"I can't believe she killed Nico," John bit his lip as he shook his head. "God!" he screamed, kicking the sand so hard it almost flew into Seth's eyes. He tugged so hard at his hair that it was almost as if he was trying to yank every strand out until he became bald. "Why would she do that?" exclaimed John, his face going cherry red with anger.

Seth shrugged as he began fuming as well. "I never liked that thirsty whore," he shook his head. "I say you dump the bitch for good and get her out of her life. Or better yet, end hers," Seth crossed his arms, throat swelling up as he struggled to choke back tears. "Nico was like my brother. I told him everything," he sobbed as he watched Chaddie and the twins dump Nico's rotting body in the water. John looked down as his eyes began to burn. His tears felt like acid, eating away at his skin.

John couldn't believe he trusted such a snake. He let her expose him to things he never dreamed of, and let her explore his body just as he did unto her. They shared a bond both emotional and intimate. It was a bond that became so important to John, something he could be nothing but attached to. It was something so sacred. After being hurt so many times, he promised himself to ride alone. After all, sometimes John preferred being that way. He preferred being alone, when he wasn't vulnerable, and nobody could hurt him. But how was it that even when he felt so pure and overjoyed with Tigerlily, he still felt dead? Bleak memories flashed through John's mind like an endless montage. Events of suicide and all sorts of abuse swirled around like endless tornadoes. He was so angry he wanted to rip his heart out straight from his chest. All his life, John had been taunted. He thought he finally met someone who could make him forget, and rather, she made him remember. Perhaps Neverland should've been called Neverloved. After all, John wasn't the only one struggling with heartbreak.

Tinkerbell dragged her feet around a forest near where the Jolly Roger anchored. Being so small, all the plants and bushes towered above her like high-rise buildings in New York City. She looked at the massive vial that she held with two hands. At first, she felt hesitant, but then she remembered the way Peter looked at Wendy. The way he looked at her, eyes locked on with hers, glimmering and all. She imagined herself at Wendy's size, curvy and divine. Suddenly, she heard giggling from the distance. It was late at night and Tinkerbell was alone, but from the sounds of it, Peter wasn't. It sounded like he was with Wendy. She shook her head, filling herself up with envy as she twisted off the cap of the vial and carefully took a sip.

It tasted bitter like plain black coffee mixed with the world's most bitter beer. She almost choked on the liquid. Tinkerbell screwed the cap back on as she dropped it to her feet and felt for her throat, embracing her neck with her hands. She felt like she was dying, gasping for air with her body overheating. Suddenly, she noticed her arms grow wider and longer, along with the rest of her body. She squirmed in all sorts of uncomfortable angles as she grew. Her bones looked grotesque, boiling under her skin like water in a cauldron as her spine rose higher to begin forming her new body. Her clothes ripped right off, the green glitter skirt falling straight to the ground. Tinkerbell screamed in agony as she felt two shoulder blades push her wings right off. She looked behind her to find the translucent glittering wings smashing like glass before her. They were large and wilted, and splattered with blood. Tears filled Tink's eyes as she covered her mouth with one hand, and felt for her naked, bloody back with the other. As she felt the warm liquid seep through her back, she smelled iron. Tinkerbell burst out in sobs, gasping as she fell to her knees and crashed into the mud before her.

It was almost daybreak when Tinkerbell rose from her slumber of sadness. She crawled on her hands and knees towards the riverbank, nervous about what she would see. As she slowly stood up, she saw herself as the woman she always dreamt of being. She had a beauty mole resting above her lip, with big, beautiful eyes, ice blue like the arctic. Her hair was messy, wavy, and blonde like strands of gold. It was teased and messy, voluminously toppling over her shoulder and ending just above her pair of full, round bosoms. She was beautifully curvy, thick in all the right places with slender arms, slim legs, and a waistline any woman would kill for. Tinkerbell ran her delicate lady-like fingers up from her bottom to her hips, admiring her naked body in what she saw. She felt for the scars that were born from broken wings. She missed her ability to fly, but knew that it was worth it in the end. Perhaps she would be able to be with Peter or, even better, get rid of the redhead.

Tinkerbell heard someone familiar whistling. Her eyes lit up as a smile spread across her face. She scrambled to find a hiding spot. Tinkerbell crouched behind a bush, covering her intimate parts as she witnessed Peter's silhouette strolling casually through the woods, picking flowers that Tink believed were for Wendy. Tinkerbell cleared her throat. "Is that you?" she called out. He turned to face her direction, his figure just black in the dark. Tinkerbell nervously stood aside from the bush, slowly walking towards him in her true, natural beauty. She swore she heard him gulp. "What are you doing out here in the woods alone?" she asked. Peter walked closer towards her, his appearance becoming clearer and clearer, though no matter how much light shone down on him, he still appeared like he was in the dark.

