Peter Pan and Me

CHAPTER 29: THE PASSION OF PAN

Now I know all this because I found out all later. I knew all. That was
billions upon billions of years later. You see when we die...pass
away...pass on is a better term...when that happens, we can know all and
me, always wanting to be a know-all, chose to know all. That's if we die
and stay dead, I mean if we die when we are supposed to, we can get this
choice. Ahead of time, it gets a bit sticky. So I kind of know all now.
Which is why I can move back and forth to events I wasn't at. And if that
bothers readers, tough. It's how I tell a story and it never bothered
Peter or the Lost Boys how I told stories so it shouldn't bother you,
cause you're no better or worse than any of them, with the possible
exception of my dear Peter but hey, even I'm not perfect now and still
hold Peter in the highest esteem.

There was this bright light. Really, really bright. So bright you can't
see. Floating. Not like flying. Floating out of the body. Seeing the dead
body of himself, a big hole where his navel used to be. It was big but
not that big. Peter was used to floating and flying so it was no big deal
to get flown out of the ground and into the air. But to be forced like
this was infuriating. Still, Peter leaned back and took in what was going
on. He knew he was dead and he knew he was defeated so he just let it
wash over him. He found himself heading through Neverland Sky toward a
bright light, brighter than the sun, so bright, Peter mistakenly thought
it was the sun and avoided it. He found he had some control so he used
this and flapped his arms, a most infuriating and embarrassing way to
fly, he thought. Not graceful at all but every part of him felt graceful,
peaceful. Then he realized somehow he was in a deep space void, not quite
outer space, not quite the real sky. It was a red backdrop with smoking
yellow bursts of cloud.

Something, no somethings, something big and red and scary flew at him.
Fast! Faster than he! Peter looked up, "Nothing's as fast me!" He
laughed as he saw what he was up against. Demons. Horned. Winged, scaly,
red, black fingernails coming to severe points, forked tail, hooves.
Bushy evil looking unibrow for eyebrows. Fangs. Red eyes with black
pupils. Pointed ears with smoke coming out of them. A lizard like tongue.
Breathing fire from nostrils and mouth at various alternating times.
Screeching loudly enough to wake the evil dead. Which they did. And they
held flaming red swords with yellow glowlines around them and they were
converging on Peter, who laughed and dove out of their way, between them
and under them, over them. They kept coming at him but Peter saw that
bright light again.

"Peter!"

"Ahh, a familiar voice!" Flying near Peter, parallel to him, was a man
in a business suit with a brief case. He wore glasses and Peter gasped,
"EEEKKKK! A man!"

"Peter it's me!" The man changed into someone Peter knew. Once. A long
time ago. "Watch out!"

Peter ducked and spun and twirled, avoiding a flying demon parade. The
sword one swung tinged his hair and put it on fire. He patted it out,
laughing, "I was right, death is an awfully big adventure!"

"Peter, it's me!" The boy had a derby on. He wore glasses and had
long-ish brown hair and a brown jacket over a long night gown and as the
wind blew, Peter could see nice filled out legs, bare feet, and it all
lead up to a nice firm butt.

"JOHN!"

"You remembered me! Peter! Catch!"

John threw Peter a long, thick medieval sword and as Peter caught it, he
tore it through a demon and split the demon in two. It evaporated not
long after. Peter swung and took out more and more demons and spun and
then took out two more.

Peter felt the sword and threw it up in his hand a few times, "What a
magnificent sword!"
He vertically placed himself in the center and as more came at him, he
just killed them. They vanished in puffs of red dust and even those were
gone.

John's cute voice called, "It's Excaliber!"

"Oh like in Wendy's and Chase's stories!" Peter took a head off here and
a tail off there. He shoved the sword straight out and flew horizontally
and it poked through the mouth of a fire breathing demon. Peter flew
through the red dust. John flew up next to him, like old times. Peter
smiled at him in a friendly but confused smile. "Who're you?"

"Oh, Peter, I'd thought you remembered me!"

Peter winked his right eyelid down and open, "Of course I remember you,
John!" He turned over on his back, "Grab a hold of this, both hands!"

"I remember!" John smiled and looked at Peter's foot, "It's cleaner."

"That's because I think it's my spirit and not my real body. Not my body
at all." Peter leaned in, bending back close to John, "Hullo John
Darling!" Peter planted a kiss on John's lips and moved his tongue in.
When they parted, John was dazed and red faced.

