Everything around Billy Jukes was dying. Everything he loved. Neverland was falling apart, and everything was going haywire. And it was all his fault.

The day had started out normal with no signs of the disaster that was to come. Everyone on the "Jolly Roger" got up earlier than they preferred, Billy Jukes set the table, and the men sat to eat the abomination Cookson had somehow mistaken for food. Then it was off to their chores as they all moaned about feeling ready to throw up.

"Stop your whining and get to work!" Hook growled at them, shaking his hook. Billy went immediately to work, knowing not to disobey the captain.

Just like a normal day, the Lost Boys came to play. There was a battle, plenty of cannon shots, Smee running around blowing his whistle like there's no tomorrow, and Hook duking it out with Peter Pan. (For once the battle's not important, or at least this one, so we'll just skip it. >hits fast-forward button<)

The Lost Boys retreated into the forest with much of the pirates' cargo. "AFTER THEM!" Hook roared. Hook, Jukes, Starkey, Mullins, and Smee piled into the longboat.

They came to shore and tied the boat off, setting off on foot, cutting the vines up that stood in their way. They could soon hear the sound of children laughing and knew that they were close.
'Children laughing,' Billy thought enviously. 'And playing with each other…with Slightly…' Billy and Slightly's friendship had deepened since they had saved Mullins' life. Lately, they were getting closer, like brothers.

"Jukes!" Mullins hissed. Billy snapped out of his daze and realized that Mullins had pulled him into a kneeling position behind some bushes. Luckily the others were too busy watching the Lost Boys to notice that he'd nearly given away their position.

"That was great!" Peter was laughing. "We stole it all from right under their noses!"

"You have no use for any of it, do you?" Wisp asked from his position, sitting on a cannonball that Curly, Slightly, and the twins carried with a box of a lot of cannonballs together.

"Nope!" Peter responded cheerily.

Wisp and Tinkerbell looked at each other and sighed. "Humans…" they both shrugged. "So you ARE bringing it back, right?" Tinkerbell asked, flying up to Peter.

"Sure I am, I'm not going to keep something around that I don't need…" Peter shrugged. "Besides, they're probably going to need the cannonballs."

"Oh yes, poor Jukes will probably die without being able to fire his cannon!" Nibs said dramatically, faking a death. "Oh, my dear cannon, how will I EVER survive without you?" The Lost Boys all laughed.

Billy felt his blood boil at the sight. They were all making fun of him! Mullins put a hand on his shoulder. "Don' let it get to ye, boy, ye'll get yer chance at 'em…" Mullins said. Billy nodded up at him and went back to watching while Mullins looked to Hook and the others for the signal.

"NOW!"

The pirates charged into the field, baring their swords. The Lost Boys were ready for them, and pulled out their own daggers. There was the clash of swords, the chilled excitement of what seemed like the greatest battle they'd ever fought. Jukes found his prey almost immediately. Nibs, the one who made such an effort to make fun of him, was now literally fending for his life.

"So, you think it's so funny that I prize my cannon…" Jukes snarled. "Maybe I should laugh that you prize your life…" He lashed out violently at Nibs. Nibs blocked with his dagger every way Jukes struck.

"Jeez," Nibs said. "Some people can't take a joke…" Suddenly, Billy lashed out with a greater force than he did before and Nibs' dagger careened out of his hand.

"How would you like it if you were laughed at because of something as important as the one actually prized possession in your life? Huh?" Jukes now had his dagger to Nibs' neck.

"HELP!" Nibs yelled. He could see the bloodthirsty gaze that Billy was giving him.

"Jukes stop it!" Slightly grabbed Billy's hand. "It's not worth killing someone over!"

"Let me go, Slightly!" Billy stood up and pulled his hand out of Slightly's grip. "I saw you laughing too! You're just as against me as the other boys!"

"Billy! Get a hold of yourself!" Slightly looked around and saw that the others were preoccupied.
He grabbed Billy's wrist and pulled him to the forest, away from the battle. He stopped in the middle of a field. "What's wrong with you?"

"You don't understand, Slightly!" Billy said. "No one does, I'm sick of it!" He turned away, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Billy…" Slightly sighed. Billy looked up, that was the first time anyone ever actually called him by his first name. Slightly put a hand on Billy's shoulder. "I know how it feels to get little respect, especially from Nibs…but that's no reason to kill anyone…"

"No…no you don't know how it feels…" Billy whispered. "Sometimes I wish…" Billy started.

"Billy, don't say anything rash…" Slightly warned. Billy didn't seem to hear him.

"I wish that Neverland…didn't existed…" Billy whispered.