"I'm just thinkin'," Peter smirked, biting his lip as he eyed Tink up and down.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Tinkerbell, resting one hand on Peter's chest as she kissed the lobe of his ear. "Tell me if you like what you see," she whispered as she ran her hands down, her palm just barely hitting a spot that made him sigh with satisfaction.

"I like what I see," Peter whispered, "but I don't believe I'm what you like."

"What do you mean?" asked Tinkerbell, tilting her head to the side as she took his rough hands and glided them all over her curves. "You're everything I've wanted, do want, and always will want. And I know that you and I are so right for each other. Not that ginger bitch," Tinkerbell confessed. "She doesn't know you like I do, Peter," she said.

"Peter?" he replied, confused. "I'm not Peter."

"What are you saying? Of course you are, Peter. This is no time for joking," she said.

"No, you don't understand," the boy shook his head as the sun rose behind him, revealing that it truly wasn't Peter at all. He was identical to Peter, except he had pale-white skin, white as paper, and hair dark as the sky. His eyes were a light silver-grey, and he wore all black. He had a bit of stubble. He seemed more mysterious than Peter could ever be. "I'm Warren."

"Warren?" Tinkerbell gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. "You can't be Warren," she shook her head. "I haven't seen you since… since," she mumbled.

"Since what?" he asked.

"Since Peter left you in –"

"Yeah, since the bastard left me at Skull Rock," Warren scoffed, cutting her off. "Man, I hate that guy. But you," he clicked his tongue and smiled. "You're something I wouldn't mind at all. I know how you women get. You get heartbroken because of tools like Peter who forget about you and move on to other girls. Did you say it was a ginger bitch?" he laughed. "But I'm here for you," he whispered in a husky voice, caressing Tinkerbell's face as Tink started to grow nervous and afraid. She and Peter had a perfect reason to abandon Warren, and a perfect reason to never see him again. "You love Peter, don't you?" he asked, and Tinkerbell nodded. "Then if you love him so much, maybe you should move on. And you can do so by starting off with me," he said, taking his shirt off and pushing Tinkerbell to the ground.

"Get away from me!" Tinkerbell screamed, though she didn't quite know how to defend herself. All she could manage to do was pound on his chest and scream for help.

"Shush," Warren kissed her neck as he covered his mouth. "Nobody can hear you out here," he said. "You came to me for a quick fuck, remember? Why don't we finish that off first?" he asked. Tinkerbell shook her head as she kneed him in the groin. He fell over and whimpered in pain as she started running. "You horrible slut!" he screamed, pulling out a dagger from behind him, that looked much rustier than Peter's. Warren chased after Tink, who kept running with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Leave me alone!" she screamed.

Tinkerbell saw a sharp blade on the ground that looked like it came from a broken mirror. She grasped it tight in her hands, so tight that it made her hands bleed. "You get the hell away from me or I swear," she said bravely as Warren started walking towards her. "I'm going to kill you!" she screamed, acid water burning her eyes as she grasped tightly onto the tree next to her.

"Did you always wear green because you were always so jealous of all the girls Peter liked? Huh?" asked Warren. "Maybe the reason why he never loved you back was because you were so clingy. A pain in the ass, really," Warren laughed. "You're beautiful, Tinkerbell. And that body," he bit his lip. "But I guess you're only so beautiful that only your body is what every other guy wants. Nobody loves you, Tinkerbell," he stated as Tinkerbell started to tear up once again. "Nobody ever will. You know what Peter used to tell me when we were close? He'd go on for hours, ranting about how annoying the 'little blonde fairy bitch' was. How does that make you feel now, huh? Do you still love Peter?" he asked, and Tinkerbell refused to say that no matter what happened, she still and always would, love Peter more than anything. "You know what? Don't answer that question. I already know the answer," Warren laughed hysterically. He was taunting her in a way nobody ever had. "You would do anything for that asshole. But let's face it princess, you mean nothing to him. Nothing," he grinned.

Tinkerbell grunted angrily as she lunged towards him with the shard deep in her hand. She held it just an inch near his throat, ready to slit it open when he held her away by the wrist. "Stupid girl," Warren shook his head. "I'm just Peter's shadow. I'm all of his dark thoughts combined into one being. I am Peter, Tink," he smirked. "You can't kill me. You love us too much, right? Little fairy bitch," he spat at her face.

"You're lying. I could kill you right now if I wanted to. In fact, I'll do more than just kill you. Peter would never do this to me," Tinkerbell hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh, but you see, he could. Peter and I are the same being," Warren said as Tinkerbell gulped. "Don't you remember how we shadows work?" he asked.

"I hate you!" Tinkerbell screamed, unlatching from Warren's grasp as she truck him along the side of his abdomen. He started wincing in pain.

"You shouldn't have done that!" he screamed as Tinkerbell nervously started inching away. "Remember Tink," he grinned cruelly, cornering Tinkerbell against a stone wall, giving her an unforgiving, taunting smile. "You kill one, you kill us both," he whispered. "Now," he said, grasping her by the throat. He leaned in close so his lips were just barely by her ear. "Where were we?" he asked.