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Peter Pan and Me	By : Neckar Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12: TICKING CLOCKS

"BOMBS AWAY!"
It was the Lost boys. OUR lost boys. Flying over the pirate ship.
Dropping large sacks of wet flour. On pirates. Peter looked up. I still
had the ball and chain attached to my foot.
"Don't mind them!" Kickai yelled as the black cook ran up and got a sack
dropped on him by the Latino Rico, who laughed as black skin turned
powdery white. The boys were swooping over head, down and out dropping
sacks. "You! And you, get that cannon at them!"
Two burly pirates shirtless moved a giant cannon out from a small berth
and aimed.
I had nothing to lose. "Peter!"
"KILL HIM!"
Peter put the sword at my navel and pressed. I jutted back and hit the
mast again. That damn mast. "Peter, you're not Hook! And he's not your
brother!"
"Press forth, my good matey!" Kickai got on Peter's shoulder.
"WHOHWEEEEEE!" Swooping low, Aoi, the Asian from I think Vietnam or the
Phillipines, dropped a sack on the cannon and it spilled over it and hit
the pirates near it.
"Go on, Peter, put it in me!" I said as I got excited by the thought and
that thought made me almost sick. I was growing where it counted as I
felt sexually excited that I would be slain in the navel by Peter Pan
himself. "If you must..."
Peter looked at me and pressed. I felt the blade go in a bit. It bit my
belly button inside. Then he looked at me. Right in my eyes, bending
slightly for at this time he was taller than I. I guessed and would have
used the tape measure I always carried, that he was about 5'10 and a half
now. I swallowed. Peter sweated beneath the hat. "Chchhch, I am Hook!"
This is IT, the IT that everyone always talked about. I was done for.
"I am...Hh..."
"Oh for Peter's sake man, I could have done it myself by now!"
"Peter?" Peter blinked and removed the sword, which felt good and bad at
the same time. I almost wanted him to gut me. Stab me. I felt ashamed.
"Pan." I said.
"Pan?" Kickai repeated but in a question. A sack of flour landed just
behind him.
"Landen, you missed!"
"I ...I..I'm sorry..." Poor Landen, little dirty blond kid who was quiet
and shy and read a lot. He knew loads of stories which is why Peter took
him with him. I believe he was from Indiana. "I meant to, I couldn't do
that....to that nice man..."
"Give me that last sack you got!" Pa're, a Puerto Rican grabbed it and
put it over a pirate who was coming up behind me and was about to stick
me by stabbing the mast and putting it through my back. The flour blinded
him. Pa're and Landen took off, Pare laughing.
"Gut him!" Kickai yelled.
"I...Chase!"
"Yes Peter it's me! It IS ME! And it's you! PETER PETER PAN!"
Using both hands, Peter Pan raised the sword and brought it down. I
blinked thinking he was going to split me in the head and keep going down
my neck, my chest, my belly, my crotch. Instead a loud clang hit. The
chain on my leg was gone and only the manacle was around my ankle. I
reached up with both hands and Peter must have thought I was going to hit
him in the chin, for he moved back but I used both hands to smack that
damned hat off his head. He blinked and held the bridge of his nose. He
shut his eyes and became dizzy. Kickai raised his sword behind Peter's
head.
"PETER LOOK OUT!" I reached up, which wasn't hard since my hands were
still up, and I grabbed the sword from Peter's hand as a Lost Boy, Sole,
blond too, I think, swooped down, grabbed up Hook's hat and took off
again, in one fell swoop. Good. I met Kickai's sword.
Kickai laughed as he hit my sword again, "You boy, you think you can take
me?"
"No, but...but I won't let you hurt Peter!"
"Pan? He can take his head somewhere else once I cut it off but first
I'll chop you at the knees!"
I met his sword swipe as he tried to cut my legs. I countered and met his
upper cut and his lower cut. He aimed at my belly. I backed up and hit a
large crate of weapons behind me, my belly was now exposed and ready to
be slit. "Enough," I said, "Enough. Kill me but fair fight him. He's not
himself!"
"Too bad! First your belly guts are mine and then his!" Kickai thrust
but as the sword almost hit my navel, Peter's sword blocked it and he was
now between me and Kickai, with a new sword he pulled from a fallen
floury pirate.
Peter laughed as he floated, "Chase," he chastized me, "You know when we
meet Hoo...Kickai...Adm...I mean Captain Kickai..."
"GGRRRR!" Kickai swiped again but Peter blocked it.
"..you know when we meet him in an open and fair fight, you have to leave
him to me!"
"I...I forgot," I shrugged.
"Really, you should do something about your memory!" Peter dazzled me
with his sword fighting against Kickai. He turned to me, "Well get out of
here."
"I ...I wanted to watch."
"GO!" He barked, "I'm fine!" He turned and met another advance. More
pirates came but Peter turned and slashed all of them in one move,
cutting their bellies open. They fell holding bloody stomachs and stalks
that popped out of the slits. Groaning.
Kickai watched, "Okay, okay, square off, enough is enough. I give."
Peter stabbed him in the belly button and he lurched forward onto the
sword. Peter turned to me as I rose into the sky. He smiled, "I do so
love blood."
"I...I..."
"Stop talking about yourself, Captain..." Peter said, "It makes you so
less modest like me, THE BEST THERE EVER WAS AND THE BEST THERE EVER WILL
BE!" Peter pulled out the sword, put it back in lower in the lower belly
of Kickai and rose up in the air, with the sword still in Kickai's lower
belly. It rose too with Peter and went up to Kickai's upper abs and
continued from there. Peter unstuck him and let him fall as he flew off,
laughing, "And so ends another adventure..."
Strange to admit to myself, rather than be horrified, it turned me on
even more that Peter not only would kill like this but that he thought he
was the best and he really truly was. I was turned on to the max.
With that, the pirates left the Neverland, and where they sailed to I do
not know. But it was the last we ever heard of Kickai, Admiral or Captain
otherwise. I just hoped he didn't have any brothers...

