The Evolution of the Lost Boys
The First Kind of Lost Boys
We are all lost boys, running along the jungles of Neverland. We all came to this island of endless possibilities and left a world where we were not wanted or loved.Our hair runs free in the wind, a crossbow is always in our hands. We dream at nights on monsters and in the daylight we are fighting them.
Peter Pan is our leader. We love and respect Peter Pan. Whatever he’ll tell us we’ll do, without consider first if it’s good to us or not. Pan always comes up with the most amazing plans. He thinks on the best games to play, and we all adore him. Everyone knows that this island belong to Pan, and that he knows best what to do.
We only harm animals and monsters that have hurt us. Neverland and all it’s resident our friends, so we won’t kill anyone unless it harm us first. We fight the pirates, yet we never hurt them too hard. We dance with the fairies and swim with the friendly mermaids. We are all safe in Neverland.
There is only one girl in Neverland, and that is our mother: Wendy. She fix our clothes and tackle us to sleep, and all those other things mothers should do. Some of us are taller than her. Some of us are even older than her. We love her deeply, and if anyone would try to hurt our mother we will be mad.
We are the lost boys, and all we want to do is to play games. We live for fun, and coming to Neverland is the best thing that has ever happen to me.
The second Kind of Lost Boys
We are all lost boys, a miserable soul that had found their way back to the island of the devil. We came here because we had been that this is the land of dreams, and when we came we found out that those are actually nightmares. In our old world we were not wanted by our parents. We’re not wanted in this world either, yet we are surrounded by others like us. How can it be that we are still lonely?
There is always dirt on our face and ash on my clothes. No one is there to tell us how we should behave. No one cares about the rules here. We gets hurt here all the time. Some of us die here all the time. We scared of the darkness, bad things happen in the dark.
Peter Pan is our leader. He can cut our throat open and we wouldn't fight back. No one allowed to hurt Pan. We know that most of the nightmares in this place are his, and he can imagine something really bad if we are not carefull. We have to stay loyal to Pan if we want to service.
Neverland itself is magical, unfortunately. There is blood hungry pirates everywhere, or mermaids that would drown you if you are not carefull enough. We surrounded by enemies all the time, if we won't watch our steps we might die.
There are no parents in Neverland. There are no girls in Neverland. There are no hugs in Neverland.
We are the victims in this place.
The Third Kind of Lost Boys
We are all lost boys, and you will never hear my steps when I'm running. Neverland is my home, and I never had anywhere else to live in. My claws are pointy and my teeth are sharp. I don't need a dagger so you'll fear me. I no longer dream.
Peter Pan is our leader. He watch us as if we were little animals and rewards us if we make a good kill. He doesn't care so much about us. And as much as we want to impress him, he gives us only the slightest attention. In some place in the back of our mind we know that we will never get his love, yet we keep trying.
All the people in Neverland are afraid of us. We are the most awful power in the island. Mermaids and fairies runs away when we near, and the pirates pray that we will never get into fight with them.
There is only one girl in Neverland, and she belongs to Pan. We call her mother because we can’t show her any other form of affection. Our leader let’s us push her arround the camp and tease her, but we must keep ourself from making her cry. If she cries, Pan is angry at us. Only he can make her cry or bleed.
We feel nothing. Not a real fear, not adore, not happy. We are only a shadows of what we once were.
We are not loved in our home world. We are not loved in Neverland. We are useless, replaceable, and should have never been born.
We are the lost boys. And you better run from us.
