was just best to stop asking questions,
especially with adults. Wendy found comfort by thinking of Peter Pan. She found
herself foolish for thinking of him. He was older. She was younger. He was from
the outskirts. She was not. This wasn't a fairytale. She was just a little girl
smitten with an older man. Sighing, Wendy needed to satisfy that ever so
annoying and growing feeling between her legs. "Curse being on the edge of
childhood and womanhood" she cursed underneath her breath. 
Wendy began softly touching her upper body. Imagining a certain someone's hands
exploring her soft breasts. Down she went to her pelvic bones that made her
shiver. She used one hand to grab onto her breasts, rubbing them and grabbing
them. The other, finding her clitoris. She bit down on her pillow as she rubbed
gently down there. She was still new to this, still trying to get the knack of
it. Her moans were muffled by the pillow. She increased the intensity of her
rubbing, finding just the right spot to send her over. "P~e~t~e~r" was muffled
into the pillow. 'How annoying' Wendy thought as she drifted off to sleep. 
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Everyone has seen their own version of hell and war, no more so then Peter Pan.
But there comes a dark time when you see so much you become numb to it all. You
see so much, you start to create your own version of hell and war. For Peter,
it involved keeping people in line. He made sure they did their jobs correctly
for the higher ups. If they messed up, Peter was the one they sent to set them
straight. Of course he didn't start out that way. He was a bright kid. Peter
grew up in the outskirts during a time when the center city, Second Star,
actually cared enough to clean up the outskirts. The then mayor preached equal
opportunity for all. People cheered and people disagreed, the usual. 
Peter went to school within Second Star. He had a certain attitude kids just
gravitated towards to, he was likable right away. But then there were the
snobby little kids who repeated cruel things there parents would say at home.
You're nothing. You'll never be anything. You'll never be one of us. You'll
never be as good as us. It was never this or never that. Thus 'Neverland' was
coined. Peter and the other kids from the outskirts were the Neverlanders but
in today's slang, the unwanted. Eventually the mayor was voted out and a new
one took there place. He stopped funding to help the outskirts almost
immediately. 
So little Peter and the other Neverlanders went back to school in the
outskirts. Like many other poor areas, kids dropped out. Kids turned to crime.
Peter was only 10 when his mother died. The streets took Peter in and swallowed
him up only to spit him back out but not because he was useless but because he
was so much more above anyone else. He did the violent work but Peter had a
trained eye on his environment. He wasn't stupid. He knew how to run things,
all it took was a little shove from a certain someone. At 16, Peter was running
practically everything with his business partners. By 23, he was betrayed by
one of them. Peter blamed himself for getting to comfortable. Too relaxed and
not vigilant enough.
He would never trust someone like that again. Peter was knocked off the top by
his so called trusted partner and Peter swore to get back at them. So finally,
at 26 years old, Peter knew  just how he was going to do it. He only wished
other people knew so they wouldn't get in his way. But things like this took
time and patience. Peter didn't always have those two things. 
Pan took a drag of his cigarette. He stared up at the night sky through the
window. 'I wonder how many stars I could count before I get lost' Peter lazily
thought. Muffled sounds brought him back down. A silvered hair boy sat tied up
in a rickety old chair. His mouth gagged. Peter sighed. The frantic phone call
from one of his Lost Boys ended with two of them dead and one assailant you
could say in custody. His Lost Boys were ambushed directly at home base, a bold
move by a rival gang. Peter crouched in front of the boy. He could of be 18 or
23 or heck even younger. You never really knew. But never really cared to know.
"What gang are you from" Peter demanded to know as he ripped the gag out of the
the silver haired boy's mouth. "Fuck you". Peter doesn't have time for these
games so he puts his cigarette out on the boys neck. He screams. "Tell me"
Peter doesn't wait for the next answer. He breaks one of the boys fingers.
"Underland! Underland" the boy breaks. This boy is younger then Peter assumed.
Underland was relatively new about two towns over. They finally started to
branch out and recruit in other cities like Neverland and Wonderland. They were
mostly made up of young kids but Peter hadn't met the leader nor cared enough
to know. They hadn't been much of a threat for Peter to be concerned about
until well now. 
Now he would definitely need to pay them a visit. "Why did you attack my base".
"I wis hare on orders to sen-d a missage. Underland wants tobe taken seerisly"
the boy says. Peter laughs. Violence was a huge part of this business. But if
your sending kids to kill first instead of talking first, you don't know two
shits about this business. You make your connections first. Make deals to run
for people. Climb the ladder, make partners in high up places. You don't go
guns blazing first on someone more powerful then you. The blow back is and will
be an unfortunate one.
"Tootles!" Peter calls. The door to the room opens. "Give me the brass T."
Peter rolls up his sleeves. Tootles or his real name, Tyler, reaches into his
pocket to reveal a green handkerchief. Tyler unrolls it to reveal brass
knuckles. The boy in the chair shrinks. "Please! No- Peter gives him one hit to
the jaw. Teeth fly. "Peter... uhm" Tyler mutters out. "Speak T or leave" Peter
cracks his neck. "Hook's here" Tyler rubs his neck. "I know. He's here on my
turf. He's on my time not his. Not here" Peter hits the kid in the ribs
breaking three of them. "How many were there?" Peter casually asks as he wipes
the blood off his hands onto his forest green v neck. 
"6 or 7. They were quick and took us all by surprise. They were all definitely
parkour runners so we only managed to get this one" Tyler explains. Peter
decides to take the kids left eye out. "Not good enough T." Tyler flinches. The
kid screams die out. He starts shaking and crying. It seems he has soiled
himself. "Hmm. I don't want to kill him. I want to send him back. So... who's
gone?" Peter asks. "Tavvy and Hare... We took them to Tiger Lily to bury
already Peter". "No. Send word, were holding a funeral for them" Peter starts
to break the boys fingers, one by one. "Understood" Tyler turns to leave.