"This is something new from you. HOW RIPPING!"

"I always loved you John."

"But I thought...I thought you and Wendy..."

Peter smiled, "Well, yeah, but it was you that...anyway where are we?"

"Oh, yeah," John shook his daze clear, "See that light?"

"Uh huh," Peter smiled like an innocent child.

John pointed, "Just follow it through."

Peter nodded, "I thought so. I wasn't sure I should though..."

John grew mischievous, "You're not afraid are you?"

"Afraid? I?" Peter turned, "I'm off."

John grabbed Peter's arm, "Wait. One thing: there'll be a guide on the
other side. Follow it."

"Peter Pan follow?"

"You must if you are to find your true destiny."

Peter looked at him, and waited a long time. After thought, he said, "I
will." Peter was ready to dive upward to the sun like entity but then
he stopped, "Wait a sec, what about you?"

"Oh, I've already been dead a long time. I can come and go any time I
want." John grew proud, "I was even at your funeral."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh."

"Was it a good one?"

"Yup."

"Goodbye for now, John!" Peter kissed him again and left him red faced.
Peter shot upward at the sun at fantastic speeds.

On the other side, Peter ploughed threw the brightness and it wasn't what
he expected. He thought it would be the end of the ride. Instead, it was
quiet, calm, and very, very dark. In extreme blackness, Peter picked
himself up off the ground. "This is heaven?"

"No, you fool." He heard this voice in his head, rather than heard it
with his ears. "Your ears don't hear this voice. Ears which you need to
wash out."

"Wash out?"

"Your ears, they have numerous potatoes in them and not the kind I can
eat."

"But who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm yours, don't you remember. Maime Mannering gave me to you. You
remember her?"

"Oh yeah," Peter said, "The girl I wanted to marry. She had a brother
named Tony. He was nice."

"She left me for you."

"She left me for her mother."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know," Peter saw the goat come out of the blackness and it was white.
The goat was all white and it has a bell tied to it. On the bell sat a
tiny girl. "Oh, I know you, you're name is...you're name is...you're name
is..."

"Oh please! You sound like a bad Eminmen song!"

"Who's Eminmen?"

"Who am I, you silly ass!??"

"Tinkerbell!"

"You remembered my name!" Tinkerbell flew up so fast, Peter couldn't see
her. She landed on his nose and he crossed his eyes. "Hello, Peter, just
do what your goat says. It will lead you to Heaven where you will be with
me forever."

"Don't listen to her too much. When she's out of the heavenly gates like
this, once in awhile, she starts to get selfish again."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Selfish?"

"She doesn't want you to stay unless it is really your time to stay."

"In...? In heaven?"

"That's right," the goat sent to his mind.

"But over there, in heaven, she's even admitting to being Wendy's fairy."

"Oh my!" Peter said, "That is a change. I can't wait to get there. It'll
be nice to change I think."

"You silly asses."

"I think..." The goat said, "We had better get her back there at once.
Don't you?"

"Oh yes, before she tries to kill you." Peter smiled and shrugged.

Then in silence, Peter followed the goat with Tinkerbell on the goat's
ringing bell. He followed them through another bright light and thought
nothing of it when it nearly blinded him. This showed he wasn't really
thinking at all. On the other side, the goat and Tinkerbell stood behind
him somehow without even moving on their legs or wings as the case may
be. It was like walking on clouds, Peter noticed but beyond was a
multitude of people and beyond them was a giant open pearly gate and
beyond that...do you want me to stop? Well inside the gate were streets
of gold flanked by huge expanses of green lawns, gardens, flowers, white
buildings and giant oceans, rivers, beaches, and spirits all flying
about. It was lighted by everything. Everything was bright, sunny, and
Peter could feel the love. He was almost overwhelmed by it and he sighed
a very fairy sigh. Even though Peter wasn't a fairy, he sometimes thought
he was and sometimes he thought he was a bird. He wanted to fly into the
gates but something inside him stopped him. Two somethings in fact, one
was his love for that guy, Chase, whom he almost forgotten. Not quite.
The other will be revealed in short time. Over all there was this harp
music and a choir sounding out, low but steady, and it was all very
beautiful and tingle up the spine inspiring. Peter's chest felt very
grand but not due to his greatness but to the greatness before him.
Peter carefully laid down Excaliber.

