Peter Pan and Me

50-Legolas vs Peter Pan', 18364, 'PETER PAN AND ME 50

LEGOLAS VERSUS PETER PAN

In the dungeon, Tyler already had dreams and thoughts of homo phobia and
began to hate me and Scen. We didn't know. We just thought he was sad and
confused due to the fact that he cannot live his own life. Tyler began to
reject us both. And perhaps all those things together made him do what he
did. In a way I still feel sorry for him. He lived a lie and another lie
all at once. He probably hated himself more than me.

Peter. He uses his knife, his sword, and his flying. One guy falls and he
stabs through the guy into others under him. A guy passes by, asking to
be let go but Peter turns and knifes him in the guts. A spear guy comes
at the Pan but Pan cuts the spear off, takes the sharp point and stabs
the guy with his own spear, then takes out the knife again and stabs some
more guys. Turns up his feet into guys' chins and knocks them down,
stabbing as he lands, landing on guy's stomachs too.

Tyler laments ever having loved Scen and had stabbed him in the stomach.
He was also thinking, even before Scen was fallen and cold, that he would
also sneak up on me and stabs me. For I was the one who brought this to
Never land. I mean, wasn't I? Had gayness existed in Never land before
this? Either way, it didn't matter to me. But it mattered to the confused
homophobe, who knew Peter would probably kill him if Peter found out
Tyler stabbed and killed me in the back. Tyler steeled himself, even as
Scen suffered on the blade point, stomach punctured at navel. He would
kill me too. And if he could, face Peter's wrath and kill him too if he
could or die trying. Gay was just wrong and Tyler thought that Peter
should die too for allowing it in Never land. "They all have to die. It's
just the way it is. It's evil, the Bible says so!"

Arrow boys aiming. Their bows collapsed under them and above them at
various points in their line. Someone was cutting through them, almost
unseen. Arrows fell life to the floor, followed by the arrows of penises,
seeping what could have been future life seeds. Peter had both swords out
and arms out as well. He flew, yelling. He flew down steps, his swords
cutting men, boys, and teens in half at the belly, the hips, the chest,
and the neck. Where ever they were. It was gross but to Peter it was
life. More life than he had ever known. His full anger was wrought and
ringed. It is why sometimes he had no anger at all. It was all used up at
times like these. Bodies were falling all over. Pieces of bodies were
falling all over. Peter flew horizontally, headfirst, swords out to the
side and as he did this, he cut down almost all the remaining warriors.
There were still warriors moving into the cell door. Peter's target: the
door, the cell. Inside which...

Tyler had one arm draped around Scen's shoulder. His other arm was busy,
the arm attached to the hand, the hand wrapped warped around the hilt,
the hilt supporting the sharp blade that had the blade sliding into the
navel of Scen, the navel supported by Viking smooth, Viking hard abs.
Scen gasped in as he draped his arms both around Tyler's shoulders.
"Ty...lerLUR URGGHH!"

I was engaged by three, no, four, no, now five and then six warriors. Two
in front were thin shouldered boys. They looked like Long Island boys
trying to be surfers and succeeding brilliantly. They also succeeded in
being fine sword boys, attacking me with relish and knowing they were
going to win. The points came at my stomach. I jumped back. Behind those
two were bigger boys, teens, 12th graders possibly. Good looking, buff,
built, blue eyes on one, taller one. Shorter one stout with some belly
fat but not a lot. Rushing at me from around the younger ones. And behind
them were...who gives a fuck at this point, right? I'm going to die. And
I sound or sounded like Arthur Dent from HITCH HIKER'S GUIDE TO THE
GALAXY. Now there was an adventure I could have been part of. Death yeah.
Danger yes, separation anxiety definitely but there were few if any
swords for Arthur Dent and instead of being in denim shorts and little
else or thongs or bikini briefs like I was perpetually, Arthur had a nice
bed robe to keep him warm throughout numerous books, radio shows, TV
chapters, and sequels...and he never had to fight swordsmen, sword boys,
sword teens or been saved by Peter Pan, also perpetually. Actually dear
old Arthur, smarter than he and everyone else thought, and I had
something in common, no not smarts but the fact that we both said, at
many times throughout our adventures in time and space that phrase, "So
this is it, then, we're all going to die. I'm going to die, right now."