LATER in a game, Peter sent the Lost Boys out to gather food for
us...which left me and him alone in the Underground Cave Home....
"You always defeat the enemies out to kill me."
"Oh, that, that's what I do! It's who I am."
"But you do it so well and..."
"I know! Wasn't it great of me!"
"Yeah. Great," I said unemotionally. "Real great."
"I know, I know. I'm great, I'm great, I'm great!"
"And modest too," I said sarcastically.
"And modest too! Oh I'm modest too! I'm all good things!"
"And conceited!"
"Oh," Peter flew around me, horizontally, "Oh don't mind me being that,"
he knew the meaning of this word. "I can't help it really, Chase, it's
just who I am..."
I shut my eyes. A tear came out of my left one. Then my right one.
His voice got mellow and sing song again, "Chase, Chase, one of you is
worth more than 20 Wendys."
I opened my eyes. He had his arms around my shoulders and flying behind
me horizontally and then moving his head from my right shoulder to my
left and his sweet breath hit my ears on both sides, one at a time as he
spoke, "Don't..."
"I mean it. I loved her oh yes, I did. But you...you stay...stayed with
me and..."
"Peter please don't..."
"AND when..." He went loud for the AND and lower for the rest, "it
really mattered, you were willing to give up the one thing that you
wanted in life....ME OF COURSE!...."
I rolled my eyes even as a few more tears came out.
"You were willing to give me up to save me, to stop me from growing up,
to sacrifice all for me. Wendy wasn't willing to do any of that. She gave
me up for what she wanted. I wanted to give up for her but it just went
against what I am, who I am, what I want. I tried, I really did."
I turned and his hands never left my shoulders so he switched which
shoulder they were on cause he looked funny with them crisscrossed. "I
know that. And you ...you save me all the time..."
"Oh that. That's what I do."
"Thank you." I suddenly realized, "Oh but Peter, what about you getting
taller, older and..."
"Huh? I'm not getting older...."
"Well I mean you're taller than..."
"I am?"
"Yes!"
"Oh right. That. I did that myself. I did it..."
"YOU DID IT! YOU GREW YOURSELF!???"
"Calm down," he landed vertically beside me and put his hands from my
shoulders to my elbows, "Of course. It doesn't mean I'm growing up. I'll
never do that. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"No, nothing."
"But why did you do that?"
"To make you more comfortable. I did it for you. I knew you wanted me to
be ...well your protector..and you felt a bit silly ass-ish to have
someone smaller than you save you all the time so I just gave a loosening
here and a...did you know when the Lost Boys come here and they can't fit
their treeholes, I roll them so that they will fit...I can do the same
thing to myself from time to time..."
I hugged him tightly. He held me too and put his head on my shoulder. I
put mine on his. His hands found my back and we soon rose up off the
ground in a kind of spiraling light. In time Peter might decide to grow
up...thinking it the best adventure of all but I had news for him: it
wasn't. He was. Just being with him, this close to him.

CHAPTER 13:

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