"Billy, don't…" Slightly started. He didn't finish. The next thing he knew, he was lifted off of his feet, but he wasn't even flying.

Billy looked at him, startled. He didn't know what was happening. There was a loud rumbling and Billy looked around. Thing seemed to be there seemed to be an error in Neverland. "Slightly?!" he asked, frightened. Slightly seemed to be frozen in the air.

"Jukes!" the yell came from the forest. Billy knew it was Mullins. Mullins ran up to Billy, the rumbling ground making him lose balance and fall flat on his face.

"Mullins! Are you okay?" Billy asked.

"I'm fine, but what's going on?" Mullins asked.

"I don't know!" Billy was sobbing at this point. He'd never been so scared in his life.

"B-Billy!" Billy looked up, Slightly was struggling against whatever was holding him to talk. "It . . . It was you! This is the land of wishes! When you made that wish, even if you didn't mean it, it set off a chain reac-AAHH!" his scream pierced the air like a knife. Something struck him through his front. He fell to the ground. Slightly raised his head. "Billy...I...I'm still...your friend...even if you killed Neverland..." he choked. Blood was filling his lungs. A heavy wind carried the flag from the Jolly Roger to them, quite conveniently.

"Don't talk, cully..." Billy said, covering Slightly with the flag. Slightly smiled at him, before laying his head down again. "Slightly?" Billy whispered. "Slightly!"

"He's gone, lad..." Mullins said, patting Billy's shoulder. "What the..." Mullins turned around as something whizzed through the air. The same thing struck him that had struck Slightly. He fell backwards, grabbing his chest.

"MULLINS!" Billy yelled. He heard screaming behind him. Turning around, he saw two large, spear-like thorns sticking out of the rocks. Smee and Starkey hung off of them, completely lifeless. Billy shook his head. Everyone was going to die. And it was his entire fault. He jumped up to try and reach the others before whatever was happening got to them too.

In the forest, everything was catching on fire. Billy found the little hope that he needed to keep going. Peter Pan was still trying to get away from the forest. "Pan!" Billy yelled. But something troubled him. The thing that troubled him was the fact that Peter was running, not flying. Peter spotted him and ran over, coughing from the smoke.

"What are...you doing here?" Peter coughed.

"No time to explain, come on!" Peter followed Billy to the outside of the forest, away from the flames. They reached the beach and stopped. Billy gasped. The Jolly Roger was petrified.

"No...No..." Billy whispered. He fell on his hands and knees.

"I don't believe it..." Peter was shaking his head. "First the mermaids, then the Lost Boys, and now this?"

"W...what happened to the Lost Boys? And the mermaids?" Billy was almost afraid to find out.

"Well, when we started running after all the weird stuff started happening, we ended up at the mermaid pond. We were speechless, the whole thing was frozen over, and the mermaids had been frozen with it. Then when we went back to the forest, all of my Lost Boys suddenly stopped, including the Darlings. Then the forest caught on fire, and no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn't budge. Tinkerbell went back to Small Monday Island to see if they knew what was happening, but then there was an explosion and everything was gone there, including Tink..." Peter said, sadly. "Without Tinkerbell or the other faeries, we can't fly...so I was forced to run and find some way out. I found the edge of the forest and ran back, but when I got there...well...the Lost Boys and the Darlings were...they got caught in the fire..." Peter couldn't seem to bring himself to say it.

"I'm sorry, Peter..." Billy said, looking down.

"Did...you just call me Peter?" Peter asked.

"Yeah...yeah I did..." Billy said. "Peter, with you still alive, isn't there a chance that Neverland can start over again?"

"Yeah, I think so..." Peter thought for a second.

"Good, then there's still a..." Billy screamed as he jumped out of the way. Another of the spear-thorns had come out of the ground. "Peter, look out!" he yelled. But it was too late. Peter screamed as a spear-thorn came out from under him, and there was a sickening crunch as it shattered his rib cage and blood seemed to spurt out of the lethal wound. "Peter! No!" Billy yelled. "Now there's no chance to save Neverland..." Billy whispered to himself. "No chance to save my friends..." He stood up and staggered back to Mullins and Slightly's corpses. "I'm sorry, guys..." he whispered, placing a hand on each of them. He felt the tears run down his cheeks. He lifted his head and yelled, "I'd like to make one last wish before you finish this!" He took a deep breath before yelling, "I wish you'd kill me too!" In an instant, whatever it was that killed Mullins and Slightly, shot through the air and straight through his chest. He didn't feel any pain. His corpse lay to rest next to his two best friends.

And Neverland was dead.