Pan-demonium

[Devon Peregrine]

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[attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio

[attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G

[attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything in my post!

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Things were chaotic. But not necessarily for Rufio personally; just in the town. Someone was bringing people back from the dead for the purpose of creating havok and, it was damn well working. But again, it didn't concern Rufio. There was only one person, one presence that could be brought which would actually affect him.[break][break]

He knew it would not be his family. Those returning were heroes, villains, and everything in between. Rufio's concern lay with the middle possibility: a villain. One that Rufio had been close to, only to betray. One who thought he was dead, which only made Rufio more determined to secure this secret. Peter Pan.[break][break]

[attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back"

Rufio was not about to lower his guard. He seldom did, but now more than ever he refused to. He was currently walking through the abandoned woods -- for it was late at night and no one else was about. He was merely walking, needing to clear his head and take a break from all the people in the small town who were trying to deal with all the returns of others. [break][break]

It had taken Rufio time to feel like he wasn't being watched. In Neverland, everyones every move was often known by Pan. Rufio had to be extremely cautious of his actions -- even prior to his plot of mutiny. But in Storybrooke, while that paranoia hadn't fully gone, it had certainly diminished. The only time it returned was when that crew of misfits saved Henry Mills and unknowingly brought Pan back. [break][break]

But right now, Rufio felt it. He had that familiar feeling of eyes watching him, and he couldn't shake it off. His hood was over his head, his hands in the pocket of his jacket. He walked forward, not looking back but it got to a point where he could no longer ignore that nagging feeling that was consuming him. He felt watched. Was it truly just paranoia? Was there some legitimacy to it? [break][break]

There was only one way to find out. Rufio abruptly stopped walking, trees and darkness surrounding him. Taking a deep breath, keeping his stance and expression completely stoic, he finally turned around to see if there was indeed anyone watching him; if there was anyone following him . . . and he was going to confront it now. [break][break]

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It felt weird, this whole being back from the dead life. Pan didn't remember what it was after he died, where he was or what he felt. It just sort of all felt dark and cold. But, now that he as back, people were going pay. Rumple and Baelfire had their fate coming to them. He had to solely plan out their punishments. After all family should get the worst of it, no? Hook also would have his own revenge. But today Pan had a little special someone in mind.

It was someone who he thought he could trust, a person he had assumed would be he right hand guy, Rufio. His second in command had betrayed him, sought out passage to another world via his enemy, Hook. It was something Peter could never actually wrap his mind around. Maybe it was because Pan had actually let his guard down around Rufio, or maybe it was because he had let that boy be a substitute for Rumple for so long. Either way, Rufio was his main target now.

He had been surprised that he had been out so late, all alone, and in the middle of the forest. It was almost as though fate was on Pan's side. He felt a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he slowly followed behind Rufio, his feet making sure not to make a sound. There was an exhilarating feeling running up his spine as the night progressed. He had no actual plan, and honestly Pan wasn't one hundred percent sure what he wanted to do once he was really face to face with Rufio.

There had been so much in his mind, but now trailing slowly behind him he was drawing a blank. Though, once Rufio abruptly stopped and turned around, the smirk that had began to spread across his face only grew and then he let out a small chuckle.

He licked his lips and looked around the forest for a moment, his eyes looking up at the clear night sky. "Rufio...or is it Devon now? I can't keep up. I suppose that's what happens when you're dead for a bit." He shrugged a bit before his gaze made it back to Rufio's eyes. "Did you miss me, brother?"

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