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In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 – Predator and prey

The cold water from the waterfalls was riddance for Wendy. She didn’t now how long she stood under the cool streams, her eyes closed, her hands braced against the rough high rocks behind the cascades and let the water dispel the heat from her body, where she still fancied HIS touches. But it was not enough to wash his tracks away, there were marks on her utterly being left – marks, which burned and let her shiver. Tears of shame swam in her eyes as she thought back of her behaviour. All right, she hadn’t had any chance to stop him. He was a well-trained, strong man and she only a young girl, who couldn’t oppose him, but she should had lay stiff and showed him her deepest contempt. And what had she done? She had submitted to him, had even enjoyed what he did to her and – God helped her – let him see it. But it had felt too good. Even now she trembled by the thought of his lips on hers and his hand on her most sensitive parts.
“How long you are going to stay under these waters?” The bright voice was direct beside her ear and Wendy shrieked in surprise.
“Peter! Don’t do this ever again or will have a heart-attack!” she gasped and folded her arms before her breasts. “And haven’t I told you to stay where you were – right over there, turned around?” She nodded to the shore with a look full of reproach, showing him her back.
The boy grinned. “I am bored. You are bathing now for…” He looked up to the full moon. “For an eternity!” he finished and Wendy rolled her eyes.
“When you saying this, then it means five minutes!”
Peter laughed and stuck his tongue out to her, his eyes sparkling. “Come to the shore or you will get a fish-tail!” With that he jumped into the lake and swam to the shore – in full clothes, what meant in his case a half long trouser made from leaves, which looped around his waists up to his left shoulder. A liana was his belt; holding his panpipe and a second one he wore over his right shoulder, secure his sharp knife to his left waist. Another thin strand wound around his left upper arm and if you would ask him, why he wore it, he would only shrugged with his shoulders, because he had already forgotten.
Wendy looked after him, sighed and jumped in the waters as well. The soft waves of the lake were like a gentle stroking over her skin – like his touches. With a scream of frustration she dived and got only back to the surface as her lungs nearly burned for air.
Peter hovering over her in the air, his tanned face worried. “Wendy? Are you all right? You scarred me!” he said with an unsteady voice and the girl simply nodded. She couldn’t tell him what bothered her so much. He didn’t know anything of what could happen between a man and a woman.
‘There is so much more’ echoed her voice from the past in her ears. A past, which seemed to be so long ago.
‘What? What is there more?’ The angry and desperate question of an innocent boy and her answer had been so unknowing as well:
‘I don’t know that. I think you will learn it when you grow-up.’
Her gaze lay on her beloved friend of her childhood that threatened to be stolen by the greatest enemy of the eternal boy. Peters features hadn’t changed a bit, still so young, still so airily, but for the first time she could feel the difference between them – not only these of a boy and a girl, but these of a child and a nearly grown-up, especially their different knowledge.
His warm fingers touched hesitantly her cheek. “Wendy?”
She collected herself and gave him one of her special smiles. “Everything is alright”, she lied. “I am only mad at Hook. This damned bastard!”
A bright grin was on Peters face. “Aye! That he is. And he will pay for your kid-napping. I promise.”
Wendy swam to the shore and frowned. She knew Peters very well. What ever he was going to do, it would outrage the pirate-captain and would inflame his hate even more, but that was all. She wasn’t a girl, who liked to take revenge on someone, but she felt a great desire to let Hook suffer for what he had done to her.
“All right”, she said and pulled herself out of the lake. “That is good and…” She looked up, blushing fiercely as she recognized that the boy still looked at her – with uncharacteristic big eyes – and that the rest of her nightgown laid on the soft grass several steps away.
“Peter Pan!” she cried. “How dare you to look! Turn around this instant or…”
Peter erupted in guffawed laughter and bolted to the sky with a loud, cheerful yelp.
“Bloody males!” Wendy murmured. “One like the other!” The evening wind danced over her wet body and let her shiver. She picked up the still lightly damp nightgown and looked it up and down. “And thanks to you, Hook, I have to sew the half night before I could dare to go among peoples.” She stomped back to the shore and started to wash the silky gown in the lake. It reeked of her sweat, remembered her once again of his erotic attack, send shiver through her belly and over her spine. “I hate you, you blasted pirate!” she hissed and dipped the silk deep in the cool water. “I hate you!”

