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Peter Pan and Me	By : Neckar Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 3676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10: A MOUTH FULL OF SNOW

Jennie was the first of our boys. He was also the smallest and youngest
and most intensely smart kid I ever knew, even among myself. Of course he
wasn't as naturey as Peter but he could almost, I dunno, read my mind. It
was with that he knew I was planning on proving to Peter I could go
flying myself and not grow up and have solo adventures and not have to
have him come rescue me or trap my tears in a golden goblet. Right.

Well he was off on his own. He liked, oddly enough golf courses and pools
of course. He also liked to give the kids chocolate and broccoli, most of
the time together! It endeared him to them and to me. Neverland, at the
moment, for it was always changing somewhat to the whims of the
inhabitants, mostly Peter, was full of golf courses, pools, lakes,
broccoli trees and chocolate hills. In time, Peter came to learn how to
surf but he thought it awfully silly since he could fly.

I went off on my own. "I'll show him," I said. I flew further and longer
than ever before. Now Peter could fly sleeping and sleep flying. He could
sail on his back or on his belly. He knew when you were going to fall and
he'd usually catch you if you fell or fell asleep. Sometimes he might let
you learn your lesson and fall. He never did that to me or any of the
boys but he always threatened to.

"Keep wide awake, maties," he'd say in his best Hook impersonation.

The braggart. He would have to prove himself to me. Trouble was: I was
off on my own. I flew and flew and landed...hard. I went skidding
downward and landed skidding among a path of snow. The darkness was what
I noticed about it all. The greenery of Neverland had gone. Sure enough
there were bushes but they were covered in snow and they were dark, some
lights came out of the old houses I had seen. Had I traveled back in
time? It looked like it. I spit out snow and stood up. I was cold, not
having on any shirt. Peter always traveled half naked and the cold never
effected him. Me neither when I was with him. Now I was cold. I stood up
and saw a figure by the end of a driveway. A big man. Silent. He seemed
to have a hockey mask on. And another man in a strange ripped red and
black striped shirt. "Hello? I need some help. I'm lost...can you?" I
didn't like the look of this and saw the two figures move at me.

I ran the other way and found myself entering the estate of a large
mansion, running in snow with just my sneakers on. I ran and ran and the
two figures seemed to catch up with me fast. I felt as though I were in a
nightmare, you know the ones. You run really slow and they run really
fast. I moved past a large wooded area but another figure, a big fat man
in a strange overall of blue grabbed me. I screamed I think and while I
was glad Peter was not there to hear it, I wished he was there just to
save me. The man laughed, "No need to run master, we'll take good care of
you."

The man laughed. He smelled bad. Worse than Smee's breath from what Peter
told me. He seemed like a country hick, a bumpkin. I hate to categorize
people like that but that is how he seemed. He also seemed to have human
flesh on his teeth. I struggled and the man threw me to the ground. The
other two men came at me. They seemed like nightmares. Then it occurred
to me: maybe I never left Neverland for this might be one of its' darkest
places. The nightmare realm. I was on my back but turned over quickly to
see the two men from behind. One held up a hockey stick and the other a
glove of knives on each finger. The hockey stick ejected a large knife
from its tip. I went wide eyed. Never have I faced anything or anyone
like this. How could I hope to fight them. The monsters were Jason and
Freddie. And they were about to kill me for this guy, a cannibal man who
seemed as though he were one of the family from a Texas Chainsaw
Massacre. Three of them. And a fourth was coming from the house with a
giant Chainsaw. And a fifth. I shuddered. "Oh Peter, I'm sorry, sorry I
left you!"

"Nonsense! You just wanted to have solo adventures like me!"

The familiar voice swooped from the sky. A head rolled. Peter cut off the
head of Jason and the hockey mask fell off revealing a pig faced snout.
Peter had a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other.
"Peter!"