Of course, Arthur had Ford Prefect, someone who really didn't love him
and who often saved him just out of happenstance. At least I had Peter.
Certainly, at the time, I had no idea I could not rely on Tyler behind
me, for Tyler was stabbing Scen in the belly...and fatally. Scen was
feeling the thrust of Tyler's knife inside him. He looked at Tyler wide
eyed, hardly believing his eyes. He gulped. He shivered and he held
Tyler. He put his head on Tyler's shoulder but Tyler just shook it off.
"That's not right! No, no, no. I can't love you! They say it's wrong. The
bible..."

I kicked as I flew. My head almost hit the stone ceiling, and that would
have been gross. It was covered in some slime that occasionally dripped
down but worse, there were bugs up there. I really really really hate
spiders. Did I ever mention that? I mean I know they really help get rid
of other insects and probably save the world from being overrun by the
horrid things. But something primal inside me, maybe inside all human
beings from Earth, is a revulsion of spiders. It is probably some ancient
survival thing embedded inside us from prehistoric, pre Biblical times.
To save us from the eight legged things. Yeah, I hate spiders. I
managed to land on the shoulder of one boy, and as he stood near the
other boy, on the shoulder of that one at the same time. I knuckled into
their faces and they fell, me falling toward the more dangerous foursome
behind them, trying to push through them to me. One man stabbed one of
the falling warrior boys in the back and I saw the sword pop out the
boy's deep cavernous ravine between his well endowed chest. I didn't
really have time to react to that but I kinda felt like thinking at the
time...that's hot, sounding that two fools from THE SIMPLE LIFE. Girls.

For some reason that made me think of HOUSE OF WAX and two hunks from
GIRLMORE GIRLS, one of whom went on to be a star in ONE TREE HILL. The
next two guys looked like them. Chad Michael Murray and Dean from GILMORE
GIRLS. I didn't realize how much I hated girls sexually until this
moment. I mean they really are gross to me as physical things. I think
they are better in other ways: better listeners, better friends, more
peaceful and able to communicate better. But in the long run they are
selfish too. I couldn't imagine that if Peter was a girl, how unbearable
that would be. Anyway Chad and Dean came at me as I fell forward. "This
is it, Ty, Scen, I'm sorry. I failed. We're all going to die."

"No, no, no, don't kill me!" I heard as I closed my eyes. I fell to a
gentle hand. Someone touched my hand and moved me aside. Peter cut down
everyone outside the cell, moving aside their weapons, knives, swords
mostly, spears and just gutting them, emptying their belly contents,
jutting his swords into their guts. He lost one sword to the battle and
now had only one sword. The two men had been stabbed in the back. And one
lost his foot. "Peter!"

I jumped back as I watched Peter Pan knock Chad into the wall and stab
Dean in the belly button and run him through. Dean looked, fell, and died
rather fast. "That was too fast. Not fun at all." Peter ran to Chad,
elbowed him again and again as he flew with such force that Chad, even
though bigger and more buff, couldn't do a thing against him. Chad was
dazed and pleading for his life as Peter put an arm across the buff
bulging pecs.

"Please don't kill me! I give! I give! Uncle!"

"Uncle, huh? I hate uncles. They're so adult. Uncle this!" Peter stabbed
a knife he found on the floor into Chad's bare knotted bellybutton which
looked kinda like a flower ripening open...it was a sort of outtie ridge
deep set in an innie shallow pool. No matter, now it was gone and Peter
left the knife in the hot former teen star. Or whatever he was in this
strange fantasy land. Peter turned.

"Peter!" I was so happy. Peter turned to me and saw...

Scen fall from Tyler's grasp and a knife seered out of Scen's navel, held
by Tyler and Tyler shaking his head, "Right is right. Right is right. I
must!"