“Damn this blasted girl!” Hook threw the goblet at the wall and rubbed his face. The cold bath hadn’t helped very much and the bottle of rum was half empty, but without the hoped result. Her scent still lingered in his senses and his length had restarted to harden in the moment he laid eyes on the empty bed with its rumpled blankets. With a groan at sat down in his favourite chair, closing his eyes.
If this infernal boy only had come a little bit later or in the morning… If he had kept an eye on her or had chained her to the bed, before he went for the door… If he had returned sooner or hadn’t left the bed at all…
If! There were too much of them and they all led to one and the same outcome: She was gone, fled with her beloved Peter to the safety of their hide-out and he was left alone with his burning desire.
Alone – but not old or done-for, as she had called once. Her reactions to him only an hour ago told otherwise: the squirming and screaming of her, lost in ecstasy, her face showing the bliss he gave her, her clamping down around his two fingers, the nectar of her body…
God, he had to stop these thoughts or he would go mad until tomorrow. And tomorrow would be an important day. He would searched for her, would use all his senses of a hunter to find her and then he would bring her to a place from where was no escape, nor a chance for the damned boy to disturb. There he would take her over and over again, until they both were unable to walk for the next hours. And when he had got her out of his systems he would kill her – despising the bait.
He strode to his bed and fell onto it, buried his face in the sweet scent her body had left on the blanked and closed his eyes. “You will pay for this, minx. You will suffer for leaving me in this state!”

The following day started with questions over questions from the boys and Wendy’s two brothers about her captivity on board the Jolly Roger. Especially John was afraid the hated pirate-captain had hurt his sister and a part of him didn’t believe her. He knew her too well. She seemed absent when ever she wasn’t involve in a talk or in an activity, her face was pale and she had a haunted look in her eyes. And every time someone addressed her then, she appeared to be alarmed and blushed. No, there was something wrong with her. That was for sure!
Wendy looked around in the clearances into the deep woods. Here, inside the island away from the sea, they reminded her more at the forests in England. There were firs, oaks, beeches and birches; dense bushes and the flowers and herbs at the floor were similar to them of Wales, where the Darlings had spent their summer resort last year. Near the beaches the woods changed. Pines and palm replaced firs and oaks and the bushes turned into fern. Wendy didn’t know what she liked more – the tropical parts or the more familiar ones.
Today everything seemed changed. The air, the sun, the smell of the flowers, even the feeling of the grass beneath her bare feed. She watched the boys as they played a kind of hide and seek. Peter had invited her several times to play along, but she had said no. She wasn’t in the mood for it. After the third time the boy had only shrugged and joined his friends.
Wendy sighed and leant back at the warm tree trunk behind her, closed her eyes and tried to find quietude in the mild warm air, the soft wind and the peace of her surroundings. She listened to the chirping of the birds, the summing of some bees and the laughter of her friends. She heard Michael protesting against Nibs, who found him before Slightly had counted until twenty; Peter interrupted and settle the dispute by given Michael a second chance.
The girl didn’t even notice that she had dozen off. She was tired, because she hadn’t got much sleep the last night. At first she had sewed her nightgown for more than an hour, had told Peter a story in a hushed voice – because the other boys had fallen asleep as she and Peter finally had reached the hide-out – and then, after she gone to bed, she couldn’t found any sleep soon. Her nerves had still vibrated and every time sleep had overtaken her she had seen HIM again, had felt his touch, his kisses. She had bolted wide-awake each time and as morning had come she had been exhausted.
Suddenly the boys started to shout and she felt a tugging at her air, what woke her up in an instant. Tinker Bell hovered over her and pointed urging to something behind her in the forests. And then she understood the words of her friends: pirates.
Wendy jumped up; her heart beat like mad in her chest. No! Not again! Her gaze found Peter’s and then John’s, who seemed to be in a dither, gesturing to her. The other boys rallied around their leader, who jogged to Wendy.
“Go to our hide-out. Quick!” he ordered and the girl looked at him hesitantly.
“I should not let you alone and…”
“Hook must be more than angry that you escaped him”, he hastily disturbed, “and I won’t take the risk that you get harmed by him. Fly! We will distract him and his men!” He waved at Tink and the little fairy obeyed, but not without rolling her eyes and to say something in her bell-language. She flittered above Wendy and let some of the golden fairy dust raining down at the girl.
