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MUSE: PETER PAN found on @paintedcnwings

     “Run, run, run as fast as you can. . .” Pan hissed in a ghostly whisper.

    Quietly he crept through the dense forest of the island he called his home. He was watching something – someone – as they attempted to run away from him. Silly little thing… Didn’t they know? Once they were in Neverland there was no escaping?

     They were going to learn. 

      “. . . I’ll catch you, soon. I’m Peter Pan.” the voice sang through the wind. 

     He darted in between the shadows of the tall trees, his own Shadow darting the opposite direction of the Boy King. Forest Green hues glowed bright beneath his black hood as Peter continued to move swiftly. The boy may be quick, but Peter was quicker. A few more paces then he stepped in front of the scared, blond child who was running from him at a rather skittish pace. 

     “Going somewhere, Laddie?” Peter remarked as he began to stand up straight to his full height. Reaching his right hand up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his features to the boy who was now whimpering something fierce. They always made noises before their lives came to an end. It was one of the things that made Peter grin his wicked grin as his eyes gleamed with delight. It was delicious to hear. As if it were their last words. 

     Crunch! The boy took a step backward toward a tree, his last fatal mistake. Without warning, he hoisted his dagger just barely above his right hip then used it to pierce through the boy in one quick motion. Twiiiiiiiist. The blade turned in the boy’s ribcage. The boy squirmed, he cried. He BEGGED for mercy from the King he had run from. And Peter? He just continued to grin. With a violent jerk, he pulled his dagger from the boy’s now crimson-soaked flesh allowing the lifeless boy to fall to his feet. 

     “…I didn’t think so.” With a raise of his eyebrows and a scoff, the King of Neverland slithered back through the dark forest toward his camp of loyal Lost Ones, never mentioning this event again. 

     “And you’re supposed to be scary? I’m TERRIFIED, love. Honestly..”

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🖋 (*demonic whisper* Do Tom Riddle, I wanna SEE)

     The emerald green eyes of the Slytherin boy fix on the girl in the corridor, admiring her in the candlelight. No, not at admiring  . . . It was more of preying on her for a future adventure that Tom would keep SECRET until the moment was right. The youngest of the Slytherin Princes  s l i t h e r e d  from one shadow to the next as he watched the girl roam the halls alone. She looked. . . Frightened. Rightfully so. They heard rumour of something TWISTED opening within the castle walls. Who wouldn’t be frightened as they walked through the halls after curfew after hearing that? 

     Over time he grew bored of watching her and decided that it was time that he step into the light to make his appearance known. So, he did. As she rounded a corner of the Girls’ Bathroom, Tom stepped into the dim washroom, his height towering over the girl. His lips curled into a smirk, one of devious intent and resourceful manners. It was time the Chamber of Secrets took its first VICTIM. 

     “My. . .  Isn’t it a little late to be out and about, Myrtle?” He hissed as he followed her nervous footsteps. With every step that she took backwards, Tom took it upon himself to take another step forwards. “We wouldn’t want the professors to find out about this, would we?” His words slithered out of his mouth and into the air. Before she had the CHANCE to say much else on the manner, he spoke words of a language that only snakes would hear. While it sounded like gibberish to the unknown ears, Tom know well what he was doing as the beast from the Chamber made its appearance and KILLED the innocent mudblood in front of him and took her down into the dark abyss from which it lived. And Tom? Well . . . Tom fixed his robes and slipped right out of the Girls’ Bathroom and back into the shadows of the dimly-lit corridor where he  s l i t h e r e d  back toward the Slytherin Common Room with gliding steps.

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