"God."

"Yes, my son."

"You're my father?"

"In a great manner of speaking, yes."

He looked to Peter like an old man but alternately as Peter blinked he
looked like a younger man with a long robe and long hair, semi golden
hair, semi brown hair. With a beard and wearing sandals. "You are the
carpenter?"

"Yes, me and my human form and more. I am three and I am one."

"And I am honored and humbled."

Damn! How I wish I could have been there to hear that and see...

Peter bowed his head and got on both knees and put his hands together as
if to pray. "I'm not worthy of this honor, sir. You being the creator and
all..."

God put a hand on Peter's head and another on his shoulder. Peter's head
was bowed but being a boy, he couldn't help but peer up a bit to see what
God was doing. God was bending and God kissed the top of his feet.
"Peter, we here, all of us, love you."

Peter bowed, "I am such a bad boy sometimes. I have done some terrible
things, I do so like killing."

"Peter," God said and put his hands on Peter's underarms and lifted him
gently, "All humans but I have. Done terrible things. Man and women, all
of them. But one. It is why I, my Son, have taken your place in hades, so
you will not have to go there. There is much good in your heart, Peter
Pan."

Now standing fully, Peter felt his own heart, him now standing, "Right
now, it's not beating at all, though, sir."

God towered over him. "Yes, which brings me to your free will. If you
stay...."

"I can stay? Here?" Peter was so surprised by this it thrilled him.

"There are many here who wish to greet you to make your transition to
this world easier...as you can see..." God put his hands out to both
sides and there were many there who came to greet Peter. "But Peter Pan,
you have a decision to make..."

Peter didn't really want to make a decision. For he saw the Lost Boys
lined up: the long haired and slightly blond Nibs, the lanky and very
blond Slightly, chubby Tootles, the dark and pickle faced Curly who had
curly hair and a bright smile, and the original twins, whom he said,
"There are three of you now." They looked at each other confusedly.

Nibs said, "Hallo Peter!"

Peter took Nibs by putting his hands behind Nibs back and bringing him
close to him and Peter breathed on Nibs face and neck and kissed him as
he kissed John, "Hallo Nibs! I missed you!" He kissed Nibs again.
"Mmmmmm."

Slightly cleared his throat and Peter looked at him, "Oh dear, Peter's
looking at me slightly..."

Accusingly. He was looking at Slightly accusingly. But Peter smiled,
"And you Slightly, so loyal and yet so silly and...you know how I love
silly!"

"You more than slightly remembered our names!" Slightly said.

Peter kissed him deeply too. But he merely hugged Tootles who was next,
"Loyal Tootles, yet so innocent and humble and caring." He hugged
Tootles close to him. ^^I think I miss you most of all."

"I thought you always didn't like humble and innocent..."

"Oh no, for I am the most humble and innocent of all." Peter smiled and
patted Tootles on the head.

"You?" Tootles shrugged and smiled.

"Curly, stand forth, you who did this thing!??" Peter ordered, mocking
his old style, "Was it thee?"

"Aye, it was thee," Curly smiled and came forward. "Peter..." There
were tears in his eyes and his hair suddenly went all blond, like he was
an alternate universe Curly.

Peter poked Curly in his bare belly button and then patted Curly's head
and got behind him and gave him a quick massage. This surprised Curly. "I
love you, Curly."

"And the twins!" Peter saw the twins and a third one came to him. "Ahh,
but there were three of you back then too, weren't there!??" He hugged
them and picked them up under his arms and they rolled on the clouds for
a bit, laughing. Peter stood and looked, "But where is...where is...where
is...that little one...." A tall, handsome man with curly hair came to
him. He was much taller than Peter and he wore blue robes. Which changed
into a business suit and then the whole person changed into what seemed
like a little baby. In feetie light blue pajamas. "Michael!"

"Hallo Peter!" Michael came up to him and smiled. "Peter! You saved me
so many times!"

Peter picked him up into his arms, "What are you doing here?"

"Saving you for a change and helping you make a decision."

At the gates, behind God, were St Peter, St Michael, and St John. "I
thought they were going to do that?" The trio had appeared not long
after Peter played with the triplet twins and Peter just felt that these
three wanted to make him do something for the good.

"No, they want to tell you what to do but God won't hear of it. He says
that he knows what choice you will make but that it is yours to make."