Wendy could only stare. Flying? Having happy thoughts now? How, when she felt near panic? She didn’t want to see Hook. She would not able to be under his gaze without thinking of what had happened. She could not…
“Wendy!” It was John, recognizing the state his sister was in. “For God’s sake, run if you couldn’t fly in the moment!”
“They must be near! Splitting, you dogs!” The dark voice came through the trees.
The life returned into Wendy and with a silent scream she ran, passing her brothers and friends, crossing the clearance in the opposite side from where she had heard HIS voice and disappeared in the coppices of the forest.

The warmth of the afternoon sun was more tepid under the green roof of Neverland’s woods and normally Hook enjoyed the shadows of the forests. But today he allowed himself not to be distracted by anything than his search for the girl. His senses stretched out for a sign of her, no footprint in the grass evaded his gazes, every scrap woke his attention and every fly-up of birds alarmed him. He would find her, there was no doubt. He thought he could feel her presence in every flower of the island and he let this feeling linger in him. It heightened his senses, let him found a direction with the instinct of a predator. The air was heavy with the sweets of the plants, reminding him of her, tormented his steps. His arousal hadn’t much subsided, still flowing through his veins. The night had been hell. He had not found any sleep, his eternal being burning from the unfulfilled desire. He had swum in the morning in the cooled down sea, collecting himself enough to appeared calm as he ordered his men to make the longboats ready, leaded them in the inner part of the island and began his search. Official he let his men seeking for Pan, but with another hidden motive: wherever the boy was, would be she as well.
And finally he heard something for what he had longed: the cheering shouts and voices of children, above them all that of Pan. They were in the northwest clearance, nearly the beginning cliffs on the opposite side of Pirate’s Cove. He gave his men a signal to be silent and fallowed the laughter before him. She would be there. She must be there! He didn’t care for anything else. Even Pan didn’t count in this moment; he would get the boy another time.
Suddenly a golden glimmer caught his eyes and he saw Tinker Bell above him. The little fairy starred at him in shock and then rushed away with a tempo you thought impossible for such a small creature. Hook cursed under his breath.
“Hurry now! She will warn them!” he ordered and the cries of the children only moments later proved him that the fairy had given her message. Without any longer caution he sprinted forward, barked to his companions to split of and reached the clearance at first.
Pan and a brown-haired boy with spectacles whirled around, but his attention laid on the slender, white silk-clad figure with a walnut-brown mane, which raced through the clearance and disappeared between the bushes. In the same moment the most of his men stormed out in the clearance, trying to overpower the enraged boys.
Peter pulled out his knife and flew with a cry of war between them, saving one of the twins.
Hook turned to Smee, who was still at his side, and gave him his hat.
“Stave them off, especially Pan. Busied him as long as possible and don’t wait for me. Come tomorrow to pick me up.”
The boatswain blinked in surprise. “What’s your plan, Cap’n? Where should we pick you up?”
“At the Black Castle”, was the short answer, then Hook ran between the lower bushes around the clearance as fast as he could, reached the point where the girl had broken through the chaparrals and fallowed the broken branches and the footprints. With mighty dives he stormed through the wood, searching the area for Wendy. Her competitive wasn’t big and his legs were longer, carried him quicker than hers. The thrill of hunt pulsed in his body, mingled with his lust for his prey. He pushed branches away, jumped over roots and stones, ignored fleeing animals in his way. And then he saw her. More than fifty metres parted them, her nightgown and her hair fluttered behind her. He speeded up, full fixed on his target. ‘This is exactly the right direction, my dear!’ the thought flashed through his mind. ‘Away from your friends and towards my domain!’

Wendy ran. She ran faster as ever before in her whole life. She didn’t felt the grass anymore or the branches that ripped at her gown. He was behind her. She could sense him and knew that he was after her. This hadn’t anything to do with his whish for revenge on Peter or the Lost Boys. In the moment she had heard his voice it had been clear, that he had come for her. She had tricked him again yesterday, had dare to escape from his ship and his very grasp. If he would cope her he would take vengeance and she doubted that this time it would so be gentle or pleasurable as yesterday.
She cast a gaze over her shoulder and let out a yelp as she saw the dark-red and golden coat between the trees, more nearly she thought him to be. She quickened her steps, looked frantically around her. The region had changed, the forest seemed to be darker and more stones laid in the way. She heard brawling, that of water, and recognized fearful that it came from the sea. But the hide-out was nowhere near the sea. She had lost her way and God alone knew where she would end.
