Pan's-Labyrinth

A Story by Abishai100

A prince of the Windy-City makes claim he's the actual Peter Pan and teams with a bank-teller for an insurance-theater of eco-capitalism proportions stretched to UK.

An inventive heist-tale set in the American Homeland.

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Amlan Satan believed he was Peter Pan somehow born onto Earth as a human, the iconic folkloric flying-boy swordsman/musketeer who alongside his Lost-Boys team of youth-heroes challenge the villainous-fascist Captain Hook. Pan was made 'celebrity' by the writer's quill of author JM Barrie and captured a timeless fascination with soaring and landing and infiltration and misadventure, and that's why Amlan Satan found him ideal for personality-identification(s) for a Windy-City bank-language of Selfie-consumerism culture commentary (eco-capitalism) helmets worth its weight in leviathan/silver. Follow along!

SATAN: "I've found a fantastic team-buddy, a Windy-City teller-man (Rafe), for Halloween."

RAFE: This is where I plan to invest our (earned?) eco-commissions for Windy-City text(s).

AMLAN: Sounds-dialysis, pal; we'll be the new Lost-Boys force of capitalism's texts/books!

RAFE: So, I'm Rufio, Peter Pan's sort of first-knight pal, eh?

AMLAN: Your eatery-dive venture view is Windy-City B+ (at least!).

RAFE: Facebook-like.

Rafe studied communications in Michigan and wanted to be a simple civil servant or bureaucrat but was swept-away with Amlan Satan's special Lost-Boys (JM Barrie) languages for Selfie-consumerism culture commentary 'consciousness' for eco-capitalism (blood-diamond) commerce/traffic inquiry for insurance and the 'fashion' of resource/treasure extractions dodecahedrons.

Halloween came 'round, and these 2 'fantastic' Lost-Boys found themselves in a theater-performance about (Ion-co.) bank-box treasures-storages media-photo stunts for eco-capitalism languages and insurance street-gossip; but when the escorting guardsman (Leo) took them to the Ion-box in the vault-area of the challenged/sullied Windy-City bank building that day (noon!), the two 'Lost-Boys' revealed their theater prop insurance/eco-mining assembled tool was to be used to burn the Ion-box and swap the stored (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' with glass-animal toys (Facebook-like).

BANK MANAGER: They left an insurance note, "Sent by Ion (prepaid-eco); insurance-note."

INTERVIEW: Was this some internal Ion-deed for theater for eco-capitalism gossip?

BANK MANAGER: The stored diamonds were merely insured/rumored blood-diamonds.

INTERVIEW: Perchance it was some inside-work (Interpol-relation?) for eco-hyperbole?

BANK MANAGER: For purposes of pre-Xmas consumerism IQ, we stay-out of this loop.

INTERVIEW: Aha, Selfie-like.

AMLAN: This is a great Super Bowl ticket.

RAFE: You're in-love with that Patriot-girl.

AMLAN: These two teams met in the 20th-Century, ya know.

RAFE: Yeah, she's got spirit (cool!).

AMLAN: Windy-City's end zone(s).

RAFE: Selfie-like.

Did Amlan marry the field sweetheart he courted/greeted at an iconic (American Homeland) Windy-City helmet-football media 'event' for the pages? We won't tell you, but his Lost-Boys 'invention' is sufficiently a 'Patriot-America' for all time (and eco-capitalism!).

FBI: This damn eco-theater prop tool (left-behind with Leo!) is some sword for humors.

BANK-TELLER: Let's catch wind for wire of Windy-City leviathan, good sir.

FBI: Where's the Hook-America?

The Ion-co. items really were blood-diamonds, heading to (and returning from!) the already fare-challenged UK, where incomplete-distances to Western world consumerism hand-axes Selfie-like made for the language-arts of what Amlan Satan ("Peter Pan") called the Annals of Dartmouth (for the books!).