Peter blinked, "I don't understand."

"Peter," Michael said, "Hell is a very bad place. Not many go there. Hook
is there and eventually if he thinks happy thoughts he can slowly move
out of it."

Peter, who all the time was listening to Michael, eyes locked, lost his
eyes to thought. He stared but did not see. "Hook," he whispered, "Thou
not altogether unheroic figure...I did not have utter contempt for thee,
I'm sorry it made you end up there."

"Peter?" Michael caught Peter's gaze again. "It's not a big party down
there like some rock stars and their fans will make you believe. Sinners
think they will have company. And we are all sinners. It's lonely in
hell. In fact, the pain is mostly from the fact that God's presence is
not there. There's not even a torturer to be with. Nothing. You're in
total darkness and can't feel a thing really except loneliness, coldness
at times and sometimes extreme heat. But there's nothing else and you can
hardly move. For all eternity. You have to be real evil to be at that
level."

"You tell a good story Michael or is that a God story," Peter joked and
laughed, "God story, get it?" Peter laughed.

"This isn't a joke Peter," Michael scolded. Peter's face lost its edge.
"Listen, Hitler is there. But if your heart is pure and good in even a
small way, you won't go there. You'll go to another level and work your
way up as you learn and it's really easy to do that...it's not like the
struggle the real world is."

"Why are you telling me this, aren't I to get in?" Peter felt tears
welling up.

"Why Peter, I do believe you are beginning to cry."

"I never cry!" He was scolding a Lost Boy or at least that was what
story his voice told.

"Peter..." Michael said, "Don't lie!"

"I think I will put you down now!"

"Peter, listen to me..."

"Where is your sister?" Peter's thoughts of crying lead to someone else
and his eyes welled up even more. "I thought at least..." He tried to
hide his feelings. He wanted her here, of course.

"Wendy?"

"Yeah that's her name." He tried to blink his tears away. "I think,"
he said, trying to be cold and uncaring whether she were here or not.

"We all thought it best that she not come. She is with her family now
Peter. She wanted to come but she, too, thought it best not to."

"Why?" Tears dropped.

"You have to go back."

"Go back?" Peter sniffled and wiped his hand, struggling to also hold
Michael, across his eyes.

"To Earth. To Neverland. To Chase."

Now, less moist, Peter smiled, "Of course I do. The question is....oh, I
see. You blokes thought that if Wendy came here, that I'd abandon Chase
and stay here."

"I did not think that," God said, "I know what you will do."

"Yeah, I mean yes," Peter smiled, "You alone it seems." Peter looked at
them all, "But I didn't think I had a choice, once I was dead, I thought,
well, that's it old, I mean young," his face faltered at that word, OLD,
and he continued, recovering greatly, "that that's it young boy, you're
here in heaven to stay. Well that once you're dead, you're dead."

"Normally, I do keep that to be. But my word is my word and I must allow
free will to rule. However, you were killed by...something that should
not have interfered in your role, your part to play. Your destiny was
altered by an unnatural act by an unnatural being. And that allows you to
go back."

"What was unnatural?"

"Something unnatural, that should have never been on Earth."

"That Seth character."

"Yes," Michael said. "You must stop him. If you do not, he will make
Neverland a living hell and I mean it---- literally. He wants to please
his father."

Peter stumbled over his words, "His...his...fa....FATHER????" He
coughed, "What a fool! Who cares what your father thinks about you!!!"
Peter raised his eyebrows and looked at God, "oh, oh, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean you."

God smiled at him. God walked over to him now and put a hand on his
forehead. "Peter, you have made a sacrifice." God told him as Peter put
Michael down. "For the first time, you gave your life for another."

"Well, I didn't have many chances to do that."

"You risked your life over and over again to save friends, including
almost everyone here. But you did it for other reasons besides
selflessness. Pride. Fun. Boredom relief. Your own needs were fulfilled
by your saving others. BUT THIS TIME, you allowed your life to be taken
to save Chase because of love for him, not for yourself. You gave up your
life for him and lost him at the same time, two sacrifices really. And
you made them."

Peter thought about this and put his hand to his chin, "Hmmm, you know,
you...you're right. I did." He smiled, but then wondered about all of
it, "Uhm, is that good?"

"Yes, Peter Pan."

