Somewhere in Neverland
Don't Charge Me For The Crime
Wendy's POV
You know that feeling when you're so determined, everything around you is a blur or non existent?
That's how I feel right now.
I cautiously tiptoe through the streets, carefully peering down every alley way, constantly looking over my shoulder, and staying mostly in the shadows.
With every step, I realize how stupid it was to go out with no guide or direction to follow. I wander aimlessly around the city at night, alone, and completely unaware of what lives in the shadows.
Behind me, I hear a truck. My first instinct was to ask it to pull over, so I could ask for help.
Then, I noticed my family's crest painted on the side.
I dove into the dark shadow of the closest building, as I watched the prisoner truck bump down the street.
As it drove away from me, I peered in the back to see who they had arrested for no reason this time.
Four older boys and two small children. One boy was almost bald; one had hair that looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted it to be blonde or black; another had many tattoos on his arm that I could see from where I was standing; and the last had light brown hair and eyes that seemed to light up the dark street.
Familiar eyes.
"Alex!" I screamed, as if it were instinct.
At the sound of his name, the boy perked up and looked for the person who called him.
I ran to the middle of the street, under a street lamp. "Alex! Alex!" I dashed after the truck.
"Wendy!" he yelled back, his face exploding in the widest smile to ever grace such a beautiful face.
My legs screamed for mercy as I pushed them to keep up with the speeding truck. I reached the back and jumped up on the thin ledge.
Alex grabbed my hands to steady me. "This isn't how I pictured seeing you again, but I'll take anything to look into to those beautiful eyes of yours," he purred.
My cheeks burned with his words. He was such a charmer.
Reality check: get them off the truck.
"We're getting you out of this. You and your friends."
"How?" the one with the shaved head asked. "We're moving too fast."
"I'm sure we could withstand the jump, but I don't know about the little ones," the boy with the tattooed arm added.
I noticed the girl was fast asleep in his blanket of tattoos, while the little boy wasn't far from the land of dreams.
"Hand me the boy," I said with determination. The driver turned sharply around a corner, sending the passengers into the right side of the truck and causing me to almost losing my balance. The two sleeping children awoke with a start and the girl began to cry.
"She needs to be quiet; this will never work if she makes too much noise." Tattoos cooed to her.
Alex crawled to the young boy and whispered something in his ear. He looked at who I was assuming was his sister longingly, then crawled to me.
"Hey there, buddy. We're going to get you out of here, okay?"
He nodded, and I turned to Alex.
"There's a button right here," I pointed and pushed it, "that disables the shields on the truck for awhile. As soon as we jump, Tattoos jumps with the girl. Then, you and the others follow, okay? It will only disable for two minutes. Move fast." He nodded.
I grabbed the boy and I jumped.
~
Alex's POV
I watched as Wendy stumbled backwards, but regained her balance quickly. "Tattoos," she called to Zack, "jump now!"
Zack, ready at the opening, dove out with the girl tucked tightly into his chest. He landed on his feet, and the sudden stop almost made him topple over onto his face, but he kept running until he met Wendy.
"Alex, Rian, Jack, go!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"Alright, guys. Let's go!" I coached.
We grabbed each others hands and jumped.
And immediately fell back into the back off the truck with an immense amount of force.
"Huh?" Jack sat up as Rian pulled himself off him. "Why didn't we jump out?"
"Fuck, the shields." I frantically crawled to the opening in the back again in search for the button Wendy had told me about. We were rocketed against the left wall as we turned another sharp corner; Wendy and Zack were knocked from view.
You know that feeling when you're so determined, everything around you is a blur or non existent?
That's how I feel right now.
I cautiously tiptoe through the streets, carefully peering down every alley way, constantly looking over my shoulder, and staying mostly in the shadows.
With every step, I realize how stupid it was to go out with no guide or direction to follow. I wander aimlessly around the city at night, alone, and completely unaware of what lives in the shadows.
Behind me, I hear a truck. My first instinct was to ask it to pull over, so I could ask for help.
Then, I noticed my family's crest painted on the side.
I dove into the dark shadow of the closest building, as I watched the prisoner truck bump down the street.
As it drove away from me, I peered in the back to see who they had arrested for no reason this time.
Four older boys and two small children. One boy was almost bald; one had hair that looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted it to be blonde or black; another had many tattoos on his arm that I could see from where I was standing; and the last had light brown hair and eyes that seemed to light up the dark street.
Familiar eyes.
"Alex!" I screamed, as if it were instinct.
At the sound of his name, the boy perked up and looked for the person who called him.
I ran to the middle of the street, under a street lamp. "Alex! Alex!" I dashed after the truck.
"Wendy!" he yelled back, his face exploding in the widest smile to ever grace such a beautiful face.
My legs screamed for mercy as I pushed them to keep up with the speeding truck. I reached the back and jumped up on the thin ledge.
Alex grabbed my hands to steady me. "This isn't how I pictured seeing you again, but I'll take anything to look into to those beautiful eyes of yours," he purred.
My cheeks burned with his words. He was such a charmer.
Reality check: get them off the truck.
"We're getting you out of this. You and your friends."
"How?" the one with the shaved head asked. "We're moving too fast."
"I'm sure we could withstand the jump, but I don't know about the little ones," the boy with the tattooed arm added.
I noticed the girl was fast asleep in his blanket of tattoos, while the little boy wasn't far from the land of dreams.
"Hand me the boy," I said with determination. The driver turned sharply around a corner, sending the passengers into the right side of the truck and causing me to almost losing my balance. The two sleeping children awoke with a start and the girl began to cry.
"She needs to be quiet; this will never work if she makes too much noise." Tattoos cooed to her.
Alex crawled to the young boy and whispered something in his ear. He looked at who I was assuming was his sister longingly, then crawled to me.
"Hey there, buddy. We're going to get you out of here, okay?"
He nodded, and I turned to Alex.
"There's a button right here," I pointed and pushed it, "that disables the shields on the truck for awhile. As soon as we jump, Tattoos jumps with the girl. Then, you and the others follow, okay? It will only disable for two minutes. Move fast." He nodded.
I grabbed the boy and I jumped.
~
Alex's POV
I watched as Wendy stumbled backwards, but regained her balance quickly. "Tattoos," she called to Zack, "jump now!"
Zack, ready at the opening, dove out with the girl tucked tightly into his chest. He landed on his feet, and the sudden stop almost made him topple over onto his face, but he kept running until he met Wendy.
"Alex, Rian, Jack, go!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"Alright, guys. Let's go!" I coached.
We grabbed each others hands and jumped.
And immediately fell back into the back off the truck with an immense amount of force.
"Huh?" Jack sat up as Rian pulled himself off him. "Why didn't we jump out?"
"Fuck, the shields." I frantically crawled to the opening in the back again in search for the button Wendy had told me about. We were rocketed against the left wall as we turned another sharp corner; Wendy and Zack were knocked from view.
Notes
Helloooim so slow on updates /.\
I sorry
this is also a shitty chapter as well
mehh...
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~Caroline
Nah, it's fine. Thanks for being the first comment and gif though c:
9/15/13