Scen's body flopped to the ground, the thuds echoing. The Viking boy was
kicking toward his death. Peter smiled but for a moment because he didn't
understand. Mostly.

Tyler came up behind me and plugged my back with the knife. I saw Tyler
in Peter's eyes reflected and this second or two gave me enough time to
move just enough to save my back from being totally severed by Tyler's
deep plunge. Instead I was wounded on the side of my spine and while it
hurt like hell and could be fatal, it was not immediately so. "NOOOOO!"
I heard Peter yell.

And he ignored Chad, who held the hilt in his belly, gasping, "Spare me,
no, no, don't kill me."

He was already dead but didn't know it. He slid down the wall near the
door gasping and huffing. It was kinda hot but I was on my knees now with
Tyler bending down to hold the knife in my back and I think he would have
made more of a mess of my spine if Peter didn't lunge in at him. "What
are you doing?" Peter quickly made Tyler move back, Tyler letting go of
the knife. Tyler picked up a fallen sword and moved at Peter.

"I had to, it's isn't right. You know it isn't right. You of all people!"

Peter held out the thin blade of a fencing foil now. "What! WHAT AREYOU
DOING?!!!"

"You met God, you should know more than anyone..."

"Don't! Don't invoke His name here and now! While you do the other's
evil..."

On the ground, on my knees, wincing, I gasped, "Peter no! Don't do it!"
I wanted to do it myself but the fact of God's name being mentioned and
that it didn't have any effect on stopping Peter's bloodlust down, scared
me. I wanted to kill Tyler for what he was doing and for his stupidity
and cowardness and prejudice and caving in to his stupid, unintelligent
religion...but I just couldn't do it, at least not now. I tried to stand
up but fell back to my knees and almost fell onto my back. I shook my
head in pain but more to tell Peter not to kill Tyler. "Peter, you can't
do that...ahhhh."

Peter held the sword right at Tyler's sword and quickly made moves that
made it fall from his grasp. He moved the sword point at Tyler's navel
and the taller, much taller I might add, boy moved back. "Peter no,"
Tyler cried and tears came down his eyes. "I don't...I don't want to
die...a virgin..."

"WHAT?" Peter yelled.

"Peter he doesn't count Scen and he as being..." I fell back and the
knfie went into my back deeper. I twisted so as not to damage myself any
more. I passed out. But forced myself awake to turn in anguish to see...

Peter moved his sword point into Tyler's navel and slid it in slowly.
"You will take a long time to die. It's gonna take you a long time to die
for this treachery. I don't understand how you could do this! But for it
you shall die a long hard slow death! NOW!" Peter slid the blade in and
Tyler's back arched and he put his head back to the stone wall behind
him. He had retreated to the far back wall of the dungeon. Tyler sucked
his belly in and the blade came out but Peter was relentless. It went
back in as Tyler sucked.

"Peter, no," I gasped.

I heard Tyler gasping. Huffing. Painful. Knowing he stabbed me in the
back...I also turned on the stone floor and saw...the dead staring eyes
of his former lover Scen. Knowing this was worse. I wanted Peter to slay
him dead now. "Peter no, don't! You can't!"

"God cannot save you now, turncoat!" Peter held the sword aloft in
Tyler's belly and he was not satisfied even with the sound of grinding
stone behind Tyler's bare back as sword met gravel behind Tyler. He held
it in. Tyler grabbed at the sides of the sword but mostly at his belly
around the area that was being poked. And tears came down Tyler's
cheeks, emitting from his eyes. He had been so wrong his whole life. He
never knew it and even as he died slowly, I don't believe he realized the
truth. I think all he cared about was his own selfish feelings and how he
had to protect his own psyche. I don't think he thought about Scen at all
in his last agonizing, stirring moments. He was aroused and as he enjoyed
his last orgasm, he also thought it was sinful and wrong. He knew he was
evil for such things and for homosexuality so he spurned it and as he saw
his brother and Elise come in...

Rober stepped over bodies and I guessed Elise was someplace behind him.
"Peter! Chase!" He turned to the cell door exit, "Queen, come in
quickly! We need to heal him!"

