Wendy's Betrayal

Wendy Moira Angela Darling sat serenely on her window seat, looking at the sky. Her eyes held wanting, and were searching the starry heavens for something. Suddenly, she saw what seemed to be a star start to move and come towards her.1

A sly smile crept across her face and she went back into the shadows of her room. From under her small, blanket covered bed, she pulled out a box. Opening it, there was a dagger with the initials P.P. Tucking it in her waistband, she smoothed her face back to its innocent look and went again to wait by the window.2

"Come!" she whispered, her eyes fixed greedily on the ever nearing shooting star.3

Soon, the star was near enough for Wendy to see that it wasn't a star at all. Of course, she had known that all along. In reality, it was a little pixie guiding a boy Wendy's age.4

"Peter!" she cried, launching herself at him as soon as he landed on her window sill.5

"Hello Wendy," he smiled. In the dark, his bright, white baby teeth were like snow swirling against the night.6

"I'm so glad that you came. I thought that you had forgotten me," Wendy simpered, no slyness on her face now.7

"I wouldn't forget you Wendy. Now, where are John and Micheal? Aren't they coming too?" he asked, looking around the room for Wendy's two brothers.8

He saw the fireplace casting shadows around the darkened room. Wendy's washstand and dresser stood beside her bed. Her wardrobe lay in the corner, one door slightly ajar. 9

Grabbing his hand, Wendy dragged him back to the window. "They're not coming this time, Peter. Micheal is sick and John wants to stay with him. Maybe, on the next adventure," she said.10

Peter's face lost it's gloomy look and he smiled. "All right Tink, sprinkle away!" he ordered.11

Tinkerbell however, the little pixie, firmly crossed her hands over her chest and shook her head. She had always been jealous of Peter's feelings for Wendy, but now, she saw something deceitful behind Wendy's clear blue eyes. She didn't know what it was, but she was sure it meant trouble.12

"Oh please Tinkerbell. I really want to go to Neverland. I haven't been there in so long!" Wendy pleaded. 13

Still, Tink shook her head.14

"Tinkerbell," Peter said sternly. "If you don't give Wendy pixie dust of your own accord, I will put you upside down and shake the dust from you!" he threatened.15

Sighing, which made the sound of musical bells, Tinkerbell agreed. As she sprinkled the dust on Wendy, the girl started to rise slowly in the air.16

"Oh Peter!" she cried, clasping his hand. "It's been so long since the last time I flew!"17

Peter laughed and started effortlessly to fly, dragging Wendy along behind him.18

Soon, the second star to the right came into sight. As always, Wendy gasped at her first glance of Neverland. It was beautiful and always changing, always taking Wendy's breath away. "It feels like coming home," Wendy whispered to Peter. 19

Peter smiled and nodded.20

Since that last time he had seen Wendy, she had changed. She had matured, and there was more of a hardness to her smooth face than before.21

She had let her honey coloured hair grow out and now, it curled about her shoulders, held back with a slim, blue ribbon. 22

Wendy's blue nightdress was getting small, and so it clung to her tightly. Her blue eyes were deeper now, and there was something hidden behind them, but Peter didn't explore. He was just so happy to have Wendy with him again, he didn't notice the changes that the old Wendy would never have done.23

Taking her hand, Peter flew with Wendy and Tink down to the hidden treehouse where the lost boys anxiously awaited their temporary mother.24

"Hello Mother!" Nibbs called out gleefully as the other boys rushed to surround her.25

"Hello boys!" Wendy laughed, sliding into her mother role. "Nibbs, what have you been doing with your knees? Curly, you are a mess! Look at your hands. Tootles, you look thin, have you been eating enough?" These were the questions she always asked, they were tradition. Every time she asked them, it was as if she had never asked them before, and the boys always had different answers.26

Today though, there wasn't as much loving scolding in Wendy's tone and her words sounded almost bland. The boys noticed this, but put it down to the fact that she was tired.27

"What would you like to do first, Mother?" Peter asked, sitting in his large chair.28

"I would like Father to take me out for a walk so I can rediscover Neverland," Wendy replied. Immediately, all the boys chimed in, saying that they wanted to go to.29

Wendy however sternly put her hands on her hips and wiggled a finger at the boys.30

"It is late," she said, "And past time that young boys should be in bed. I'll put you to bed first, and then Father and I shall go for a walk."31

The boys complained, but when Peter said that they must, the sullenly crawled into the large bed that they all shared.32

After Wendy had tucked each of them in, and given them a kiss, they begged her for a story.33

"One story, Mother. You always tell us a story!" a twin begged.34

Wendy however, for once, shook her head. "No story tonight," she said in a voice that brooked no argument.35

The boys looked confused and even Peter was startled that Wendy wouldn't tell a story. However, they all shrugged it off and, after dousing the light, Peter and Wendy went on their walk.36

Once they were far away, Wendy sat down by mermaid lagoon and motioned for Peter to join her.37

"It's a beautiful night," she breathed, looking out over Neverland.38

"It is," Peter agreed.39

As they sat in silence, Wendy's hand curled around the dagger. DO IT! a voice screamed in her head. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as she realized that she had to obey.40

Taking out the dagger, she fingered it silently, and then, decided.41

Without warning, Wendy clubbed Peter over the head with the handle, she couldn't use the blade. Peter immediately collapsed and the same force that her made her club him, forced Wendy to push Peter into the lagoon where, unconcious, he would surely drown.42

As she watched Peter's body sink into the water, Wendy let out an agonized sob. Dropping to the ground, she wrapped her arms around her legs and started shivering. She sat like that for five minutes until the shivering suddenly stopped. Wendy stood up then, as if released and looked at the dagger in her hand. With a cry, she dropped it by the riverbank and ran blindly away into the forest. 43

When she finally stopped for breath, her face was dirty and scratched and tears stained her face. Gasping for air, she leaned against a tree and then looked up. In front of her lay the harbour. Taking a deep breath, she went to a cove and pulled out a hidden boat. Rowing out to the boat was a difficult job but she finally got there. Silently, she snuck aboard the boat called the Jolly Roger, and wiped her tears away. Making sure she wasn't seen, she crept across the swaying, wooden deck. Everyone was below, and the only light to be seen came from the cabin directly across from her.44

Breathing heavily, Wendy put one foot in front of the other until she reached the cabin. Opening the door, she cursed when it creaked, but no one noticed. She slipped inside and went to the desk in the centre of the room. Tapping the man sitting there on the shoulder, she whispered in a choked voice, "It is done."45

The man chuckled and turned around, long, black curly hair framing his evil face. His moustache curled upwards, his black eyes burned with a cold fury and his hook reached out to grab Wendy's hand.
At last! At last Pan was gone, destroyed, and Hook was free. When Hook had first gone to Wendy in her darling little nursery, she had refused to betray Pan. However, after he had threatened to hurt her pathetic brothers, Wendy had given in. It was ridiculous how much Wendy cared about the two midgets. Hook had then fed Wendy a potion that ensured that she would do it. It was like something evil taking over her body, pushing her into the background where she would have to watch herself kill Peter. It was genius! Several times, the brat had almost gained control of herself. She was strong, but in the end, Hook was stronger! 46

Wendy didn't see Hook's elation nor did she feel his claw upon her arm. She seemed to be in a world of her own, her eyes blinded by tears, her body shaking with silent sobs as she managed to gasp out again, "It is done."