"Then...oh but I do feel that I want to stay...." Peter looked and
among the crowd he saw Tony and Maime Mannering as well as Rufio, "He who
was killed by Hook...stabbed through the heart and the belly...I alone
have another chance, why not others? I should stay here as a comfort to
those I've already lost..."

Maime came forward, "I thought you loved Chase..."

"I do. I do. Dear sweet Maime."

"Then go back."

Peter's eyes welled up, "Chase can handle Seth."

"You think so?" Maime asked him. "As good as you can?"

Peter did not want to answer that. He was crying again. "But to leave all
this..." He swallowed, "I have to. I will. I love Chase." But they
could see as he moved to leave them, to go off, that he stopped and
hesitated.

"Peter," another voice said, "You must go back."

"I know. I just can't seem to leave this peaceful...."

"Listen to yourself. The great Peter Pan..."

Peter turned, "Who the heck do you think you..." Peter saw who it
was, "Oh. That's who."

"It's me, Oliver."

Oliver had been killed blocking arrows fired at Peter Pan.

"I know. You didn't have to remind me your name."

"Really? Didn't you tell Chase to forget me. That I'm fine where I am?"

"Aren't you?" Peter put hand to knife to defend Oliver.

"Yes." Oliver smiled. He was a lost boy killed by an arrow shot by an
archer in the Ancient Roman boy Lucius's arena. He blocked many arrows
shot by many archers but one found Oliver's body. He looked whole now but
he died saving Peter. "I died saving you. You died saving Chase. I'm
happy here, Peter. Happier than..."

"Than your time on Earth, then your time with me..."

"I need not compare. Nothing compares anymore." Oliver said, "But I can
see you think Chase would be better off without you..."

Peter turned and then turned back to him, admitting, "Seth or someone
else will only kill him if I'm around, this way...he can handle
it....they won't hurt him, Seth isn't allowed to." Peter looked at
Oliver.

"That's not true. Peter, Seth just didn't want the angels to find out
where he was. He wasn't allowed to kill a human being outright like
that...."

"And I'm not human, not fully...but he was allowed to kill me."

"Peter, stop thinking about yourself, for St Jude's sake!"

"Okay, you....! I'm listening." Peter curbed his anger.

"Look and learn...Chase can do a lot more now that you trained him
but..."

Oliver opened his hand and the clouds parted and showed the Earth,
Neverland. "Chase is blind in a way now, Chase needs to hear only you. We
have tried. He won't hear us. He'll hear you. You have to make contact,
right now. And I mean right now. Something is about to happen."

"I don't understand..."

"Then watch, just watch, Peter...just watch..."

In Neverland, Chase flew on Tantor and was putting out fires using the
water spurting from the trunk of the elephant, "All are warned...."

"All except Tyler's kingdom and his brother's," Sole, who was near by
and had a red, white and blue bandana wrapped around his long blond hair,
said. Sole was on Dumbo, "But we put out a lot of the fires."

"But there are more...I'll warn Tyler, you go warn his seven brothers. Or
were they nine? I always forget. They have to leave Neverland."

"They most likely won't."

"Then they will die! Tell them THAT!!!"

It was night now. Dark clouds filled the sky, smoking fires burning out,
some starting. "Each time we put one out, another seems to take its
place."

"But less and less so," Chase said and Peter was watching this from the
far away clouds.

Sole looked, "There's got to be another way."

"If so I don't know what that is. Now go."

"Okay, good luck, father!"

"Good luck, Sole." Chase flew and flew. "Okay, Tant, you go put out
more fires and then rest, you need it...and does the fairy boy."

The elephant trumpeted. Chase flew off the animal and the elephant moved
away. The fairy boy was on the elephant sleeping in his ear. Chase
smiled. Then Chase flew toward the castle fortress that was Tyler's. It
was night now. As he neared the fortress he saw its spires and turrets
and towers, mostly illuminated in a blue light of the moon and some red
as the fires glew. But the fires were not near enough to effect the
castle or even be seen.

"What? It changed!" Peter said, "Get it back!"

"No, watch."

Underground House: just outside: Seth was visited by a small tiny
monster. It was on his shoulder. He was going back down one of the many
Underground House tree holes. The tiny monster whispered, "If you kill
the deaf mute boy, eat his heart, that will make you fully human. You've
never tried to eat a heart before. Slay the other three and leave them
for me to eat and then kill the small deaf mute dumbie."