"Wait. I'm done here for now. Give this kid some water and I want to personally
deliver him to whomever is running Underland" Peter tosses the bloodied brass
knuckles to Tootles.
Stretching, Peter makes it out the door when he sees Hook casually leaning on
his kitchen counter. "You used to do things so much more cleaner" Hook frowns.
"Your the one to talk. You were the one who played me dirty Hook". "Now now
Pan, This is a business and business expands and changes. Get with the times
Peter and Join me where you belong". "Ha! Oh Hook. How long were we partners
for? 10 years? You betrayed me! You left me! You ruined what we had, what we
built! For what? A spot in Second Star!?" Peter yells. "You weren't and still
aren't getting the full picture Pan. Things are much bigger and more at stake
here then you realize. You don't know what I know. Join me what do you say?"
Hook asks.
"No". "Always a stubborn one since the day I met you. You're smart but want
things done a certain way. That'll be the death of you Peter. You're making a
big mistake. This is the last time I'll be asking. Knowing you, you won't be
going down quietly. Get ready Peter. War is coming" with that Hook leaves.
"War. Hmph War can be manipulated into my own little hell paradise" Peter
laughs hysterically and then abruptly stops. He feels old and tired. Its so
fucking late but this job never ends. He has a funeral to plan and a boy to
deliver. He calls Tiger Lily and explains the suitation and the funeral
arramgments. He listens to her disagreements and lectures but eventually she
lets him go for sleep. 
Pan goes back to the room with the boy. He flinches when he sees Peter and
whimpers. There's a cup of water with a straw that's been left out by Tootles.
He gives the kid a couple of seconds to drink from it. His left eye is
completely obliterated. The kid wheezes from the 3 cracked ribs and his fingers
will take no more then 6 weeks to heal. He might have a slightly dislocated jaw
because he can't seem to completely close is mouth around the straw. Peter
unties him and drags him to the broken radiator to lay him down. Pan reties his
ankles together connecting the rope to the radiator. He takes an old blanket
from nearby and wraps it around the kid. It gets cold in this room despite the
radiator. 
Finally, finally, Pan lays in his own bed, in his own room. He can hear his
Lost Boys in the back of the building still very much awake. Peter rolls onto
his side. Its been one of hell of night. He can't remember this much happening
since when he used to run for other people. So much to do, so little time.
Peter planned to take down Hook for his betrayal and get back on top but he
still needed to run what was left of the Pixie Dust scene. He also needed to
make sure Tink played her role accordingly. Maybe it was time to call some
other old friends. Then there was the Underland business to take care of and
then there was..... what? He felt as if he was forgetting something. He was too
tired to finish the thought as he drifted to sleep. Iridescent blue eyes and
chestnut curls haunted him as he slept.
Chapter End Notes
     For plots sake I made John the oldest and Wendy the middle.
      
     I feel like my writing became a little week when I switched into
     Peter. What do you think?
***** Here We Are Again *****
Chapter Summary
     Tiger Lily has prepared the funeral as Peter Wished.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Tiger Lily gave Peter a soft kiss on his cheek. “My condolences Peter” she
sighed. The both stood alone in the Hall of her funeral home. “Thank you Tiger
Lily. I hope I didn’t disrupt your business too much” Peter apologized. Tiger
Lily punched him in the shoulder but not hard  enough to hurt him. Something
told Peter she wanted to hurt him a lot more then she let on. 
Afterall, she loved the lost boys. All of them in fact. Even Peter. Peter never
deserved her though. He hurt her more times then he cared to remember. But he
knew no matter what, she’d still love him. And that’s why he let her go. Lily
went without a fight. A part of her was relieved, another, scared to death of
what might happen to him and the lost boys without her.
She knew it was irrational to think she could prevent anyone from dying or
being hurt as long as she was there, but hearing of another loss in her family
made her feel guilty all over again. 
Sighing, Peter wished Lily would just pummel him right then and there. She
could do it and god knows he deserved it. She looked good, healthier then he
had last seen her. She was clean, straight and had a successful business now.
And here he was, coming to put a stain of his on it.
”Unfortunately this is business Peter. It’s personal at that too. Services will
be starting soon. Any idea who did this?” She asked as they walked the
corridor.
”I may have an inkling as to who did it. Underland apparently”.
Tiger Lily stopped walking. Peter raised his eyebrows at her. “Underland? There
a relatively small town. They keep to their selves mostly... they are quite odd
over there but they aren’t fucking suicidal”. 
Tiger Lily’s thoughts came and went as she worked out the information. “Whoever
is running it seems to be quite the amateur. You have quite the reputation so
why would they do something so.... stupid. It makes me think they knew it was a
stupid move. As if they wanted everyone’s eyes on them. The question is why
though”. 
“Well they definitely have my attention now. I’ll be paying them a visit very
soon. I’ve got someone to they probably want back. And speaking of that
someone, I need you to take a look at them” Peter said cautiously. “Peter Pan!
What am I going to do with you, I deal more with the dead for a reason!” Lily
dragged her hands downs her face, stressed for the day.
”I know, I know. But I think I broke his ribs... and his fingers. And maybe a
couple of other things”.
”You could have killed him Peter”.
”I know, I could have but I didn’t, I do have some restraint... now”. 
“Sure but not by much Peter, I’ll take a look after the service. It’s starting
now. Come on”.
Tiger Lily rests her hands on his shoulder before they enter the funeral. She
feels his tension and Peter gives her a quick glance. She can see his mind
working, rapidly rreflecting on every funeral he’s attended. Before entering,
he takes a huge breath and enters with Lily following behind. The door closes
and echoes down the hall.
Chapter End Notes
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