I wasn't sure if he meant me or he meant Tyler. I knew Peter would not
allow Tyler to be healed, raised, or to live.

Rober looked at Tyler, impaled by Peter's sword, Peter's hand on the
hilt, continuing to brace it in. Holding it proud and haughty. "My
brother, he...."

"He killed the Viking boy and he stabbed my Chase in the back!"

"Oh..." Rober said, "But he..."

Queen Maab flew to my back and the fairy boy was heaving the knife hilt
out, of course followed by the knife itself. I fell back and passed out
as Tyler heaved and huffed and gasped and tried to make excuses for his
treachery and his evil actions against us. He hated us to protect his own
mind, losing his own soul and his own life. I wondered what would happen
to his spirit after he passed. Peter didn't. Peter enjoyed putting an end
to Tyler. He enjoyed everything I should have about causing Tyler such
pain and such unendurable stabbing in his very guts...Peter was wide eyed
and gleeful, scary. He shoved his face into Tyler's and gave him a
lingering kiss of death, tongues and all. Tyler seemed to like it and his
back arched and his head tilted back, then forward as he hung it. His
back hung and hunched now. Peter let go of the kiss but kept the sword in
Tyler. The tall, smooth body of the boy shook and rattled the very cell
walls in one last effort for life. To cling to it so. And probably just
to prove to us that he was not gay, all the while justifying to us that
he was indeed gay. And not bi, not straight. Elise was crying, for she
knew this too but in the past she tried to ignore it, knew that Tyler had
faked kisses to her, faked his desire for her, for he had none. Elise was
sure she wanted to run off, get as far away from this murder as she
could.

Rober, too, had mixed emotions, "But he...he's my brother...I can...he
was so confused...but this is murder..."

But Elise said it best, "It's not murder. It's an execution."

The fairy boy and the Queen were hard at work on my wounds. I knew I
would survive now. Peter left the sword hilt and it didn't waver from
Tyler's belly. Peter came to me and put his hands on the wound, without
even looking at my face. A glow came about my back and my eyes sparked
with life, literally. The Queen working in tandem with Peter and my own
energy healed me enough so that I could stand. "No, do not stand," the
Queen said. I tried anyway so Rober caught my arm as I did.

I was seeing Peter killing Tyler. "Peter you slew Tyler! It's..."

"I had to do it, Chase...but he still lives." Peter returned to the
sword hilt and grabbing it, twisted it so as to finish the tall Mid
Western teen, "Die once and for all!" And Tyler was in the process of
doing just that, huffing. Peter pulled the sword out majestically and
Tyler's body seemed stuck to the wall. And perhaps it was. Gore on the
back had slicked him to the stone wall.

Elise was covering her mouth with her hands. "You....you can't...." She
had known Tyler for a long time, even loved him and yet she knew. She
knew that he was faking loving her...that way. Certainly they had been
friends, good friends but she knew that Tyler was conflicted about his
feelings for her and for...boys. She also thought she shouldn't be just
standing here while Peter Pan was stabbing Tyler in the stomach...killing
him slowly.

I faltered. Almost fell. Rober helped steady me but it was not enough and
I sank even with the boy holding my arms from the right side and behind.


"We need your help in finishing the healing, Elise," Rober said, as he
was helping heal me. All grasped hands while doing so. They had to lay me
down again. Near Scen's still form.

"But Peter is killing him!" Elise gasped.

And all the while killing Tyler, Peter had a face on that was mean and
scary and yet his eyebrows were lifted and then drooped as if to say to
Tyler that even this was not good enough for you for what you did. His
face had a pout and his lips were in an O as if he were saying, "OOOOOOO
you bad boy." Looking almost like Peter was trying to whistle. Or kiss or
something but it was more like he was scolding Tyler. The ultimate
scolding. Tyler's last breath was going to be very very sexy. That's so
gross, I know, but true. And I felt guilty liking that he would soon be
dead. But I did like it. I turned but my back still hurt even though the
healing was continuing. "Scen...aw...ow. Ahh crap, he's dead isn't he?"

