Peter Pan and Me

What had happened before Peter arrived was this:
A Viking was holding a torch. He had orders to torch the tree house that
held the children of the Valkeryies should anything go wrong.
On the tree vines and steps, Rollin landed, taking out his knife. He snuck
up behind this Viking and grabbed him around the mouth, having to fly a bit
off the landing step. As he did this, at the same time, he plunged his knife,
a bit sideways but sharply into the Viking's navel and kept it digging in
until he could feel the life sap out of the man. The Viking had been shirtless
and only wearing a loin cloth and Rollin had to pull the man's body closer to
his while killing him, while digging into his stomach hole so Rollin grew
very excited, sexually, by this.
I would have preferred just knocking the man out. I knew for a fact, Rollin
was not very cold blooded but this seemed to me to be way over the top for
him and indeed perhaps for any Lost Boy...but who knows? They did like blood and
stabbing and such. Rollin felt the man jump and shiver and cum. He held the
man close to his own body, his dick meeting the man's cheek crevice. It began
to get him even more excited. He waited until he was sure the man's spirit
was leaving to let go of the mouth and to start to lower him to the step. Once
the man was ebbing toward Valhalla, the man suffering some more as he died,
Rollin took the helmet and loin cloth off him. The man was lowered to the
steps and died, slowly.
Rollin noticed, almost too late, that the torch the man carried, had fallen
and began to spread a fire. He smiled. He undid his loin cloth and peed the
fire out! When he thought that would not be enough, he called for Landen to
help him!
Below Rollin and Landen, the zombies were being hacked to bits by the other
Lost Boys. "Stab em in the head," Aoi was whispering, "That's what does
em in. The head."
The boys had also slain five other guards there who were coming to join the
zombies and the one sole guard. They took their clothing, helmets, and bows
and arrows. They marched up the tree house steps, toward the roof where the
children and Scen where being held.
And as such the Lost Boys won the tree house. At the same time, Peter
arrived, having flown as fast as he could. The children and Scen would soon be
free...right?
Peter looked and turned to see seven flying Valkeryies, their arms chained
to the arms of their cargo, seven more Vikings. Fat brunette Bruna held one
and Helg held another. The Vikings each had arrows aimed at Peter.
"You will see that your children will die "You will see that your children
will die if you do not help us kill Peter Pan once and for all!" one Viking
said, aiming a bow and arrow at Peter.
Peter turned to see seven more Vikings on the roof, aiming arrows from bows ...
.at the children and Scen! And even though he laughed, Peter was very, very
worried this time, and it showed in his eyes...and the way his mouth uncurled
out of his laugh...
Bruna, holding a Viking who aimed at Peter, said, "We're sorry, Peter the
Pan! It's our children..."
"Don't worry, lady," Peter said, "I didn't expect a bunch of women to
rescue them anyway!" Peter's face had gone from solidified sternness to one of
hopeful joy. "I shall have to do that! If I haven't already, I forget, have
I?"
One of the "Vikings" on the rooftop, lifted his helmet, "Aye, ye have!"
It was Je'ne.
Rollin lifted his helmet and it turned askew on his eyebrows, he winked at
the Vikings and Valkeryies alike. The boys turned their arrows on the Vikings.
Peter nodded, "Ahhh, my Lost Boys have..." Peter pointed at the Vikings, "
Now, thanks for saving me the trouble of flying to your ship and slaying you
all while I rescue the big, ugly ladies, thanks for bringing them to me!"
One of the Vikings yelled, "Fire!" None did.
Peter threw his knife at the one who yelled and the knife sailed at the
chains on the wrists of his Valkeryie, Helg, and snapped the wrist chains off.
Helg looked at the Viking she held, "Get offa me!" She kicked him out of the
air and the children cheered.
Peter watched as the Viking fell to the ground with a thud. Then he raised
his eyebrows and his head, "The rest of you? Undo the chains or meet similar
fates..."
"Bring us to the ground," the Viking who was held by Bruna asked. "And
we shall do what you ask. We long to leave this place and return to our wives
..."
"Yuck!" Peter spat, "EWL. But okay." He pointed a knife he recovered
from the ground, "But if thee go back on thy word again, I shall skin ye alive
..."
One young Viking boy, blond, said, "I'm not going along with this! I'll
skin him!"
The lead Viking yelled at him, "Little whelp, you must know when enough is
enough and the battle is over...you will do as I say..."
"I will...kill..." This boy had a smaller girl behind him, carrying him.
He saw the older Viking's look. It was angry, so angry that he might slay him
right there, in the sky. "I will do as you say." The boy submitted when
he saw the other Vikings landing courtesy of the flying women. And he watched
as they took the chains off the women using keys.
Landen wondered what all the Yee's were about just then but held his
tongue. He didn't want to get smacked again.
Peter looked around, "Where's the one I want?" He landed on the roof and
watched as the Vikings freed the women, below. He knew Graham would not give
in so easily. He floated down casually to the women and their children.