"I killed Barbecue with this one, I think, can't really remember!"
Peter used that one to cut off Freddie's two hands and Freddie yowled
with horror and pain. Then Peter got down from above and kicked Freddie
with two feet and knocked him on the ground. As the chainsaw guy came at
us, Peter shoved a sword into Freddie's stomach and then his neck. I shut
my eyes. Peter laughed and turned toward the chainsaw wielding maniac.
The cannibal made a move for me but I was on my fight and swung both
fists over and over at him and knocked him into a tree. Peter ducked a
chainsaw and flew behind this new horror. The Fifth figure came at us and
I could see he looked like Death itself and was named Michael. Not our
Michael, not Michael Darling. Peter flew over the head of the chainsaw
guy and stabbed him in the back and out his stomach. The guy looked at
the sword in his chest coming out of it. Peter removed it and kicked the
creature/man who yelled manically as he had since he appeared. Peter
yelled too to give him a send off. And to top it all off, Peter cut off
his head too.

Peter turned to me and I turned to him. He was wild eyed. Battle lust in
his face. "Down!" He yelled at me and flew with his sword out right at
me. I ducked and Peter passed me and went into the Michael figure. He
flew into Michael and cut his chest out. Peter flew through Michael and
to finish it all off, Peter landed and stuck the other sword into the
cannibal man.

I ran to him, "Oh Peter, I'm so sorry!" He grabbed me and clung me to
his chest. "I didn't mean for you to have to do this."

"Ahh, I've been meaning to clean these guys up for years. They're just
awful, aren't they?"

"Uh uh," I said, "But for you to have to kill like that??"

"Ahh, you've seen it before and you'll see it again, besides it was fun."

I felt a chill run up and down my spine. He was so bloodthirsty
sometimes. He liked to kill. But when he took me up into his arms and
lifted me high up, head first, I was warmed from head to toe. The
monsters faded from view and the snow covered them up as we spiraled
upward, his erect body against my own. Spiraling slowly upward. It was
romantic. The moon shone and the snow stopped. Peter was so romantic. I
wonder if he knew he was. He stared at me and I could swear he knew he
was. Was he the lonely melancholy figure I though him to be? Was he so
emotional that...or was the this avenging angel of darkness who didn't
want to ever really grow up? How long were we going to stay this way? And
did I want him or it to change? Did I want to grow old and die? Did
Peter? Did I want Peter to? Look at him. The very picture of machismo and
yet somewhat feminine too. Forever snap shot in that way forever for all
the years to come. Why would I want him to change. But what if...if his
hormones, if he ever had any, what if the kicked in somehow? Love? I was
too tired to go on and I fell asleep in the air. At one point I awoke to
find myself shooting downward at an alarming rate. The sea below. A sound
laugh and Peter rushed at the last second to rocket down to me and save
me before I hit the water. "Peter," I said in my best scolding voice.

"Aur, I saved you didn't I?"

He rose me up with him and put me on his back. I clung there tightly,
comforted. "You...ou're always there to save me."

"And I always will be."

"How'd you know where to find me?"

"Oh Jennie knew where you were."

"How'd he tell you?"

"You know, that mind thing he does..."

"No, I don't know. You mean ESP?"

"Yeah, that!" He smiled and flew onward back toward the Neverland I knew
and loved.

"You...you can kill fairly accurately...and...don't. I say doesn't it
ever bother you?"

"Hawhaw, naw, that's just for adults' games. They say they don't like it
when adults hurt each other but they do. Most of em. Me I slay my enemies
and if they come up against my friends and ...and those I care
about...they shall have no life in them."

I remained silent for the rest of the trip. Peter's breathing was
soothing me and I fell asleep on his wonderful bare back. He didn't drop
me this time or let me drop. I think he was soothed too. Just before we
landed I awoke and realized something. I was able to lay on Peter. Why?
When he came to my window he was smaller than I and I knew it was my 11
year old self he was smaller than not my old self. He must have been 5
foot. Now, he was much taller. I mean I was as an 11 year old no taller
than 4'8 or 5 foot or something. And now he was taller than I. HE WAS
GROWING! I didn't know what to do with this newfound information, Peter
so valued his ability not to grow up. Perhaps he knew. No that can't be
cause he didn't recall from one day to the next how tall he was. He
didn't care and he'd often say that.

"Don't know. Don't care. Let's have an adventure." Which sometimes
consisted of doing nothing. It was a game he made up years ago. To sit on
a stool and do nothing. Or just throw a ball. It was grandiose seeing him
do this. He was quite solemn at it and looked like a caged tiger.

