Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

Hedda had never felt any particular affection to kids - she loathed them and therefore it was no wonder that this little fellow feared her. Old, auntie Hedda did not know, how to speak with children. Hell, she creeped most of the adults too. Yet for some reason this kid's fear seemed almost... amiable. And when his eyes locked with hers, she stopped and held the gaze, momentarily mesmerized by the intensity of that look.

It was... as if he knew, what was coming. Somewhere deep inside a child that had such a mature look had to know. Or maybe it was her sick mind playing tricks with her. Whatever was the reason Hedda, who had never cared for a single person in her life, suddenly felt almost pity towards this kid. Therefore she sat down next to him and nuzzled the soft fur on his nape. And as dripping blood streaked the young's fur crimson, she murmured in his ear: "There, there... don't you worry..."