WENDY'S INTRO POST
With the steam ran press factory down below the small apartment even the coldest English nights were made unbearable. Wendy tossed and turned in her small bed, frustration giving way to rage as she couldn't find a place to stay cool or comfortable. Each old rusted spring in her mattress dug harshly into her back and sides. The window only offered a slight comfort, but even that was drowned out by the machines below.
Piece by piece of her ragged gown was stripped off to allow her to breath, and even then she was still coated in her own sweat. It seemed to boil on her skin. Throwing herself to her feet Wendy stalked around the small one room apartment no longer caring what whom might see through the small window.
Her feet carried her around the room at a impatient pace, the small air flow created cooled Wendy only slightly. "It's got to be tonight..." She whispered to herself. The small glimpse of light confirmed this by the full moon sickly hanging in the sky.
"To hell with John and Micheal...." She spat angrily. She would prove them wrong. "How dare they betray me and force me into this! I will prove NeverLand was real and I'll never come back to this place again!"
Anger turned to hatred as she swept the contents from the small desk and began laying it all out across the bare floor. Small bottles began to roll around as she stretched the small cloth scroll out to view it's entire contents. It was instructions, the directions she needed to go back.
Her hand grabbed the small chunk of coal, swiped from work just a few days before. Uneven gestures made small dark lines across the floorboards as she crawled across the floor on her bare knees. It took only moments. Standing up she inspected her work and compared it to the scroll for accuracy. Close enough.
Walking around the circle she stopped at every fourth or fifth pace to set a candle down and then light it, a small silver bowl and knife was placed carefully in the middle.
A second thought floated through her head as she once again inspected her work. She couldn't just show up naked...The lostboys were all so young, it just wasn't lady like. Wendy settled this by quickly slipping on a small lace shift, barely knee high and a dark read corset above it. A belt was placed around her hips securing a dagger into place.
It was time. Wendy carefully sat down in the center of her working. The scroll at her right and the bowl and knife just in reach before her. Her eyes flickered down to the small chant written on the cloth scroll as her lips moved to repeat it. ".....my path be straight and free from strife......many more adventures left upon my life....." Her words, to her seemed innocent and a little childish but she was promised the results she wanted. Raising the knife above her head Wendy slit a deep gash into her left hand and allowed it to bleed into the bowl.
Dizziness began to sweep over the girl as the room began to darken. Even the candle's flames where all but crushed beneath the darkness. Wendy repeated her chant again and again before there was complete and utter nothing.
It seemed like just a second had passed but yet more then a day or so all in one fleeting moment. Wendy's dark eyes fluttered open to find herself at the base of a tree trunk in a dense forest. Vines and leaves hung drunkenly above shielding her from most of the daylight. Her lips curved into a wide satisfied smile as her head sat back down against the mossy forest floor. In seconds she was gone once again. Taken by the familiar dreams of her past adventures in Neverland.