Peter looked at Scen's stomach, "I'm afraid so..."

Rober turned Scen's face in his hand, "He...he's really quite pretty,
isn't he?"

"Wasn't he," Peter said coldly. It was a statement, not a question. For
to Peter, Scen was dead and worthy to soon be forgotten. Dead friends
were sources of misery and Peter had to forget them as quickly as they
died otherwise his life would be just too sad. It was why he almost
forgot Wendy when the Lost Boys thought Wendy was dead after Tink tricked
Toodles into shooting an arrow at her heart.

"I've seen him before, of course, but never looking so nice..." Rober's
voice trailed off. "I suppose we should bury him or something..."

"I'll burn down the whole castle," Peter said, cold again.

"NO!" I stood up and fell on top of Scen's body, which was now face up,
front up. He was tall and hard and his dick was hard in death too. "NO! I
won't allow it!"

"There's nothing..." Peter started but stopped as if he remembered
something. From long ago.

I put my hands on Scen's wound and pressed. Gosh, that's not right is it?
That can't be good? "I will heal him!"

"You'll need some help as you are just healing yourself," Maab said and
touched my back. Her hands felt warm to the touch, almost on fire. But in
a good way. Peter took my hand and raised his other hand up, his bloody
sword, dripping, luring lightning through the top of the Tower, crashing
down through the structure, covering dead warriors, for that was all that
was left. Edwardo, the Latin brother of Tyler, was covered by debris and
killed. But the falling structure didn't touch any of us, bar some slight
dust and mini stones and Peter and I both knew the larger more dangerous
stuff wouldn't come near any of us. We'd healed before. This time, Rober
held Scen's chin and kissed his thick lips, pressing to Scen. Tyler saw
this. One goes, one comes, three cum.

Soon enough, Tyler huffing his very last gasp --a long prolonged
one---slid down to the ground and sat in a very gay looking way...hands
limply hanging over wrists, a gay look if ever I saw one. Legs crossed in
a death lock. And his dick cumming even after his lungs stopped, his
heart pumped a final spurt. His dick shot clumps of life cum and ropes of
thick vanilla goodness. It was further to my joy that before he died,
Tyler realized Rober and Scen were falling in love...love at first touch.
I know, I'm sick. And it's my own special sickness. But it somehow seemed
just. Justice that Tyler saw that Scen and Rober would have something,
for as Scen's eyes awoke and his lips breathed again, into Rober's mouth,
gayness in Never land was here to stay and among his own blood. "Heal
me," were Tyler's last words, fitting that they would be about himself. I
wanted to try but knew it would be useless. I had no strength left and
Peter outright refused to try himself. He would not have Tyler back. I
knew Tyler's spirit would probably learn along the way to the afterlife
or maybe while there, that he was so wrong...and frankly, maybe I didn't
want to raise him. I needed to rest.

A path was being cleared for us through the rubble. I was sure it was the
Lost Boys but they weren't doing this. It was something magical. Not that
it felt magical. It felt...I don't know...cold. Distant. Aloof. Rubble
moved aside and we had a path to find our way out. As we made a way to
the largest hole in the castle wall, we saw a figure silowhetted as the
sun was coming up. There in the first shadowy light of morning was a
white cloaked figure. It said, "I could feel him die."

I half limped, half was carried. Peter didn't help me, the cad. I think
he was still too happy in his blood lusting. Probably still in it. "God,
I don't think I can take much more."

Landing behind the figure, infront of the moat, were Lost Boys, I
couldn't see how many. It didn't look like all of them and I somehow
knew, probably via Jennie's telepathic powers, that two of them were
dead. I didn't wish to know which two. I sank inside and out. Rober and
Scen were holding me up. And at this point, Peter was barely clothed. His
shoulder holster having been ripped off in the battle above, most of his
leaves fallen out. And a huge bulge in the half remaining crotch
covering. Which was somehow...who am I fooling...which was wet with joy.



