Age Can't Hook Me // Kay

Age Can't Hook Me // Kay Mar 9, 2016 19:10:37 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Mar 9, 2016 19:10:37 GMT -5

<>Peter Bell<>

The boy who would never grow up

olden rays streaked across the sleek grey steel of the morning clouds as the sun tenderly rose from beneath the cover of a distant forest. Fog hung like a shimmering blanket against the all but silent forest floor. Sleep sang its song of seduction to nearly all of the district, all expect a single boy who sat with his feet dangling from his treetop home. No birds were singing. No rabbits were rustling. No lost children were playing. Only a boy was sitting as he watched the sun slip into the sky. Just as he did every morning and would do every morning to come.

His hair is light like the shining streaks of the sun and his eyes are rich like the waves of Four. His face is young while his body is strong. His dangling bare feet are covered in a layer of dirt and his body practically begged for bathing. Yet there is not a parent in sight to tell him what to do or to comfort the tears that are rolling like rain drops down his cheeks. There is not a Mother or a Father to give him the comfort he secretly longs for. He is the oldest of his now slumbering band and he is only just a boy. However he isn't just any boy, he is Peter Bell the first of the lost children who live as though they will never age within the brambles of District Seven's forest. Of course, to the rest of the District his name whispers though the stories of his existence as Peter Pan, the boy who never actually could grow older. Peter knows these tales of his eternal youth are false but he wishes they weren't. Peter knows what the adult world holds and it is not what he wants to endure. *Peter wants only to forever be a boy and to have fun.

A lowly sigh rippled from Peter's lips as his body lifted itself from his seated position. Wooden splinters scratched against Peters feet as he walked over to the rope leading down to the forest's floor. From the high perch of his tree house home Peter could not see the end of the rope since it was still coated in the blanketing fog. However, Peter only feared the idea of growing up and now that his tears caused by the thoughts of the future and the memories of the past he leaped without a worry. His hands singed from the heat of the rope but it wasn't long before his feet landed with a thud upon the sodden dirt.

A weak grin pricked across Peter's face as excitement coursed swiftly through his blood. Adrenaline sent Peter running through the forest with the morning light cascading over the fog around him. Beauty erupted from every corner of the forest which only caused Peter to run quicker. A hardy laugh trickled out from Peter as his feet splashed within the chilling radius of a morning dew puddle. It was moments like these that reminded Peter why he wished never to grow up. It was moments like these that reminded Peter that as a boy there was no worries he had to encounter. This place was his Neverland, a place where he and any child could come to run away from the claws of adulthood.

Not long into Peter's sprint through the spruce trees the sound of synchronized marching greeted his ears. Instantly peaking his interest Peter wasted no time sneaking closer to the source of the sound. Without even having to get to close Peter spotted the swarm of Peace Keeper uniforms weaving through the branches on their morning patrol. At first Peter intended simply to move onward without intervening, that was until the name of Captain Hook came through on the wind like a whisper.

Delightful thoughts spun through Peter's imaginative mind as his fingers quickly scurried around for supplies. Moments later Peter had successfully crafted a make shift sling shot with three small rocks ready to be fired. With this done Peter made his way up the branches of the tree he was hiding behind until he was cloaked within its green canopy. From there Peter leaped silently through the trees until he located the man he was searching for. For a second Peter just watched Hook as he undoubtedly seemed to be searching for any traces of Peter and the other lost children. A slight snort escaped Peter as he watched the man from his cover.

So typical of Hook to not realize I am literally so close to him. Peter thought to himself as he loaded the first rock into his slingshot.Then just when he had the perfect shot he let the rock go rushing through the air right towards the back of Hook's head. Peter knew the man would be upset but heck, he loved to cause trouble after all. Not to mention he had to live up to the tales of him that were told to the children by non believing parents.