The Vikings eyed him warily and left.
Peter bowed to the ladies. "Ladies, take thy children back to the place
Valhalla...and..." He saw something wrong in their faces... "But what is wrong?
Not enough blood shed for you? I feel the same way."
Tid looked at him, "It's my mother, Saca..."
"You be the bold one's son? What be thy name?"
"Tid."
"Tit!" Peter giggled. "I like that name..."
Tid grew redder than his face, "Tid with a Dee!"
"Well, Tit with a D," Peter said, "Where is she?"
Bruna looked sad, "She's the one Graham has. He must be around here
somewhere..."
"All of you take cover. Graham thought he'd lay a double trap for us and
not take part in my own undoing. How dare he leave my death to his lackeys. I'
ll show him." When no one moved, he yelled, "Take cover!!!! And I mean
now, get outta sight now!!! I have done the impossible, freed you and your
children, now do as I say!!!"
Women and children all moved out of sight. Peter stood at the top of the
steps. Rollin flew down to him, "Peter, this is stupid, we should just look for
..."
Peter gave him a nasty look and Rollin flew back up to the roof. Scen
whispered to him, "Rollin, what gives?"
"Peter wants us to act like Vikings and you as our hostage so that Graham
will think...I mean your dad..." Rollin went on. "Will think that he's getting
the goods on Peter..."
"I don't get it," Scen said.
Rollin looked at him, "I bet you do. You've grown up. Quite a good looking
man..."
Scen turned red in the face now. Rollin reached up to him and hugged him
around the shoulders and then kissed his chest. Scen gulped. "Rollin, I...I don't
think we're supposed to be kissin enemies...if dad's watching..."
Peter stood waiting, a knife behind his back. Soon he heard a voice. "Hoo
there, stranger, is it you shall rescue my child?"
Peter smiled. "Yes but which are you?"
"I am Peter Pan..."
"You are Peter Pan?"
"Yes, I have the voice like a female..."
Peter's face grew red with anger and then he lost his anger and smiled. "I
like this game. Are you grown?"
"Nei."
"Small?"
"Ja..."
"Between the legs?"
Graham tightened his mouth. "Nei!"
He had held Saca from behind, having moved to her back, and made her fly
around the tree house, so close to the bark, that no one saw them.
"Are you flying right now?"
"Ja..."
"Coming to me?"
"Ja..."
Peter took the knife from behind his back and held it close to his face,
vertically. "I'm so lucky...coming to me...will you soon be here?"
"Jaaaaa..."
"I have a present for you, Peter Pan...do you want it?"
"Ja..." Graham said, hovering just behind the part of the tree where Peter
was....he took out a long sword and raised his wooden sword arm...he started to
swing both...
"But first....!"
This made Graham stop his swing. Why, I never understood. Fair play? Not
that Graham cared about that.
"First?"
"Ja," Peter said, "I know you, Peter Pan, loved games. Let's play a game..."
Peter said this so deliciously that if I had been there---for I was
trekking through the jungle with weapons that weren't needed---I would have longed
and wanted to play. His tone was child like and infectious this time...he was
wide eyed and he nodded to himself and any audience. The little cock...he was so
sure he could kill Graham that he had his back to him! "Truth or dare! Like
the Madonna once played..."
"Madonna?" Graham asked, "Who's that?"
"Is that your first truth?"
"What?"
"My go. If you tell the truth, you will be known to me and my fairy friends.
If not, you lie and you don't get the gift. The gift of life..."
"Go ahead," Graham said, not without irritation and losing his feminine
boy voice.
"You once were a lover of whom?"
Graham gulped. "Must I tell the truth?"
"You must..." Peter shut his eyes and folded his arms and tucked his hands
into his chest.
"I was once a lover of thy sworn and now long dead enemy..."
Everyone wondered who he meant. Some thought it would be Kickai, others
pondered Seth---but as far as they knew Seth was still alive. In fact, Rober and
Scen had visited Seth and Juana when they were in the real world. The devil
itself?
"James Hook...captain of the Jolly Roger!"
All who heard gasped. Scen wanted to shout out but his voice was or is words
were stuck in his throat. "Father, you loved a man," was what he would
have said.
"So you hypocrite, you yourself loved a man but would not allow your own
sensitive and loving son to do so!" Peter turned as Graham swung both sword
arm and sword. And he turned upside-down in flight as well, blocking both with
one small knife!
Graham yelled. Peter's knife broke the bonds between Graham and Saca's
arms, the chains falling off. Saca grabbed Peter's hands and held them. Peter
yelled, "Saca! Your son is safe!"
Scen held Tid from the roof and they waved, "Hello, mother!"
"You're a mother?" Peter asked.
"Of course, you know that!" Saca said. Graham kicked her and she went
flying into a bush. He swung at Peter again and this time knocked him backward
as Peter met both swords with small knife. He ran at Peter and pushed his
whole body on the boy.