"He's dead." Aoi said. He meant Pa're.

"He's dead." Bailey said. He meant Barry.

"He's dead." Legolas said. He meant Tyler.

The Lost Boys were sad and could not fly. Dumbo and Tantor were putting
out the moat fires. There were bodies everywhere and those who survived,
fled a long while ago. "I'm going to kill you." Legolas threw off his
white cloak. Beneath he wore his usual green affair. Almost knee high
brown boots, green coveralls which went from top to bottom, looking like
a skirt. Brown sleeves, green upper arm coverings, the long flowing white
hair, the serious look on his face and the dark brown eyes. He put an
arrow in his bow but Peter rushed him and knocked the arrow to the ground
with his sword. Legolas took out a knife but Peter flipped, head as
pivot, body over Legolas's head, to land on the other side. There, he
relieved Legolas of the arrow holder on his back, the circular holster
falling into the smoking moat. Legolas looked at it but wasted no time,
taking out two long knives and throwing them. Peter ducked and knives
nearly hit me but I moved aside. Turning quickly, Legolas slipped out
two more knives from his boots this time. He slashed at Peter and Peter
moved backward but a long bloody slash was from his shoulder to left pec,
dragging across his nipple. "PETER!"

"Not to worry! NOT A PROBLEM!" Peter looked at his wound and drew power
from it. Legolas kicked Peter in the crotch and as Peter buckled over,
raised both knives over Peter's back.

"PETER BE CAREFUL, HE'S GOOD!" I ran, pulling free from Rober and Scen's
grasp. I head butted into Legolas's back. Legolas turned with his knives
and as he did make a move to gut me as I fell, weary from before, another
Lost Boy rushed Legolas.

Rico yelled, "NO! CHASE! WE CAN'T LOSE YOU!" He rushed Legolas with a
spear and as Legolas dashed to one side, he made a doubled handed fist
WITH THE KNIVES into Rico's stomach. Rico was fully stabbed in his guts
and tossed aside quickly. "OH!" The other Lost Boys screamed and yelled
in fear and horror for their friend and face it, for themselves, for they
knew now they were vulnerable. That they could die. That Peter couldn't
save them all. Three. Three in one night.

Peter, angry in the face, red in the cheeks (boyishness or anger or
what?)....Peter was up again. "You! You are not even a man! Not even able
to stay young!" He screamed too. Now, I was not sure it was for Rico's
stabbing that Peter was so angry or just the fact that Peter was upset
that the others all saw that he could not protect even his own Lost
Boys... and he needed to save face...by killing Legolas.

Legolas looked as I drabbed up Rico in my arms. He smiled. "My people can
live a very long time."

Peter moved closer, now with one sword, "But you still grow old. Old.
Old."

"I've slain armies of warriors!"

"I've slain armies of those too plus men, plus monsters, plus pirates,
Vikings, gladiators, Roman soldiers, do you even know what those are, you
ignoramus..."

"Peter's learned a new word," Je'ne shrugged. He moved at the fight.

"NO!" I yelled, seeing this from cradling Rico's head. Rico's eyes closed
and while I could feel the life still in him, I knew it would not be
long.

Legolas put his teeth together and no longer smiled. I was trying to heal
Rico but couldn't. I was too tired. The fairy boy and the Queen flew
close to him and tried as well. They had no luck either. Rico was
puffing, "That hurt more than I thought it would. I guess it...it be what
Barry and Pa're felt when..."

"What has happened?" I asked him.

Rico opened his eyes again. "I know. I join them," Rico said, "I join
them. Couldn't lose you, Chase, not you. Not to him..."

I wasn't sure if he meant Legolas or Peter. And I didn't care. I cried.

As they swirled around each other, dangerous adversaries, Legolas's long
hair whipped Peter in the face around his head and into his eyes. This
made Legolas move in and as they turned around each other, he jabbed a
sword down into Peter's calf. It hardly stopped Peter as it came out
quickly, Legolas hoping to gut Peter from there.

