peter pan modern au: the crocodile & the pirates
a huntress and her dangerous prey
“there are a lot of ‘em,” slightly says, of the kidnappers. “at least,” — he pauses, thinking — “ten.”
“smee, alf, starkey, cookson, bill…” nibs reels off, keeping count on his fingers.
curly cuts in: “cecco, mullins, chay — and…”
“hook,” say all three, their voices harmonising ominously.
“try to keep on their good side, if you can,” slightly advises wendy. “’specially smee. he’s the worst.” his hand drifts to his shoulder, fingers probing at an injury hidden beneath his t-shirt.
instinctively wendy looks up at the house. a shadow flickers in one of the windows: the elusive hook?
“he rarely leaves his room, these days,” pan says, following wendy’s gaze. “it’s crocodile - he thinks she’s tracked him down at long last.”
“what do you think?”
“i think that if a woman chopped my hand off, i’d still be wary, ten years later.”