Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

Things happened too quickly for Peter to react or even understand, what was going on. All he was aware of was the crushing force around his neck, the inability to breathe and the darkness that crept from all corners of his vision, erasing images first, then muting down the sounds and finally the numerous smells that had been tickling his nostrils earlier, narrowed down to one. That horrible stench of dying body, enclosing him completely.

A small, whistling sigh escaped his throat and, as the soul left it's shell, the boy's body became limp. Somewhere a tiny heart fought for it's last beats, but the spirit once named Peter Pan Redhawk was not there anymore to appreciate it, being on it's way back to the stars than once again sang to him and welcomed him home.