For a moment she stopped, trying to catch her breath and looked around her. No, she didn’t know this part of Neverland. She had never been here before and…
And his footsteps grew louder. She whirled in his direction and now she saw him clearly. He ran with frightening speed, his face was grim and even over the distance she could see the fire in his eyes.
With a scream she started to run again, this time headless. It didn’t count if she knew where she was but if he caught her. She raced forward, tripped, fell, jumped up and ran again. Hot needles penetrating her legs, her lungs burned, her sides ached and sweat built on her forehead. The ground went stonier, the trees thinned out, the noise of the sea got louder. Wendy stepped on a hard stone and pain shot through her leg, brought her near to fall again. She stumbled forward, heart him closing the distance more and more. He would get her and then…
With another squeal she tried to mobilized her last strength, saw that the trees changed into conifer woods and knew that she had reached the end of the forest. And God alone knew what lay behind there.
“Wendy! Stop!”
His breathless shout even let her ran faster. No! He was crazy if he thought she would only wait for him to get her.

Hook knew what lay behind this part of the woods: the cliffs. The forest ended directly in a deep abyss above the sea. And the girl seemed to don’t know this. He felt a small pang of fear, as she ignored his warning shout and catapulted himself forward. He could hear her panting and saw her tripping, his last chance to screen her before death.

Wendy tried to find her balance, almost sobbing with exhaustion, despair and fright. She thumbled again and fell to her knees, pushed herself up once again, sensed him directly behind her and then he tackled her to the ground.
His weight pressed her in the thin, stony grass, but nevertheless she attacked him weakly with the courage of desperation, knowing perfectly well that she hadn’t the slightest chance against him. “Let me go!” she screamed.
Hook grunted as her elbow hit his side and caught one of her wrists and forced it over her head, shifting his weight not to crush her and rolled over to pin her other arm beneath him. Her breath flew, her big eyes were horror-stricken, tears streamed over her reddened cheeks. She kicked after him, not willing to give up and he laid one of his strong legs over hers, hamstring her further defences. He gasped for air as she wriggled beneath him, her abdomen brushing against his still stone-hard length, kindled the heat in his veins even more.
“Have you really thought you can escape me, little girl?” he asked hoarsely. “Sneaking out of my window, fleeing with this brat and thinking I would not come for you?”
Wendy didn’t answer, only looked at him. He was out of breath like she and a film of sweat lay on his face. His broad chest heaved and is black curls were partly damp. But what her scared were his eyes. They blazed in a blue, wild fire, roaming over her, threaten to engulf her.
He bent down to her, his lips only inches apart from hers. “And if I would had to turn every damn leaf on this blasted island, I would have found you, Wendy. You are mine and I don’t let slip away what is mine!”
Shaking she responded: “I am not yours. I will never be!”
He changed his hand with his hook, hold her wrist down with the cold steel and she didn’t dare to fight it because of the sharp inside of the prosthesis. His good hand dug in her scalp, pulled her head lightly in the neck.
“You will after tonight”, he swore firmly. “I will teach you a lesson never to let me down again, my dear!” He covered her mouth with his, stifled her protest and shoved his tongue through her parted lips. Instantly his desire overtook his annoyance as he tasted her sweetness and felt the soft mouth beneath his’. Her warm, heavy breath grazed his cheek, her breasts pushed against his chest as she tried to wriggle free without success. He explored the damp cave over and over again, his hunger for her raised; he couldn’t get enough from her. His kiss was rough, nearly brutal, showing his still existing anger, but as she whimpered, it turned softer. ‘This lips should be caressed, not ravished’, a silent voice whispered in him
Wendy trembled. She felt helpless against him, recognized that she couldn’t escape him anymore. And his kiss reawakened something deep inside her. The knot returned in her stomach, a shiver ran down her spine and as his tongue stroking hers, butterflies started to fly in her belly. The mixture of tobacco and him was nearly familiar to her by now; his scent let her senses reacting in an odd way. But his lips were hard, almost hurting her; the hair of his moustache scratched. She tried to push his tongue from hers and to turn her head away but the sharp grip of his hand forestalled it. A sound of pain raised in her throat and suddenly his lips went softer, his fingers starting to stroke her scalp, soothing the hurting skin. The changeover almost overtook her. An alarming feeling began to spread through her body, her nipples hardened and as his hand cupped her cheek – warm and comforting – the fear lightly subsided.