Should I tell him? Was it me? Maybe I was the reason he was growing.
Love? Hormones? I liked his new growth. I felt guilty. A plan was
hatching in my head even grater than the plan I had before. I knew now I
had to see Captain Kickai. And do the thing I most didn't want to do. If
I was the cause of his growing and I must have been...then I must do
something to stop it. As we came down to the ground, I realized from
this little sortie that I could not fly on my own to the mainland. I'd
only end up in, I don't know, some horrible end of Neverland. I had to
have help to get away, help that didn't come from Peter. I grew totally
sad. I knew I had to leave Peter, do the thing I never wanted to do. It
would break his heart but that breaking, would stop him from growing as
he hardened his heart and make no mistake, I really thought he would
harden his heart, forget me as he did Wendy and so many others and move
on. He'd forget me. I however would never forget him.

He was now 5'8.

Anyway that night a lot of snuggling went on. This night we didn't sleep
with the boys in the same bed but they wondered why the next morning. Not
that anything happened really other than the usual old days when it was
just the two of us, we snuggled and held and that was all. Really. But as
we did, I felt it was the reason he was growing. I was the reason. It was
the last time I decided that night. The last time I would be making the
boy who couldn't, wouldn't grow up grow up, without his even knowing. He
was sad, he was tragic and he didn't even know it. I could have cried. I
was so happy but I so sad too. He didn't know what was coming. What would
hit him like a ton of bricks. I wondered if I left here, would I start to
grow up? An 11 year old all over again? I imagine he could turn me back
but...

GEE, did I mention that Capt. Kickai was real evil? So what possessed me
to go to his ship, alighting from the mast to confront him. "Would you
take me?" I asked him one bright sunny Neverland day.

Kickai walked smarmy. "You want me to take you where?" He spoke slowly
and it was as though he was holding back a great anger at me and at Peter
and at the world. "Take you?"

"To the mainland...surely you can do it?"

"Can I do it?" Kickai almost yelled, almost lost his composure. "I can
do it. No matter what time I am in. The question is: why would I? Why
would I take you anyplace?"

"If Peter..."

"That name!"

"If he..."

"He cut my thumb off!"

"I see you've sewed it back on."

"Not me. My cook!"

"Oh."

"What are you doing here really?"

A dirty Asian pirate got behind me and hovered even as I floated. The
black cook, a giant of a man came up from down below and had a meat
cleaver. Maybe this was a bad idea. "I'm telling you the truth. Wouldn't
it be ...well, a good thing for you to get away from here? Away from
Pe...from him?"

Kickai turned and rubbed his thumb with his other thumb. Which one was
cut off ? I could only tell....say was I forgetting things too? "Yes,
yes, yes. Maybe you are right. Away from boyoiiiiiiiiiis. Lost boys and
Indians and animals and birds. Can't stand them! Any of them!"

"I..." I puffed out my chest the way I'd seen Peter do a million times,
"Am a boy..."

"Are you indeed?" Kickai turned back to me and came real close, so close
I thought I'd had it. "Are you really?"

"Why, yes," I stood back a bit but bumped into the Asian behind me.
Without realizing it I had already landed. "I..."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm 11..." I lied.

"Yes. But..." He drew up real close and I have to admit unlike the other
pirates, this one smelled really really good. Perfume? Deodorant?
Cologne? Manliness. Beard: filed under hints of? I found I liked it
somewhat. I let him get closer. He eyed my eyes. "I sense...well,
something deeper under there. Older. More intelligent than that that
green clad leaf boy."

I swallowed. Flattery but it got him nowhere. You don't insult and hate
Peter if you want me to do something you want me to do. "Get stuffed," I
said. I tried to fly but found that someone behind me, no the Asian,
someone else, smaller, darker skinned, almost a boy himself...Smiley
Foton...an orphaned teenager taken in by Kickai and it was obvious why:
he was handsome, long haired and dark skinned. He clamped a metallic
black clasp around my ankle and next to it lay a chain, no attached to
it. And a giant metal ball. I couldn't fly with that no me.

"You first!" Kickai spat at me and I winced...

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