Peter Pan in Wonderland (1x1)

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"Wonderland has become quite strange. How is one to find their way?"

 

[Your Loyal Angel X]

A cold breeze gently pushed against a rather petite girl. She was short, childlike, and to a normal person, harmless. Pale, with periwinkle eyes and really long wavy hair. She sung softly as she walked, holding onto one of the long ears of her rabbit as she walked along the dark woods. The trail was oddly shaped and perhaps went downhill. It was hard to tell, but she knew exactly where she was going. Having been here for years, she grew used to, and fond of, the strange world known as Wonderland. Today, she wore an off-shoulder white sweater over a light blue dress that had a bit of a puff to it. Her eyes laid onto the rabbit's head, which had quite a few things in it today. One being her tiara, the only thing that brought the memories of her being queen to her people. When hidden, they did not remember who she was exactly. She was just a wanderer to them. She kept it with her for if times got tough, she could remind them who they were dealing with. The cold memory came back into her head... Ringing...





"Alice, For upsetting Her Highness, you are going to be executed. Do you have any words to your defense?" She shook heavily at the words, terrified. She wanted to go home. To be wrapped up in the arms of her beloved older sister. To be warm and safe. All she could think is 'Please, don't let me die here.' Tears filled her eyes. The smell of blood was overwhelming, of the last executed person. Her vision blurred and she couldn't think. As tears rolled down her cheeks, A fluffy cat tail wrapped around her neck as she heard a voice. "Don't give up, Little Alice. Give in to the madness. Let it consume you. If you want to live, then live. Easy as that, my darling." After that was a dark blur to her. She couldn't quite remember what happened until she awoke. Laying in the blood-stained grass. The crown was on her head, and the guards were as far from her as possible. When she stood, all she could see was the remains of the old queen. Her head cut off, and wounds all over. Blood was everywhere and from the taste in her mouth, she had drank a bit of blood, or perhaps licked it off of the blade. It was impossible to tell she was even human. She found herself laughing hysterically, feeling the cat leave her presence.





Alice shook herself, trying not to remember anymore. She saw a small light, as she exited the forest. Her favorite spot. A small pond where you could see the open sky. But instead of the normal loneliness she saw, she happened to spot a figure. The rather small girl spoke in a chirp,"Who are you?" She asked softly, taking a step towards him. He was definitely magical. She could just tell. But within the moonlight, she couldn't quite see his face. She kept an innocent look. One that just made it seem like she was a lost girl. Definitely not someone who would blindly murder within just a moment. She tried not to let anyone believe that. It would ruin the fun. Her hands were covered by the baggy sweater, and she tilted her head to the side in a childish manner, staring down at her black mary-jane shoes for a small moment, then back at the mysterious stranger. It sparked her curiosity. No one in wonderland knew of this spot. "How...did you get here?"

 

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Peter Pan had flown from Neverland, the boring land of blood and pollution, here to this strange land of wonder and mystery. What did they call it here, Wonderland? He had heard tales from the few lost boys of a place like this, when he had forced them to tell him, he had a large weakness for the stories they would share before they died. The place was bright and colourful, but dark and strange, filled with curiosity and shadows. The creatures here were unlike the ones that lurked in the woods of Neverland, and at his home at Skull Rock, and he was purely fascinated by everything that he saw. Peter was staring out at the pond, that shone when the strange large moon hit it with its brightness. Never had he seen a moon so beautiful, nor a place as marvellous as this. He felt at last the sense of adventure he had been craving all these years while he sailed the seas. As he heard a light step behind him, and a soft voice, he turned.


From behind his black mask he observed the girl, small and petite, fragile looking to the touch, as though she were porcelain and easily broken, unlike Peter, who stood at a height much more towering, and though lanky and thin, he knew what he was capable of. Her clothes were odd, coloured, like this world, not grey and black like his own. His dark cape matched the midnight sky, his silver eyes shining like the moon as he stared at her. From behind his mask he was smirking, a devilish smirk, a childish one. He may have grown, but his mind was still the same. Childish thoughts and games and stories, but age had tainted them still. He lifts a hand and brushes his blood red hair from his forehead. "Why, I flew, of course..." Peter says back softly, taking a small step forward and feeling his bare feet brush the cold ground. It was a pleasant feeling, the dampness of Earth on ones bare skin. Much the same, but not as desirable as, the feeling of blood on ones hands. He looks at her, tilting his head to the side slightly. He had barely seen a girl for many years. Wendy had been the last girl he had ever brought to Neverland, for he found them weak now, and undesirable. Who ever would want to grow up, like she had? "I am Peter Pan." His hands come up to his hips by habit, relaxed and slow, all those years ago he had stood with confidence and bravery, hands on the hips and his chest puffed out as he cawed like the birds to his boys. But now, his stance was less so a stance for show, and simply a habit he could not kick. "And who are you?"