"Don't call him names and don't tell me what to do!" Seth swatted the
monster and it puffed away in smoke, "Be gone." Then he landed down and
saw the boys working away. He folded his arms behind his back and held
his own hands.

Heaving a pack of tools over one shoulder, Bailey asked, "Where have you
been?"

"Just trying to see what I could see about these fires. Can I help?"
Seth put his claws out behind his back. His eyes were going red as
Bailey turned around to gather up some more tools with one hand.

"No, I'm going to fly these out to the others, all but Chase and Sole are
back and have started the ark..."

"We have to work all night..." Barry added, slinging a pack over his
shoulder.

"Not really, you need your rest in peace...." Seth said, his wings
starting to sprout out his back.

Peter's eyes went wide as he watched from the clouds. "He...he's going
to kill them, and Jennie too...." Peter gasped, "Where the hel..."
Peter decided not to say that word here, so he corrected himself,
"...heck is Chase?"

In the blue moonlit night sky, Chase flew and he wasn't really too good
at landing on windows. Peter watched.

Watched me. Me, Chase. The window loomed and loomed. I was a plane coming
in for landing and my eyes were my viewports to the touch down. I put my
hands and feet out in the approximation of the window perimeter. I hit
clumsily on the window sill, the window open. It was in a high tower. The
window was completely open already, thank God. I almost fell off it and
back, which wouldn't have killed me, I would have just leaped out of the
fall, if I could. And I was sure I could. But I gripped the window with
bare hands and feet and clung. Then I pulled myself inward toward
but...someone was there. He was sleeping. I think I saw two other figures
there, guards standing at the door, their backs to the window. They
should be guarding the window. I'm not the only flying thing in
Neverland, the fools. Then I saw Tyler in bed. It was not far from the
window.

He was so cute. I never noticed him in this manner before. Out of all his
splendid blue robes and hat. I never saw him out of those. He was
sleeping on his side, his hands under his chin, his elbows down, the
bushy blue blanket between his arms and legs and curled up there. His
chest was moving up and down a bit. He had on a sleeveless tank top and
flimsy PJ leg-ins. A ruler? He looked so different out of his royal
clothes. I always hated kings and queens and shit like that. But he...I
did like Prince William and Harry though. They were hot. Anyway I sort of
loved the way he looked and his innocent youth struck me as nice. I
wondered how old he was. 14? 15? He had this bright look to his face,
even in the dark. I was so struck by his beauty and boyish innocence
that I didn't notice the guards coming at me. With drawn swords. And I
had no weapon.

Peter was watching, "Chase lookout!"

But I didn't hear him. Holding onto the top of the window, I kicked under
one guard and made him lose his sword and then kicked him in the face.
The other guard raised his sword high over his head so I kicked him in
the stomach and he fell too. I lost my balance and then Tyler was up and
at me, "HEYYYYY!" He head butted me in the stomach, and unable to stop
his motion, he plowed into me fully. We both fell forward and out the
window! Now grappling as we sailed down, the tower was behind us speeding
past us at an incredible rate. I grabbed his shoulders and fought with
him. He was very heavy and the tower was very high. He was much taller
than I. Even being much skinnier than Peter and I, he had enough height
to make our fall deadly. For which such weight, I could not stop us in
mid air. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled the tank top! It started to
come off as we fell and his bare belly was open to the world. I put my
hands under his arm, and felt...ekkk HAIR!

Peter screamed!

Anyway there wasn't much and that's not the point. I pulled and tried to
pull him up, to fly upward against the fall. Tyler yelled, "What are you
trying to do???"

"Save you!" I grunted as I shut my eyes and pulled up with all my might.
We were still falling and fast. I grunted. Tyler grunted and yelled. We
landed on the grass and my pulling saved our lives, for the fall was
slowed enough to make us just land hard and not so hard as to make us
die. It did, however, make me land, on top of Tyler, me on his hips, him
face up. I felt odd. My dick was hard. Wet. My face almost landed on his.
I felt his heavy breathing. His breathe came out and hit my face. It
smelled good.

Oliver watched behind Peter, "Peter, do it now!"

Indignant at seeing me on top another boy, Peter folded his arms, looked
away and then back at me and Tyler, "I don't know how."

"You do! Stop being a baby and do it!"

"I am a baby!"

"Do it and stop acting jealous!"

