Her taunting did no help to her situation or to Peter coming to a decision. He had no idea what to do. He’d honestly never really shot a gun before; true, he’d been given it to hold and aim at people, even as a gift for christmas once by Mister Darling but actually pulling the trigger had never been part of his job description. He even remembered promising quietly to himself that he’ll never pull it out of his hiding place under his bed even if he was on the verge of dying after witnessing a close friend of theirs die by the same means but here he was, standing, gripping it tightly in his hands and actually considering it.
He breathed heavily as he continued to stare at it, feeling just absolutely oblivious and lost to everything, before he turned his eyes back at the girl’s words, the questions that hung in the air.
“He’ll think I’m a coward.” He replied, no sense of bitterness in his tone just pure fact. He knew he would. He was thinking it himself. But there was only one thing left in the world that Peter clung to in this messed up underworld of theirs. He wasn’t a killer. “What exactly did he tell you we did? What in hell could you possibly know about what went down between us? He made his choice and so did you!” He spat at her, inching a little closer, hands still gripped tightly around the gun dangerously. “I really don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t just pull the trigger.”
Molly felt a laugh come up at what he had said and it burned all her muscles but she still lay there laughing for a long moment before looking up at him.
“I know exactly what went down with you lot. But first I’ll tell you why you won’t shoot me.”
Her train of thought faded for a moment and the pain came back. The elbow to the stomach was coming back to haunt her. Peter was strong, perhaps a little too strong for her and she was pretty sure she had some internal damage from all the kicking. A second later and she was finding it hard to breathe before she finally spat up some blood. Once she had finished she rested her head back against the wall.
“You won’t shoot me because… well, what’s the point? I’m already dead. We both are.”
(Source: mollyastor)
Blue eyes just stared into hers, glaring immensely but despite all of that, despite the deadly cruel menace that was so alien to Peter’s usually encompassing amused ones, if you looked hard enough you could still see the great restraint in them. The soft core underneath all that hardened anger. Peter pan was many things but he wasn’t a murderer.
He wasn’t a coward either. But did walking away and just leaving her bloodied knocked out form in the middle of an abandoned warehouse make him a coward?
He wasn’t sure and the thought consumed him as he just slammed her against the wall again and tightened his grip even more around her neck as she spoke, hoping to stop any more sound from coming from her and maybe even the oxygen she still managed to intake.
“That would hold so much more value if you just hadn’t shot me, Molls.” He whispered, leaning in closer, his grip tightening again before his own arms started shaking from the pressure and he had to let her go and fall onto the floor. He grimaced again as he kicked her mercilessly in the gut again before turning around and reaching for the gun, stopping to just stare at it in his hands - ignoring her excruciating groaning.
Even with her eyes shut she could feel him glaring at her. There was something about Peters eyes that chilled her to the core - they were dead. Perhaps something had happened, he’d done something once that caused him to show no mercy. Molly knew he wanted to kill her, and damn, if he tried hard enough she knew he would. She was hoping for it.
He spoke about valuing what she had said and her stomach tightened in both anger and sadness. It was true, she had looked up to Peter once, alas her eyes were now set on Hook, but for Molly there was still something there with Peter. She didn’t know what to make of it but from the recent massacre she knew this was the time to let him know he had some friends within the Jolly Rodgers despite his stance with the Lost Boys.
As he dropped her the pain increased leaving her lay there on the wet ground gasping for air. She thought leaving him to walk away without making a comment before she realised he was going for the gun. So,through the immense pain she pulled herself up so she had her back against the wall.
“Go on. Do it. What will James think? How could one of you Lost Boys do that to him?”
(Source: mollyastor)