Hook lifted his head and looked down at the shaken girl. Her lips were swollen, her eyes big and still afraid, but deep beneath the fright he saw the spark of fire. “We will go for a little walk, my sweet”, he murmured and pushed himself up onto his knees. Then his mimic hardened. “Don’t try to escape again, Wendy. I am only warning you this one time!” The threat in voice was clear as a summer day; his eyes bore into hers.
Wendy sat up as well, swallowed and looked away.
His hand gripped her chin and turned her face toward him. “Did you hear me? Do not dare attempting to flee!”
Slowly she nodded and he let go her chin, opened his weapon sash, let it fall down, striped out of his coat and than out of his waistcoat. He girded the sash again, took the clothed over his right am, stood up and offered his hand to the girl. “Come!”
Hesitantly she took it and let him pull her up. Then he held her at one arm and nodded toward the finally end of the forest. “I want to show you something.”
He guided her several metres forward and then Wendy saw what lay behind the woods and what had almost been her death: the island ended abruptly in a very high cliff. Deep beneath it the sea rolled against the rocks.
Hook took in her paling face and met her comprehending gaze. Slowly he nodded. “This was the reason I ordered you to stop!”
For a moment she closed her eyes. He hadn’t tried to shorten his chase; he had simply try to save her life. If he hadn’t been so fast in the end, she would be dead by now!
“Thank you”, she whispered, looking shocked and relieved contemporaneously at him.
He lifted one brow. “You’re welcome!”
For a moment they both saw down the deep abyss, than the pirate-captain started to walk away, dragging her with him. He re-entered the forest and changed his direction to the north.
The way was stony and difficult to go, especially with Wendy’s bare feet. Several times she stepped on little stones and she bit her teeth, but Hook evaded anything. His gaze travelled down her body and he recognized her dilemma.
“Why do you never wear shoes?” he mumbled and shove her his clothes in the arms. “Hold this!” Before she could say something a lifted her on his arms and carried her.
Wendy starred at him, bewildered by his care. “Thanks again”, she murmured, getting a sneer from him. “I am not a complete barbarian, even if you see it otherwise!”
“Where we are going?” She had loose the orientation completely.
“Where it is safe”, came the short reply.
It was difficult for Hook to concentrate on the way. The feeling of the girl in his arms did him no good. He could smell her scent – a mixture of roses and herself – could feel the warmth from her body, radiating from her skin, inflamed his desire to an almost unbearable level. One of her slender arms laid around his neck, the other delicate hand held his coat and waistcoat. Her grey-blue eyes darted several glances to him and as he one time caught her gaze she blushed furiously, betraying her thoughts. His urge to take her right then and there was nearly too much.
She didn’t know how long they were on their way, as she heard a waterfall. The forest had grown darker and darker, great rocks started to edge the way and suddenly they reached a little gorge. A small river fell from a protrusion into a little lake and Hook put the girl down, pointing to the waterfall.
“We both have sweated. You can wash yourself, but quick!”
She gave him a challenging glare. “Do you fear Peter would come and rescue me?”
The pirate-captain narrowed his eyes. “He will not come this time. Be sure of it!”
Wendy frowned. “What did you do to him?”
”Nothing! I only used his love for a good sparring. I think, he and his pack of friends have all hands full to do to keep my men at bay.”
She paled. “My brothers…” she whispered worried.
“If I remember them correctly, they both have wits and fire – like their sister. I am sure, that they will come out of it unharmed.” He took his clothes from her and laid them on the ground. “Hurry now, girl. I have other plans for tonight!”
She turned fiercely red as she apprehended, what he meant by this. “Villain! Bastard! You will not get me! Before that happened I would kill you!” She reached for his sword, trying to drag it out of its sheath, only to find herself hold by his iron grip, his other arm wrapped around her.
“Minx! I told you not to fight me!” he snarled, hiding his amusement. Alas, she had the hot temper of a Spanish diva. Without another word he swooped the girl up and carried her to the falls.
Wendy struggled, even hitting him with her little fists and than he let her fall down, directly under the streaming water. She gave an outcry. The water was icy and took her breath away. Hastily she stood up and tried to flinch away, but he blocked her way and shoved her back under the falls. “I said: washing! That ranked for both of us!”
Wendy sputtered but had no other choice as to give-in. “I hate you!” she spat with venom.
He only laughed, joined her under the falls and pulled her roughly in his arms. “Maybe, but you desire me as well!” He purred in her ear.