And as they met with the clang of steel, Peter said, "AND...armies of
demons, trolls, fairy monsters, giant snakes, have I slain, and most
favorite of all to slay, smooth skinned, elves, all of who's are
cowardly..."

Legolas moved at Peter, pressing him, pressing into his body and Peter
pressed back but then loosened, making Legolas slip into him some more.
They fought closer to the Lost Boys and then to me and the dying Rico.
Rico took out his knife, "You haven't one. Take it...protect yourself..."

I had tears in my eyes, "No, you will use it again. I can't lose you too.
Not you. Not you who saved me. Three in one night." I reached for the
knife but as Rico shook, I made more of a move to hold him. He was
shaking out his life. His very life fluid. The knives had gone in deep
and out his back and the removal of them by the elf, caused more damage,
guts, gore. The knife was discarded in the sand.

Peter's main effort was now to keep Legolas away from me and
Rico...Rico's body. "You are just an elf!" Peter sprang up and double
kicked Legolas, turning at the last moment from head to feet, and Legolas
tried to swipe the ankles but missed. Peter was horizontal and spinning
and kicked off Legolas and spun back to kick him into a burned tree.
Legolas buckled into it and Peter landed fast. He twirled his sword.
"Elf, Pie Maker, arrow shooter, the most cowardly of weapons, I prefer
face to face...contact!" Peter shoved his sword but Legolas moved aside,
getting the bloody tip into his shoulder. "Join your fairy blood with the
blood of your friend Tyler!"

"He was more than just my friend!" Legolas winced in pain, his shoulder
stabbed to the tree. "I can still defeat you! You know where I come
from!"

"Where have you gone though? Have you been to hell? To heaven? To Oz?
Fantasia? To the very other side of death itself, you foolish little
being!" Peter laughed and pulled a knife from Legolas's own belt and
made to move it at Legolas but the elf surprised Peter. Legolas grabbed
Peter's wrist and pulled another knife from under his shoulder holster.
He shoved it in Peter's side! And removed it and shoved it into Peter's
navel from an angle. Peter whelped like a stuck dog. I shivered with that
sound and knew Peter had had it! And this time there would be no healing
from it. No life resurrection. Peter shut his eyes and grabbed at his own
belly with one hand but without dropping his sword or his knife.
Legolas was tearing his shoulder from the tree, making the wound worse.
He got free and kicked Peter's knees. Peter buckled and fell back but the
elf followed, pressing knife into Peter's gut! Peter put his face into
Legolas. "It's finished!" Legolas yelled.

"You're finished!" Peter elbowed him in the face using the arm that held
the knife that attacked Legolas. And as Legolas's face was hit and Peter
used his other elbow to strike at Legolas's chest, Peter slashed the
knife across Legolas's belly, opening the heavy clothing to reveal a
tight set of abs. Peter flung back and up a bit, looked at his own
stomach with the knife in it and pulled it out, yelling and screaming in
pain and pleasure and machoness. Peter flung the knife and it hit Legolas
in the leg. "Now LEGOLAMB! YOU SHALL DIE LIKE YOUR HUMAN LOVER TYLER!"

Scen looked, wide eyed, "Peter!"

"Not a man, not a boy, not anything!" Peter picked up Rico's knife from
the ground and stuffed it into Legolas's stomach. He then recovered his
fallen sword and shoved that in too. Two points, one entrance. "Right in
the navel! DIE!!!" Peter let go and found a flaming spear, touched
point to point by a fallen torch and rammed that into the elf too.
Legolas's face showed shock, pain, surprise, not in that order. "I'M THE
BEST, NOT YOU! I'M THE ONE EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH!!!! SEE HOW TO FIGHT!!!"

Peter beheaded Legolas. The elf fell. His hands, swishy sounded from the
belly, loosened from the gore that was there. Peter turned, "How...how
is he?"

"Rico's dead, Peter. Rico. Barry. Pa're. All dead...and it's because of
you."


TO BE CONTINUED...


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Bailey, Rollin, Rico, Pare, Aoi, Bo, Je'ne, Sole, Chase, Tyler, Scen,
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