Peter Pan and Me

A bare footed figure swooped down, feet first, swung the giant arrow with
both feet, having caught it and zipped it around. Peter grabbed my body and
pulled me into the air, one arm, then the other, wrapped around me. I felt the
wave of emptiness in my belly and groin as I left the ground, carried by
Peter, holding me tightly and lovingly.
The giant arrow zoomed into Graham, smashed him into the ground, through it,
making a huge hole. Graham's trajectory didn't end there. His body came out
the other side of the ground, which ended at a...was that there before? Or did
Neverland change again? To suit Peter? Graham's body flew out the ground...
out the side of the cliff and arrow in his belly, out his back. The body kept
going, swerved down into the ocean below. Once there, mermaids began to take
revenge for the comrades that had been murdered by Graham. They tore apart
what was left of his body. Then a giant shark ate them all up.
One Viking boy was left. He was almost a man. And he was trying to prove
something to himself. He saw Peter land and crying. I ran to the cliff side to
see if I could find any sign of Graham. I noticed the huge shark shape just
beneath the water. The Viking boy ran up behind Peter and kneed him in the
stomach. He had a knife and he pushed at Peter. I turned. Peter was being pushed
toward the Cliffside and it was further away than the cliffside I was on. It
was a sort of backwards hill, or rather a hill downward. Peter was hurt,
more mentally than physically. The boy's knife grazed Peter's shoulder as
Peter struggled with him. It wasn't in him at that moment. All the fight was out
of Peter. I yelled, "PETER! I'm coming! Hold on, Peter!"
The fight was over. Peter knew it. This Viking boy didn't. He was older than
I was. Certainly older than Peter was. Maybe 17 or so. And he kneed Peter in
the gut again and shoved his knife at Peter's belly button. Peter turned one
way and the knife struck bare flesh. Then Peter's whole body vanished over
the side of the cliff. His feet stumbled over a few craggy rocks. But it was
almost as if Peter, for his crime of letting Saca get killed...wanted to go
over. The Viking boy raised his bloody knife, "Didcha see? I killed him! I
killed him! I slew Peter Pan!!! I did it! I am the one! I am the man who killed
Peter Pan! I slew Peter Pan! Give me accolades!!!!"
My face winced. I wanted to cry. I broke. But then I was fixed.
The boy/teen went on, "I killed Peter Pan!" he turned to brag to me, to
anyone. He said it over and over again.
My eyes must have turned red. I glazed over. I felt like Seth at his worst
or even Peter at most animalistic. "You killed Peter Pan!? You did it! And now
..." I had fists raised...and marched at the teen. "And now, I'm...gonna...kill...
you..." I said each word slowly and deliberately.
The boy looked toward the cliff Peter just fell off of. He looked back at me
and then at the cliff that he just realized was just behind him. The sun was
coming up over the ocean, the rays gleaming on shimmering waves. It shone
behind my victim, who looked at me, the night vanishing behind me, the dark
shadows still there but fading. One mighty darkness issued from it: ME! And it
was moving directly at him. He raised his knife, "I have a knife. I warn you.
I have a knife ..."
I didn't hesitate as I strode right at him, "A KNIFE! I'M GONNA KILL YOU
WITH MY BARE HANDS! YOU ARE GONNA DIE!"
Even with the knife up, the teen was clearly afraid. Something inhuman was
coming at him. Intent on slaying him. Now, I think I would have. I think all
of us have it in us, given the right circumstances. If someone tries to kill
our loved ones, or does kill our loved ones, for stupid reasons or not, we
react. I was going to tear this teen apart with my bare hands.
I knocked his arm with one punch. The knife flew out of his hand. He put his
fists up to punch but I jabbed in between them and smacked onto his chin. He
pushed him toward a bigger rock and his back was against it. I punched his
hard tight belly. He wore a fur loin cloth. He sported a slight Viking Helmet
and had long blond hair beneath it. He was rather good looking but at the
time, my rage saw none of that. Only the killer of Peter Pan. I had slept when
Seth slew Peter right behind my back...true, I was mesmerized by demonic
powers. This time I was fully awake. How could I have let this little no one...
unfair of me to say...this little boy...kill Peter right there before my eyes? How? I
backhanded the boy's face and his helmet flew off. He was crying. I didn't
care. "DIE!!!!!" I picked up a huge rock in both hands and made ready to
smash it down on the head of this killer.
>From behind, someone grabbed both my wrists. "Let me do it! Let me do it! He
killed Peter! When Peter was grieving for Saca and the fight was over and
Peter was crying and..." The person behind me, floated. He turned my wrists
toward him. He had floated up over the cliffside.
Blindly, I dropped the rock, but took the boy and pushed him over the side, "
DIE!!! DIE DIE DIE!"
"Chase!" Peter was the one behind me. He dove off the cliff and grabbed
the Viking boy around the waist and floated back up to me, a broad smile on his
face. "You'd commit murder for me, Chase?"
I fell to my knees. "You know I would."
"No, I didn't," Peter put the boy down.
The boy was broken. He was on his knees, just like me. He tried to say
something. "I...I'm sor..."
"The fight is over. Go now. To your ship," Peter said, "Or with the
flying women....either way...what is your name?"
"Garvic. I'm not really a man. I'm just a teen."
"Well, Garvic, just a man, you have your life today." Peter smiled, "Take
it or I shall..."
"Th...thank you..." Garvic moved off, unsure what to do or where to go.

