I Don’t Need To Speak To Kick Your Ass
Tittle: I Don’t Need To Speak To Kick Your Ass
Warning: It’s Peter Pan we have swearing, we have violence, the whole nine yards
A/N: So I didn’t make them end up together because it doesn’t always work that way. You don’t always get to be a dick and get the girl.
I curled up in my bed, watching as my younger brother moved to the window, peering out at the busy London street below. I smiled, watching as his face fell soft, innocence finally washing over his 6 year features, the golden glow of the lamp post reflecting in his eyes. As he gazed out the window, he spoke to me, just the little ramblings of 6 year old boy, but they were comforting none the less. He was the only one who actually spoke to me without the intent to get me to speak back, even at 6 he understood what many people didn’t. It’s not that I didn’t want to speak, it’s that I can’t.
I wasn’t always like this, when I was younger I could never shut up, then I saw my best friend killed by her father and narrowly avoided being murdered myself. It scared me so badly that I was literally scared speechless. I have seen hundreds of doctors, therapists and countless other people who claimed they could help. Even after all of them explained to my parents I couldn’t speak because I couldn’t deal with what had happened, my parents were determined I would speak again and began beating me to make me. Of course that only made things worse.
“Hey Y/n did you know shadows could fly. I mean really fly, like one is making it’s way towards us.” Carter called out, his words causing me to jump from my bed and run towards him. I reached him just in time for a black figure to reach through the window and grab me. I let out a scream, struggling to stop the thing from pulling me out the window. Carter reached for me, calling out for our parents.
“Someone is taking Y/n!” Carter screamed, clinging to my hand all the tighter as he slammed against the window. I stared at him with wide eyes before I shook my hand from his, not wanting to risk him falling out after me. “You bring my sister back! Help! Y/n!”
It felt likes hours before the thing dropped me onto an island, before flying off. I grunted, sitting down and crossing my legs and looked around, trying to figure out my next move. I can’t going running off because of it anything happens I can’t speak to defend myself or scream. So instead I stayed sitting, trying hard to figure out what was going on.
“You are not a boy.” A voice said behind me, clearly shocked at the fact that I was, in fact, a person with boobs. I turned to look at him, biting my lip as I caught sight of the bright green eyes staring back at me. His feathery blonde hair fanning across his forehead. I smiled, shaking my head at him and then glancing down at my chest to prove that I was a girl. “What cat got your tongue?”
I shook my head again, frowning as I tried to figure out how to tell him I was mute. “Say something or are you stupid? Ohh wait are you too stupid to talk? A mute maybe.” The boy chuckled, frowning when I jumped up and ran at him, slamming my fist into his nose. He staggered backwards, cursing as his hand flew to his face, growling when he saw the blood covering his hand. “Well well you are a little scraper. I like you, feel free to stay. We can figure out this whole lack of talking thing later. Come, time to meet my lost boys.”