Monster // Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) (OUAT)

Chapter Thirty Nine

I scowled and took my fingers out of his hair. "Bro, no."

"Bro," he laughed out loud, "yes! And I wish you saw him that night. Pissed."

The clogging got worse. I felt like I was going to be sick. I wanted to know everything and nothing.

"Only because he had to deal with it," I said. But I didn't believe myself--even that sounded so stupid.

"Andria, you're never gonna get it," Gale said, "Pan can't get enough of you. In the weirdest way possible."

The tottering in my stomach persevered. "Gale, I need to go for a walk."

"Right now?" he asked, releasing my legs and sitting up straight again. "Do you want company?"

I shook my head. "I'd rather be alone."

*******

I began my trek toward the beach. I needed somewhere quiet, somewhere that didn't feel like Neverland. Somewhere nobody else goes. Just me, me and my roving brain....

I stared at the dark, wet trail, letting my eyes begin to gross and blur the brown and green. I couldn't even begin to organize my thoughts.

Part of me was devastated in how hated I felt. Oliver didn't just hate me enough to hurt me, he wanted me dead. He wanted it in the most intimate way possible. And that made it so much worse--worse than just an arrow through the chest. He wanted to be on top of me, he wanted that knife through my neck, he wanted to watch the life leave me, he wanted to feel the last breath leave my stomach. The last rise and fall. The last blink of my eyelids. And he was willing to deal with the repercussions, with the questions that would follow, with the guilt and the weight on his conscience that no time could erase. He hated me that much. I was prey. The sweetest kill. The ripest fruit from the tree. He wanted my blood in his hands, he wanted him to be the last thing I looked at. The reason for my last bout of fear.

And then the opposite, yet the same. Pan, who was the source of all my terror and heartache, yet he pulled me from the grim reaper's arms twice. Once my fault, once not. He could have let me go. He could have been left with his lost boys once again. And yet I am, I remain, he grappled me from cessation, from the grave at one point I wanted to lie in so bad.

Sometimes I swear he can hear my thoughts. Or maybe we're constantly on the same page.

Something about him lingers in my brain, wraps around it, dwells in it like a house. He is so ingrained into Neverland that I feel him all around me. I drink him up like cool water issuing through the stream. I feel him like the wind that flows through the clearing. Close, all the time, like the sweat on my skin. Like the blood in my veins.

Finally, I was standing in the still water of the ocean. Idling, waiting. The clouds moved in slow motion, lapsing into each other, caressing one anothers retrograde. I felt the sun like I felt any warmth at all. Unconditionally, ceaseless, streaming down my shoulders and snarling into the tangles of my hair. I stared at the navy line where the sky and sea meet. And for a moment, I felt nothing--just the water at my feet, wobbling gently.

And then, I was reminded of exactly where I was.

A body shifted out of the forest. I turned---and saw Oliver's shadow ballasting over the low riding bushes lining it.

A scream escaped my mouth and I began to back up. Initially, I felt fear, I felt cold and hot, wanting to run and being unable to move, all at once. Until I heard the gruesome shift of chains clanking against one another.

His entire body came into view. His face was soiled, gray streaks cupping his cheeks and forehead. Tears had staled into suspension, moisture slicked up his chest and neck, his bangs dripping with sweat.

"Andria!" he yelled, "I...I am so sorry."

I clasped a hand over my chest. I couldn't get a word out.

His lip quivered as he approached. His hands were cuffed together, dirty metal clinking. A chain was wrapped around his ankle, trailing back behind a tree. Thick clumps of dried blood crusted and dripped down the chain and over his foot.

"Oh my god," I said, "what did Pan do to you?"

"Nothing," he sniffled, wiping grease off his face with his shoulder, "just cuffed me and left me here. Two nights."

I dared to inch closer, careful not to slide in the sand. I stopped just out of his farthest arm's length, in case he tried to swing his arms at me. His blue eyes were bloodshot, tears wavered beneath the lid, lashes dark and wet.

"Why?" I asked, swallowing the painful lump in my throat, "Why did you try to kill me?"

"Because," he cried, "Pan has only put Felix before me."

I frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He sniffled again. "I hated you since I met you," he said. "I knew you were going to change everything as soon as you arrived. And I can't take it."

He tried to step closer but the chain around his ankle tightened, and he cried out.

"Why is your ankle so bloody?" I asked.

He breathed heavily, trying to wipe the tears and dirt off his face with his shoulder. "Pan made it so tight, and I keep pulling."

"Oliver," I began, "why do you hate me so much? As if any of this is my fault?"

He began sobbing. Hard. Uncomfortably so.

I held my arms into me and just stared at him. He looked so vulnerable, and I hated the pang of sympathy I felt developing in my chest.

"Just..." I said, "just give the clarity."

He choked a cruel breath, fighting for air between his cries. "You're making Pan weaker, Andria," he said, "you're at the front of the lineup. Despite everything he's done to you, all the torture and confinement, all the games and bullshit. He's changing. He isn't a tyrant anymore. And all I wanted was to put you back where he had you before."

The overwhelming lump was back. I began rubbing my arms anxiously. The mention of Pan and I, of the obvious, of what I've wanted all along...

I couldn't take it.

I turned around and began walking back to the clearing.

"Andria!" Oliver cried after me.

I didn't turn around.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled. "I'm sorry!"

i love u , sorry for the not so good update, but I updated within a week :) proud

quick quick update -- I'm 19. I started this bad boy when I was 15. I plan on changing up the beginning before I finish the book, and I'll be sure to give you updates :)

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