“Like hell!” she hissed outraged, boring her eyes into his.
A wicked smirk appeared on his face. “I will prove it, my sweet little wildcat. You will beg me to take you.”
“Never!”
“Oh, yesterday evening you practically did; screaming in pleasure as I was preparing you for me and…”
She slapped him, hard.
For a moment he could only stare at her. She had slapped him. This slip of a girl had the nerve to slap him! Anger built up in him. He gripped her neck and pressed her harshly into him, his face a pale mask of fury. “Don’t. Do. This. Ever. Again.”, he whispered; nearly loosing his temper. “I have been more than patient with you, regarding what you did to me. But even my endurance has its limits!” His voice raise. “If you ever try to slap me again, you will regret it – believe me!”
Wendy was scared. She knew that she had gone to far and she could feel the ire of the man with every fibre of her being. For a moment she thought that he would kill her; fancied to feel his hook plunge into her back and closed her eyes. “I… I am sorry”, she stammered, fearing for her life.
Hook looked down onto the small form in his arms. Several seconds ago she had been a hellcat, now only a scared little girl remained. A tear escaped her long lashes, her crimson lips trembled and he heard her apology only as a breath. And to his own surprise his anger subsided once again, was replaced by the longing to brush the freight from her face.
“Never dare my temper again, Wendy”, he murmured and closed his mouth over hers, ignoring the cold water, which still clattered down on them. He kissed her slowly and sensual, stroking her back with his good hand and the flat side of his hook, trying to calm her down. He could feel her shiver, her small hands – first clawing in his shirt – laying now at his chest, her tensed body slowly relaxed.
He ended the kiss and a smile pulled at his lips. “You are driving me mad, little wildcat. Do you know this?”
She shook slowly her head, her big eyes showed her irritation. He chuckled and lifted her on his arms, carried her away from the icy waterfall to the stony shore and put her down there.
They both were soaked to the bones and the wind of the late afternoon had cooled down. Wendy started to shake from the cold and as Hook laid his coat around her shoulders, she pressed herself at him, seeking the warmth of his body. She heard him quietly laughing, his voice full of amusement and hidden desire, while she felt the hard bulk in his breeches in the height of her abdomen. Heavens, could nothing cool him down – even not this icy water? Was this normal for a man or had it something to do with his temperament?
“If I had known, that cold water will drive you in my arms I would have taken a bath in the sea with you sooner.”
Wendy mumbled something about males and arrogance, but held tight to him, relishing in the warmth that permeated his wet clothes. He bent down, picked up his waistcoat, gave it her and lifted her on his arms again.
“Where do you take me?” she asked nervous, knowing that her chances for an escape became more and more less.
He gave a strange look, fire burned in his deep blue eyes, showing his hunger for her. She felt like a rabbit, caught by a lion.
“To the Black Castle”, he answered her question.
Wendy bit her lips. The Black Castle! She remembered the old ruin well enough. There she had fought along with Peter to save her brothers and the Indian princess Tiger-Lily. There she had defeated her very first pirate – Cookson. And there she had seen Hook for the first time! It strangely fitted, that it would be in the Black Castle where she would lose her honour and innocence to him.
“Why there?” she dared to ask, receiving a resolved glare.
“That’s simple, my dear. From there is no escape for you and no intruding from outside.” He looked at her with predatory eyes. “This time no one will disturb us. Tonight you will be mine!”

Several miles away Peter, the Lost Boys and John and Michael had fight of the pirates off, escaped their attack and reached the still secretly hide-out.
“Wendy? Are you there?” the eternal boy shouted and looked around him. The subterranean cave was empty, silence was the only answer.
“She… she isn’t here”, Michael said and John frowned.
“She should be here for nearly an hour now!”
“Maybe she lost the way?” one of the new Lost Boys interjected.
Peter shook his head and massaged his left arm, where Billy Jukes had hit him. “She is far to clever for that.”
“But she ran in the opposite direction. Remember?” Slightly murmured, worried for his step-cousin.
“I will search for her. I hope, that the pirates haven’t caught her”, Peter decided.
“How can we be sure?” Curley asked nervous.
“I will make a visit to the Jolly Roger. If she isn’t there, than she must be somewhere in the forests. Maybe she went to the Indians.” He glanced at John and Michael. “Don’t worry. I will find her!” With this he left the hide-out and took the skies.

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