That day they put Saca's body on a wooden raft made from the treehouse,
which the Lost Boys took apart. Peter had ordered them to. He didn't want any
reminders of it or of Graham. I had to comfort Peter all day, my arm around him.
I think he, as did I, felt guilty about Saca's death. Neither his plan nor
my own was any good. True, the kids were safe but it was risky from both ends.
Loss is a part of life, I reminded Peter. Peter cried in my arms. I fell
asleep in his.
With all of that behind us, the Lost Boys and the Valkeryie boys made fun of
each other's names. Even the Valkeryie girls got into it.
"Tit."
"Rollin. Rolling on what? Your rear?"
"Rir. You should have called yourself ass..."
"Orgna? What kind of a name is that? Sounds like ogasm?"
"What's that mean?"
"Never mind," Scen put an end to this game soon enough.
I hugged him. "You're a man."
"Not quite," Scen smiled, "Not quite."
Peter frowned, "Fool."
"Maybe so. But Rober awaits me. And as long as you or I have someone to love
us, Peter Pan, what does it matter if we grow old or stay young as you
forever?"
Peter's face cracked and he smiled. "I understand. I love Chase."
I melted. Again. When Scen left we met Rober and Elise, both of whom looked
so old to me. I felt like a baby compared to them. I myself thought of
myself as so grown up but they towered over me. They appeared so ...so...so OLD. I
shuddered. Why I was not sure. Was it because I was afraid to grow old like
they? Or afraid for them? Or of them? Or that I was missing out on something
that they had? I knew Peter ignored the entire thing. It nagged at me, somehow.
I didn't know what the future would bring. The Valkeryies were ready to
depart. "Tid, I shall carry you," Bruna said.
"No need, he can fly himself," Peter puffed his chest out.
"I have no need," Tid said, "I am staying here."
"What?" Peter asked.
"If you, brave one, shall have me?"
"But I got your mother killed."
"No, she would have wanted to die that way. Plus, you got us out of a
terrible situation that we were in and couldn't get out of any other way."
"You are a noble boy."
The bushes stirred. What now, I thought? I can't take much more action and
adventure and monsters just today.
>From the stirring bushes, Garvic came to us, "I too, wish to change ..."
"You'll go with them?" I asked. I didn't trust myself around him. I still
remembered seeing him push, stab and fight Peter off a cliff. I still wanted
to kill him for that.
"I want to stay with you." Garvic told me.
"NO!" I said, "Out of the question."
"He may stay," Peter said, "If he so wishes it."
"But what he did!"
"If he so wishes it he may stay. Besides, what did he do?"
"Peter! You don't remember him trying to kill you? And just about doing it!
Just about succeeding at slaying you?"
"Me? Him?"
"Uh huh..."
"Oh. No."
"OHHHHHHH!" I frustrated. "Look at him, anyway, he's too old. He's
almost, what, 18?"
Tingling...and I could feel it gather off Peter's body and ebb into my own...as
I began to tingle too....Peter turned Garvic around, "Close your eyes, my
son. Mother will forgive you and you will...." He spun Garvic around and
around. "You will forgive yourself too...." As he spun, Garvic became a little boy,
he looked about 6. "Young enough?"
"Yes, thank you." Garvic smiled and came over to me.
I had to admit, he was cute. And he was nothing like the teen that killed or
almost killed Peter. I hugged him and he put his head on my shoulder. Should
I really trust him? And what of Tid? Did he really forgive us for such a
mess of a rescue? Or were one of them or both of them together or separately
trying to gain our trust in order to kill us?
We'd have to find out. We gave our waves goodbye to the Valkeryies and the
other children. As they sailed into the soon setting sun, my thoughts turned
to other things.
I knew this life had to end sooner or later. All things do. I just didn't
know how long it would take. It could be tomorrow or five million thousand
years from now. The outside world had changed. The aging of Rober and Scen had
made me realize that. Bailey, too, must be a man by now or somewhere along
those lines, headed for that manhoodedness. Time will go on. And so will I and
Peter. But how and when it will end? It could be some grand adventure would
finish us both. Some valiant death in the face of our enemies. One enemy too
many. Saving the world, the universe, or just Neverland? Dying for our love? Or
some unknown, lesser, but more civil and smaller death? In bed? From the flu?

I knew in other universes, as seen in my dreams, that other Pans and other
Chase's go on to live in different ways. Some leave Neverland and grow old,
give the Lost Boys lives outside of the Neverneverland. Others never leave.
Some went on forever. And ever. Some died prematurely. Some died together, some
died separately. I didn't know which line our fates in our own universe would
take. I did know that I would make the most of our time together. Peter and
I would also cross that line and some day I would have sex with him, fully
and in every manner and every way imaginable. And he will enjoy it. And I know
I will, too. But it is my love for him, beyond just sex, that will go on
forever, no matter our futures, together or not, I just hope it is together.
Willingly, I would never leave his side and I know he would not willingly leave
mine, not now.
For now, we all look forward to some peace and quiet after our incredible
adventures of the past few years...all but one...
"Come on, Chase! Get out of bed Je'ne! Rollin, Aoi, Sole, Landen, Jennie,
Bo, Garvic, Tid! There's a rainbow monster on the other side of the
NeverMountains! And one touch from him, and it's certain death!!!!"
"Peter, don't you ever change..."

To be continued?