"I know you loved Captain Hook but you can't have me the same way," Peter
joked. Graham used his wooden elbow to knock Peter on the head and Peter fell
to the ground. Graham stepped over him and raised his sword arm and sword.
Just then a gigantic termite monster came out of the woods. It knocked down
a few trees. Everyone was startled by it. It began to eat the trees it
felled. "It...it's a termite," Landen gasped. "And it, and it, and it..."
"And it WHAT? Say it!!!" Aoi yelled, watching from a tree branch.
"And it's pregnant!" Landen yelled.
The babies all came out and scattered over a fallen log. Reaching for the
far end of the log, Peter took it and flung it up at Graham. "My arm, my arms,
they're all eating my arm!!!!"
"It can eat all Neverland!" Rollin gasped, "If it's not stopped..."
Peter watched as the termite babies ate up Graham's arm and hand and started
to march over his shoulders toward the other hand. Graham ran off, yelling.
Peter smiled, "I think that mother just wanted some cheap wood for her brood
..."
Everyone laughed, even Saca as she recovered from her bush. Peter laughed as
the Lost Boys cheered.
I came out of the woods, the weapons just behind me and I dropped them all. "
Have I missed anything?"
Graham looked around on the ground, "I have one last trick up my...my arm, it'
s gone!!!!" He went to a small tree and put his remaining hand inside, a
few termites climbing on it to eat and finish it off. He shook the termite
babies off and turned...holding a pistol. He ran at Peter, his one arm, the only
one that remained. And it was barely hanging on his body.
"I win again," Peter said, "Children safe, Valkeryies freed, Vikings gone,
termite monster fed..."
Saca flapped her wings and headed toward the roof of the tree house to see
Tid. It was just then she noticed movement. Graham moved up a dirt hill and
grabbed a vine with his mouth and swung that way. As he swung around he aimed
his pistol and at the same time, his mouth gave way from the vine on the tree
he was on.
I saw Graham swing behind Peter, "PETER LOOK OUT!"
Graham, not mindful of just killing Peter Pan, not just focused solely on
Pan, as Hook before had been...would settle for me. He aimed his pistol at me now
and fired. Peter went wide eyed; Saca flew between me and the bullet headed
for my brain. The bullet passed through her heart, felling her and killing
her instantly...and passed through her entire body. It came out. Her sacrifice
gave me the time I needed to duck to one side. The bullet whizzed past my ear
and hit a tree behind me. Splintering wood went everywhere and a few pieces
caught me on the side of my head and my cheek. I grabbed those spots and threw
myself to the ground and rolled.
Peter only saw Saca get bloodied, go down, then saw me grab my head and
fall. He thought I had been killed, too. He turned to Graham, who was already
running away. "YOU DON'T PLAY FAIR! VIKINGS DO NOT HAVE GUNS! IT'S PIRATES WHO
CAN CARRY GUNS BUT VIKINGS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TA! NOW YOU DIE! YOU KILLED
CHASE, I'LL KILL YOU!"
On the ground, I could barely hear a thing but I could make out a bit of
what Peter said. "Peter, Saca..." I crawled to her but could see that even my
healing was not going to be enough to save her.
"Mother!" Tid yelled as Scen held him.
Scen held him firmly and being more a teen on the side of manhood now, he
held him tightly. "Tid, you can't do anything for now but stay alive."
"Let me go to her!" Tid desperately tried to get free of Scen's grasp.
Tid did get free however and Tid came down from the rooftop, flying. Scen
was amazed, "Tid, you...you're flying..."
"His mother is a Valkeryie," Sole landed near Scen.
"...was a Valkeryie," Aoi frowned, "I think...I think she's dead."
"I'm sorry," I told Tid.
"Come back here so I can kill ya!" Peter's voice echoed throughout
Neverland. All of which shivered.
The sun was just coming up again. Graham was manic now. He flopped over the
giant arrow he had built to either kill the termite mother monster or to kill
Peter Pan. His arms were both off now and he was trying to fire it using his
chin to hit lever that would send it off. Graham laughed manically. "I will
do it. I will be the first to defeat Peter Pan!!!"
Tid came to stand near me. He bent down as I held his mother. I put her head
into his hands as he came down and put her head into his lap as he moved to
change spots with me. Scen was climbing down toward us. The Lost Boys came
out of hiding and gathered around.
"She...she's on her way back to Valhalla," I told them. "I know she is."
"What good is that?" Tid asked. Tearfully.
"She...she saved my life, Tid."
Tid shook his head, "What will I do now?"
"I don't know."
"NOW YOU MEET YOUR LOVER CAPTAIN HOOK IN HELL!" Everyone heard this.
"I have to go," I stood up. "I'll be back." I ran. "Peter!"
I ran right out into the path of the giant, flying arrow.