The Third Theory
He got away, again. I found him at mermaid cove and the mermaids laughed when he got away. I just knew he would be there. I get those feelings sometimes.
"Don't worry, Captain! We'll get him next time," Smee wheezes as he struggles to keep up with my long legs.
"Shut up, Mr. Smee. I'm not in the mood to hear your bullshit. Go back to the ship or something. Leave me be." I push my legs to make longer strides and soon I can't hear Mr. Smee's heavy footfalls behind me. Where am I to go now?
I stand still for a second and notice I'm standing in the forest but I don't recal if I've been to this part. The flowers are unnaturally bright colors; the fairies must have enchanted them. The grass is overgrown and comes to my calves. Shadows are long and growing longer as the sun makes it's way down the sky. I need to find somewhere to sit down.
Turning in a slow circle I see a faint glow on the forest floor that I didn't notice there before. It's a line, like a path made of pixie dust. I pick up my feet and quietly follow the path. It winds along through the trees, changing colors randomly from blue to red or green to yellow. I'm mesmerized by all of the colors when the trail ends and I don't see anything at first. I turn around to head back to the ship, thinking this path was a waste of my time.
As I turn, I see an aura surrounding a weeping willow. The light seems to pulsate like the path had, both calling me forward, meaning there is a lot of fairy magic here. Pushing the long branches aside, I see a wooden door carved in to the tree, something that could be easily overlooked. It looks like it will dissolve easily so I gingerly place my hand on the door. I peek inside the room and see a boy in the room. As my eyes adjust to the dark light, I see several boys in here.
"Hello? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I followed the trail and found this place. Is this your hideout? Is it Peter Pan's hideout?!" I become a little excited at the thought that I found him, but the boy does not answer me. "Hello? Little boy?" I reach my hand to tap his shoulder and his head rolls onto the floor.
I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't even scream. His head just rolled off and is sitting on the floor. The boy's eyes are open, startling green that is a stark contrast to his dark messy hair. I feel my stomach lurch at the sight, he can't be more than ten or eleven. I tear my eyes away from the head and stare at the other boys in the circle. The other boys look at the floor, not blinking. They're all dead. All of them. If you hadn't known, you would have thought they were alive, telling ghost stories to frighten each other.
Something brings me back to the dark haired boy. He looks familiar, as if I should recognize him. Tenderly and with shaky hands, I pick up the severed head and place it back on his body. I wipe tears from my eyes that I didn't realize were forming till the fell. Holding back the sick feeling in my stomach, I turn to go back to my ship.
"James, don't leave us again." My whole body seems to freeze in place. No one calls me James anymore. "You were suppose to save us, James. You were suppose to help us, James." I slowly turn and see all of the boys bodies facing me. The dark haired boy opens his mouth and speaks again without moving his mouth. "Why didn't you help us?"
"Help you? How was I suppose to help you? I don't even know you?" My emotions get the best of me and my voice cracks. I need to leave, I shouldn't be talking to a severed head.
"Remember James. You must remember."
"Remember." "Remember." "Remember." The boys chant quietly, as if they're saying a spell.
I regain motion in my limbs and turn to run away when I feel heavy hit my head. The last thing I hear is : Remember.