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Peter Pan
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Post by Colin Ambrose on Oct 26, 2015 3:39:53 GMT
Colin sat in the soft recliner that he kept in the corner of the living room in his apartment. He had set the dusty box on the table that sat in front of his chair. He was now just sitting there staring at the dust covered wood, his heart beating and pounding as if it wanted to jump out of his chest. He was leaning forward with his hands clasped together, the feeling of his hair being moist from the sweat was almost imperceptible to him. He sighed and leaned back, sure that no one had known what he had done.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, falling into a twilight sleep, the fear of his day triggering the memory of how today had gone. He remembered running. Running and running as fast he could trying to get away from the monster that had captured and tortured him. The torture came in flashes, so quick that it was difficult to piece them together. He could hardly remember anything besides the pain. But, here he was, running away.
The woods pulsed around him as his world reeled from pain and confusion. It took him hours to reach town, though his mind was so frazzled that it somehow seemed as if it took days, while his memories of his run made it seem as if mere minutes had passed by. He had managed to stumble onto the street where he stood, bloody, muddy, and his head pounded with a resonance that felt like church bells that never stopped ringing.
His only clear thought was that he needed to find something to protect himself from the dark monster. He stumbled down the street for several blocks until he found himself in front of Mr. Gold's shop. Still having difficult focusing made it difficult to find a rock to break the window after he had attempted to open the door and found it to be locked. After a few minutes, he managed to find one near the side of the shop, picked it up, and threw it with all his might at the front window of the building.
A crash of glass later and he found himself in the shop, looking around, throwing things about, all to find something in this place that could be used as a good weapon to fend off his magical attacker. It only took a few minutes to break into the back room of the place, and this is where he would find it. An incredibly dirty box with the word sword on the far left of the top of the box. He could tell that there were more words on it, but he didn't even think about this as he grabbed the box and hauled it out of the shop.
He woke with a start, feeling his body jump a little as he woke, his eyes darting around. His mind was much clearer now, though his heart was still beating terribly hard. He glanced down and saw the box on the table, remembering most of the day, but still not quite sure how he had made it home from Mr. Gold's shop. He grabbed onto the sides of the box and blew onto it, throwing off much of the dirt and dust.
The words on the box made his heart stop. He quickly wiped away the rest of the dirt with his hand, wanting to be sure that he had seen what he thought. A lump in his throat and his stomach dropping like a stone were the result. 'Sword Of Pan'. There it was again, that name. That word he had been accused of being. Pan. Now he was angry. Angry that it seemed to be his destiny to find out what this 'Pan' really was. The lid to the box came off easily enough, though Colin reached in cautiously.
He was not cautious enough though, as his hand hit something sharp, and he cut himself. He jerked his hand back and watched a trickle of blood land on his carpet. He ran to his kitchen and grabbed a towel, wrapping his hand quickly, and then slowly walked back to the living room, where he stared down into the box. This time, he moved some of the packaging until a gold bladed sword was revealed. It was beautiful, and Colin felt drawn to it. Slowly he reached into the box and grabbed the hilt of the blade.
A notable ringing sound occurred as he lifted it. The sword was so light, and seemed to fit his hand perfectly, as if someone had made it for just him. It was odd though, he felt stronger, more sure of himself, but for some reason he felt like his energy was hitting a new low. And then a light seemed to be coming from the blade. Then Colin blacked out for a few minutes. He opened his eyes, blinking for them to come into focus.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 3:44:34 GMT
Now I have to believe All those precious stories All the world is made of... Faith, & trust... & pixie dust Time. Time was the only thing the girl could feel. She had no real thoughts. She had no idea of anything that was happening around her. All she had was time, and it was at a constant flow. Over three hundred years had passed her, and she was well aware. She would have felt lonely if only she could actually feel loneliness. Her punishment was one of the worst. She had always intended to spend an eternity with Pan, she had just never expected what being at his side would truly mean. She'd never expected to be his weapon. Was she even at his side at all? The truth of how the weapon had basically been tossed aside was even sadder than her being trapped. Some might argue, that for that reason alone, her lack of awareness of the outside world was for the best. Maybe she had at least been spared that.
Blackness. That was the only thing in her line of vision. Jane found it odd considering she should have seen no colors, no lack of colors, just nothingness. She found it odd that she could even find that odd. Something was really wrong here. On top of the strange site and strange sort of emotions, she felt heavy. Her eyes didn't even want to open. It had felt like she'd been in a deep slumber for hundreds of years that she was unable to wake up from. Could I... open my eyes? It was a puzzling thought. Nonetheless, she tried. She blinked them open, very slowly. Sight. She had sight! It was quite the development. What...?
White. That was her vision now. Only, the vision had texture to it. It was as though she was looking up at something. Her eyes shifted a little to the right, checking out the soft glow that was threatening to run over his vision. It looked like a light source... trapped in some sort of glass? Then she felt another odd sensation. Her fingers were on something... scratchy. I can.... feel? Jane was widely confused by this, but she still attempted to do what she didn't think possible. Slowly, she wiggled her fingers. They were moving. She definitely knew that. Rapidly, Jane threw her head to the side where she got site of her own, out stretched arm on the carpet. Tired eyes shot wide open. She wiggled her fingers further.
Impossible. She was free. She was actually her again, laying in some completely unknown and mysterious place. How is this possible? With a bit of struggle to grab control of herself, Jane managed to sit upward. Her eyes managed to widen surprisingly further at the sight she'd seen in front of her. Peter? She thought, staring at the strangely closed boy. She wanted to say that out loud, to call out to him, though her voice hadn't been heard in over three hundred years. It was weird that she had to wonder if it would even work. Jane cleared her through, coughing lightly as she did. "P-Peter...?" She managed to speak out loud.
Peter. He had to of saved her! That was the only thing that seemed to make any sense. Over three hundred years and he'd finally found away! Jane was under the assumption that he'd actually been looking for her. "Peter!" She exclaimed this time, eyes beginning to fill up with tears. In any other situation, she might have been kicking herself for showing how weak she was. It was as though she couldn't help herself, knowing full well that she might have been in there until time ended completely. Jane sprang up and flung her arms around the boy. Still not fully used to moving, her body felt like jello, and her legs gave out underneath her. Jane fell into him, making her grip around him tighter as she tried to stop herself from falling to the floor she'd only just gotten up from.  | | 657 words | yup. |
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