 

[Your Loyal Angel X]

"My name...Is Alice Liddell." It had been a long while since someone asked her name. They had to know. She was Queen. But, she couldn't tell this young man. He was too tall. She felt tiny compared to him. And the dark side of her wanted to yank him down and tell him that he was too tall for her liking. But she didn't do it. She held onto her rabbit, shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels, rocking a bit back and forth innocently. She was very curious on why he came here and who he even was. But the name sounded familiar. Like a name from a book her sister used to read to her. It felt nearly comforting. But she wouldn't let her guard down. Never. He was an intruder and until she knew he was harmless, she had to stay on her feet. Something did seem off about him though. Why did he wear the mask? She just couldn't understand him for her life.


But she remained calm and curiously asked," What brought you to Wonderland?" Perhaps he was an assassin. She didn't like that. A paranoid girl, but she hid it quite well. Over the years, secrets were easy to hide. Her accent was lightly French, and almost like a song. Alice looked at him with her big periwinkle eyes, trying her best to try to sense any danger from him. He seemed childish, like her. From the sound of the silence surrounding them, she knew they were alone. Well, as alone as she could get. She always felt the golden stare of the cat that watched over her. He never left, always...just watched her every move. Almost obsessively. Sometimes, she forgot about it. Alice kept her gaze on him, not smiling, but not looking upset. Just, blank and kind of unsure.

 

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Peter moves closer to this girl, this little Alice with her softly spoken words and her little frail figure, and he kneels down so that he can see her better, looking up at her through the eye holes in his mask. It disoriented everything that he could see, discoloured and mutated it, but he needed it to feel safe. Back home, the air they breathed was poisonous, full of the death and the mutations of Neverland, and he did not know if here was the same. He could not take off his mask, he could not bear to breathe without it until he knew that no harm would come to a single hair on his head if he did. However, he takes down the hood from his cloak, revealing his red hair in its full, straight and slightly messy state. He smiles behind his mask, and shakes his head so that the hair slightly covers his forehead. "Hello Alice." He whispers to her, and he rests his long and slender pale fingers on his knee as he looks at her.


Who was she? Why had he not butchered her yet? He had his dagger tucked firmly in his belt where it always had been, sharp and bloody as a torment, a threat to those in Neverland. But in Neverland he did not need a dagger to be a threat. He had ripped childrens throats open with his bare hands, bit into their hearts as the others watched. Why? For fun. Because that's how a childish game should be when the air poisons your mind and the power melts into your bones. This girl was a child, or at least, she looked like one. Small and innocent, cute. So little. He reached out a hand and took a silky lock of her beautiful hair and ran it between his fingers fascinatingly as he spoke. He had never seen such a colour. "I am here for... An adventure, you might say." He stands again, looking down at her. His mask itched at his face and it was uncomfortable to smile here. "Is it quite safe... The air?" He says, turning to look up at the large moon. One day he would fly there. He would touch the moon and see if the tales were true.

 

[Your Loyal Angel X]

Alice curiously looked at him, paranoia and fear building up as he got closer...and closer. She tried her best to remain calm. But the word 'Adventure' caught her interest. It was a childish longing from when she was sane. And basically her mission at the moment. She was about to speak when he asked a rather strange question. The air? She looked confused,"The air...? It's safe." Her last murder had been a few days ago, so the air wasn't filled with as much bloodshed as usual. In fact, Wonderland was strange. Even with the bloodshed, it always had a soft, sweet smell to it. He touched her hair, which she finally noticed. She was so unsure of what to do. No one got this close.


She wasn't used to it. For years, she hadn't been able to understand affection in any way. Not even touching of her hair. Fear kept people far from her. She gently moved one arm from her rabbit and touched his hand, pushing it a bit away from her hair. Alice looked into those eyes of his the best she could, the mask making it hard. She wasn't afraid. She had no need to be. If he drove too much fear in her, she'd snap and kill him. It was a reassuring thought to her. Alice gently touched the top of her rabbit's head. One wrong move, and she could easily yank out her knife. She slowly pet the rabbit plush, as she looked at him,"Wonderland might be a good place for an adventure. But you could get lost." She knew her way around perfectly. But he didn't seem like he had been here before.

