Summary: Silly Red, Peter Pan never gives up…
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
“No!” cried Red as he felt the city die around him. “Stop! Go back!” He has no energy left to do anything but stare upwards through the windows into the black emptiness of the gallery. He’s alone and the city is dying and it’s really truly over.
He turns as the walls melt away behind him, torn to pieces by a silver cloud of lightning and standing in the midst of the storm is Peter Pan.
“It’s too late.” Red says.
“Never.” Says Peter Pan, voice knife sharp and eyes dancing with a thousand lights.