Peter fumed. He snorted air out his nose. "Chase, Chase, you listen to
me! Get back to the Underground House! Seth's going to kill the boys
there! Jennie! Jennie and Bailey and Bo and Barry!"

I looked up. I thought I heard a buzzing.

Tyler looked, "Get offa me!"

"I"m sorry. I was saving your life." I shushed him, "Sheesh! Shhh!
Shhh!"

"But just, why are you..."

I wanted to slap him, "Be quiet!" Tyler knew I meant it and stopped. He
listened to the strangeness of Neverland at night.

I listened. "Ho, who are thee?"

"IT'S ME PETER! PETER! GET BACK TO THE UNDERGROUND HOUSE NOW! HE'S GOING
TO TEAR THE HEARTS OUT OF THE BOYS THERE! AND THINK HOW I'LL FEEL IF HE
DOES THAT!!!!! GO NOW NOW NOW!"

Something was echoing through the air, near my ear. Buzzing it. I tilted
my head, "Peter? Peter, is that you?"

Lite brown hair, Tyler sobbed a bit, his breath taking it in, "Peter's
dead." He missed him too.

I jumped up, "Underground. House." I jumped into the air and flew but
stopped, hovered, and turned, "Oh yeah, Tyler, there's fires threatening
all of Neverland! You have to leave and I have to go now!" Behind me the
reddish, purple sky loomed. Clouds of black and licks of yellow from new
fires.

"I can't leave my kingdoms."

"You must--- for now anyway." I flew off, "If you don't you'll all
perish! I don't have time now to argue!"

Peter in the clouds, turned to Oliver, "He heard me, Oliver, he really
heard me!" He pranced around, so infectious was his joy that others
danced about too, "He really heard me!"

Oliver grabbed his hands and danced around in a circle with Peter. Then
they slowly stopped. "I believe it was enough to stop Seth. Chase and
Seth's own nature. Seth has reached a point where he doesn't care. He
needs you...needs you to...make another choice."

"Seth needs me?"

"Yes, Peter, he does. If not, he will turn Neverland into hell."

"Then there's no choice really."

"There's always a choice."

"I HAVE TO GO BACK."

Peter jumped through the clouds. Oliver called, "Wait, Peter! There's
more! You've got to know something is inside you!!!!"

God came and put a hand on Oliver's shoulder, "He has made his choice. He
will find out and know when the time is right."

Peter jumped and shut his eyes. He flew through bright colors of a
rainbow.

Two figures came out of the crowd to watch Peter's dive, and they joined
Oliver. They looked down. One was a beautiful woman and the other looked
like a cleaned up version of Captain Hook. The man was neat and macho.
"Our son."

The mother cried tears. "Our son."

Peter flew through the firmament that separates the worlds, plunging
through atmosphere and the colors whisked off his head and down his body
as he plunged through curtain after curtain.

"Boy! I'm back!" Peter flew through the tree hole that was always his.
And he landed in the Neverland underground house. Which was totally on
fire. Bodies were everywhere. "Chase?" Peter panicked.

"It's too late for us," Chase stood up from the body pile.

"You're...you're too late for us," Sole joined Chase and they both
seemed to be on fire but not on fire. The fire wasn't burning them. "WE
are in constant pain."

Peter swallowed. The fires were moving closer and closer to him. The roof
was an inferno. Fire flew out of the tree holes and shot up like yellow
tinged missiles into the Neverland forest, lighting it up, each hole a
torpedo tube of fiery hate. Peter looked at the others rising. Je'ne,
Rico, Rollin, Aoi, Landen, all of them. "Where's Jennie and the twins?"
The twins rose, all three of them, the redheaded ones. They had
terrible scars and open wounds on them. Barry's heart was visible through
his open chest. Bo's mouth was opening and closing as though he finally
wanted to vocalize something, say something. But he couldn't for his
throat was open and his windpipe, crushed, moved awkwardly within the
open gap. Bailey had his stomach open and intestines poured out. Yet they
moved at him. They were also on fire but not on fire. And worst of all,
Jennie rose, his head in his hands, his eyes cut out. Peter turned from
this and screamed!

"You are too late to stop me!" From the pile of bones on the floor, rose
yet another figure. Seth, with claws, horns, a tail, totally naked. Wings
spreading. "Welcome to Hell, Peter Pan! It used to be called Neverland!"
From his mouth, Seth spit fire out at Peter's face and body!


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