 

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"Why in the Heavens would I get lost with you as a guide?" He asks her, flirting lightly. In a land of boys and childish ways he had heard tales from the older few of mischief in London with the girls. They were his favourite tales, the ones with blood and lust and war and women. He smiles slightly and he looks back at her, resting one foot slightly on a rock and the other on the firm ground. He wiggles his toes slightly. When did he lose his shoes? He looks down at the water of the pond and around him at the trees. Yes what she was saying must be quite true. In Neverland the trees were dying, their leafs, if they had them, decaying and going an off shade of greyish green. The water, and the sky, were a constant grey, a smell to them that was foul and disgusting. He loved watching boys drown in those waters, as a foul beast within it stalked them for it's next meal. "And besides, I have known a fair few lost people in my time. They always find their way, in time."


He slowly raises his fingers to the buckle of his mask at the back of his head, using them to carefully unbuckle the straps and loosen them as he decided that he was ready to face the air of Wonderland. Surely, it could not be so bad here? This Alice, she was breathing it in perfectly fine, and though she seemed very peculiar, it was nothing that he had never seen before. He places his hand over his mask as he tugs it loose gently, more hair falling into place as he pulls the mask away from his face fully, revealing it, and seeing Wonderland truly for the first time, no more distortion and discolouring, and yet it was even more remarkable with the mask off. He took a deep breath in and he grinned, fresh air, real air with no pollution and foulness. He looks at Alice properly for the first time, blinking as his eyes adjust. She was still so small and fragile, her white hair shining in a way that made him remember the treasures Captain Hook had kept from him all those years ago. He wondered how he had changed. He had not seen Hook for many years. Too afraid to come back, he imagined. Perhaps, Hook would not even recognise Peter. His face had grown older and into that of a handsome sixteen year old, a boy who still looked young, but also older. His skin still pale, his eyes shining more silver now that they had seen the true marvellous sights of Wonderland. His mouth curls into a big smile and he laughs, lowering his hand and letting his mask drop to the floor with a small crash.


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[Your Loyal Angel X]

With a small pout and a puff of her cheeks, she said,"Who said I was gonna be your guide?" She looked at him, huffing a bit. He was definitely acting odd to her. Perhaps, nice? No, that wasn't it. She couldn't understand it. She was about to yell at him, but then she noticed him take off the mask. He...He was definitely a different sight than what she was used to. He had a cute face, and...and a kinda nice smile...and.... She found herself pushing away from daydreaming. She pushed her hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture. Alice had no idea how to react still. Her occupied arm held the rabbit closer to feel safer. It was her security blanket, basically.


She looked into his eyes," Don't you know? There's a queen of this land. I don't know if she'll like visitors." She said innocently. He didn't need to know she was the queen. And the word 'queen' was usually seen as an older and cranky lady, not a tiny girl. So luckily for Alice, no one thought it would ever be her. She looked into his eyes still, curious. He seemed so...easy-going? Like he wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Like he wasn't worried that someone could kill him. What a strange, strange boy.

 

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Peter rubs his hands together as he smiles malevolently, looking at Alice. "A queen does not matter to Peter Pan. Who would not like visitors such as I, anyway?" He says as he slowly lets himself begin to fly, but he does not go anywhere, slowly flies up and then lower to the ground, moving his body so that he was sat cross legged hovering in the air. He was not afraid of a queen, the same way he was not afraid of Captain Hook, or the mermaids that used to haunt his dreams with their blue skin and gills, their sharp claws that cut into his arm when they had tried to drown him when he was still sweet and innocent. He was not afraid of them anymore, the moment he had gained power and madness he had strung each one up to dry out and left one single mermaid to live out the rest of her life alone. He tilts his head back and smiles up at the moon slightly, though his eyes were still looking at Alice. He uses one finger and slowly runs it along the edge of the dagger blade attached to his hip, a thin line of blood produced. He brings it up to his lip and licks it off as he watches her. "Why do you stand there as though you don't know what to do with yourself? Sit Alice! Or take me somewhere to explore!"


He could not wait to explore the world of Wonderland, see which strange creatures he could see and experience the odd ways of the Wonderland people. He wondered if perhaps while he was gone from Neverland he would miss the bloodshed and the slaughter, but then he was sure at least at one point he would be able to use his dagger here. And perhaps he could pick up a more amazing weapon here. He wanted something to bring back to Neverland to show that he was king, and not just a powerful boy. "And as for who said you were to be my guide, I did! You will be my guide and you will show me your mysterious land, and in return I may teach you how to fly, does that sound fair?" He asks and he crosses one arm across his chest, the other still allowing his finger to be pressed to his lip, the blood from his finger now gone.


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