Peter's Flame

Part 50

-Alina's POV-

I didn't expect anything different.

He didn't trust me.

None of them did.

Only Henry. Always Henry.

But why was it like this?

I saved them, I risked myself so they could live. Why are they doing this?

I've been asking myself the same question for the last three days as I've been trying to figure out how to win them back.

Tink was the only one who understood. I had told her the plan and showed her about a week after I met her. I knew she would keep it a secret and now I couldn't be more grateful that she was here now.

I spent the next day trying to talk to Pan, not caring that everyone ignored me, even when Felix couldn't even stand to be in my presence and left as soon as I entered a room or a vicinity.

Maybe it was just destined to be like this.

A place where I am forever alone.

No! I can't keep thinking like this!

I shook out of my thoughts and looked around to see that I was at the beach, one of the few places where I and Felix actually talked as if we were closer than friends. Where I had thought that he cared.

Those days were over now.

It has been two days since the battle and I was growing more worried than ever before.

The tension in the air was rising and I didn't know why.

"Pan! Pan," I called out.

No one answered me in return.

As usual.

I ran into his tent, a knot in my gut forming as I threw the flaps open from the first room as I entered the kitchen, the pain almost leaving me immobile.

I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, wanting to find what was causing the tension and my hackles to rise expeditiously.

I trudged through the next pair of flaps, the feeling in my gut froze when I saw what laid before me.

Pan's hair was matted to his forehead, one that was covered in sweat. His face was shifting in between a look of pain and one of pure agony, ones that looked so similar that I was grateful for once that I got powers like I did.

The pain always came no matter what but this time I couldn't help but feel glad even as I slowly shifted his weight, causing his pain to roll into me like having a train hit me.

I fell to the ground and screamed.

My lungs were burning, my heart aching, tearing, screaming at me to rip it out.

My own heart.

My eyes started to glow white as Pan and my own body floated upwards, trying to get me to release the pain in a safe place.

A single voice rang out.

One that I had cherished I would hear again just to call my name.

One I could help but wish that they didn't call me right now.

One that even though I wanted to float back down and tell Felix that I was okay, my body and mind had different plans for me.

I went higher, no longer hearing his screams, combining with Tink and Henry when they ran to see what was happening, drowning the voices out only to be filled in the presence of the harsh wind surrounding my body.

I screamed a final time, releasing everything left of Pan's pain, and pushed it out and away.

A beam of light erupted from the ground, going straight through my body, my screams returned with even more force as my body felt torn in two.

A black beam erupted from the ground, splitting through me, almost feeling like two duel swords going through me and out the end.

Pure torture.

Pan fell back down to Earth, floating down like a feather in a calm wind as my screams echoed louder.

Just a few more seconds and it'll be over. Just like Uncle. Wait it out. Only a few more now.

I tried to count the seconds before when it seemed it came to a stop, I sucked in a sharp breath as the scars on my back, arms, legs, and chest felt much more real than they should have been.

The scars on my back became bleeding and swelling welts.

The slices on my arms and wrists turned bloody and itchy as I crave to tear off my own skin to get rid of the feeling.

The scars on my legs and old-time bruises turned into real things as I wished that I could get rid of the bruises and glass wounds.

The burns on my stomach pained me as I crouched forward to heal them only to have them backfire on me and make them worse.

I fell down, plummeting not as slow or soft as Pan. Felix was too late to catch me but Tink's magic was.

My abilities fell away as my real image showed in their eyes as they reared me.

Fear, horror, and disbelief were evident in their eyes and I couldn't help but let out a weak chuckle as blood squirted from my mouth.

Tink gasped and ran forward even as Felix was trying to hold her back but to no avail.

She bolted forward, placing my head into her chest, silently crying even though I don't know what for.

I tried to sit up but she just held me back hard, as I hissed when her hands went to my back.

She look frightened and turned me around only to see that my back was caked with blood.

She gasped and quickly became to enchant some spell, instantly making me better as I melted into her touch.

"What's going on? Where's Pan," I slurred, feeling as though I might just fall asleep here as my eyes drifted closed.

"Oh darling," I heard Tink whispered, probably thinking that I was asleep. "He's dying."

Welllll.... That was fun, was it not? I hope that all of you guys have enjoyed and I can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter!! Ta taaaaaa!!