Hello everyone, and welcome to my first fic for Once Upon A Time! *yeah yeah yeah* In my opinion the best TV-show I have ever seen! Better than Grey's Anatomy and Who is the Mole!
I really do hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or any of the official characters or the Idea of Peter Pan and the Neverlands. I only own my OC Emily and the idea of her lifestory.
Thank you for taking your time to read through this opening crap and I wont take anymore of your reading time. Let's start!
Lost in Timeless Horizons - chapter 1 - Welcome to Neverland
- Emily P.O.V. -
Why is it, that when another one of those most important moments of your life occurs, every other living being seems to momentarily freeze, the only movements are made by yourself and those included in that very special moment that could change the very meaning of your life! That agonizing moment when every movement you make slows down to an frustrating slow pace. And the one you're chasing after is getting farther and farther away from you, even though you try to run as fast as your legs allow you to, they're to far out of reach and you can't seem to catch up to them no matter how badly you want it.
I had watched in horror at Tamara and Greg running to the docks of Storybrook, dragging a way too familliar strugling little boy with them. I had started the chase at the very moment, driven insane at the very thought of Henry disappearing. I knew what their plan had been as soon as I had caught a glimpse of the magic bean that was clenched tightly in Tamara's hand, and I knew that only over her dead body would she lose another one of those precious beans.
"Henry!" I shouted, my voice echoing over the almost abandoned harbor, the little boy turned to look at me, his brown, puppydog eyes looked frightened as if begging me to not let the two of them take him away. And I wouldn't, not even in a hundred thousand million years would I let someone to the likes of them take away someone I cared about so much against his will to God knows where.
I quickened my pace, running even faster than before but doubling the stabs of pain that jolted throughout my limps, and I noticed I finally started to catch up to them. The loud thuds of my sneakers were like the beats of the drum in my ears as they could be heard through the docks as I ran over the wooden planks, jumping over a lost crate or two and dogded the small piles of sloppy barrels that were unlogically placed in the port. I didn't let any kind of obstacle get in my way as I dashed towards the group, I saw Tamara drop the bean in the ocean, creating a small vortex which grew in a quick pace until it was about three metres wide, wide enough for them to jump through without any kind of complications.
Except for one.
Because right at the moment they jumped into the emerald green portal in the dark waters of the sea I had managed to grab onto the tail of Greg's jacket and traveled with them through the gate to the next world. The opening had closed behind us, not allowing any more passengers to follow after us, and the end of the tunnel came into eyesight.
Only a moment later were we thrown out of the green portal that vanished into thin air as we landed with soft thuds onto the even softer sand of the beach in the unknown. After I had spat the sand out of my mouth and rubbed the grains out of my eyes I could see my surroundings. The beach we were thrown on was the whitest and most beautiful beach I had ever seen and the warm temperature made the hem of my black camisole stick to my body.
It looked like we were at some kind of tropical island, the palmtrees at the edge of the beach were slowly rocking back and forth on a soft yet warm breeze as the bluest ocean one could ever witness reached out its wet hands over to the warm draught of the white sand, leaving behind only a few small clouds of fresh seafoam on the edges, almost as if marking its territory.
I quickly turned around at the sound of a soft yet clearly hearable click and I found Tamara glaring angrily at me while pointing a gun at my head.
"How did you get here?" She hissed. "Did you follow us?"
Greg joined Tamara by taking out his own gun that had probably been taped to his back and pointed it at my legs, probably with the intention of shooting me if I tried to make a run for it. Wounded legs wouldn't kill me, they would just immobilize me, leaving me inable to take another step untill they were completely healed.
"That little pest grabbed onto my jacket's tail," Greg answered Tamara as he foccused his soft glare at me, the angry look in his eyes was by far not as scary as Tamara's menaching fury. Her eyes were pitchblack, like a night without stars, a deep nightmare with no end, a song for the dead cursing the life as tone after tone would be played.
"We can't have this!" Tamara snapped at Greg. "The people from Home Office can be here any minute! What will they say when they see we can't even handle a simple leverage without draggin dead weight allong with us?"
"Tamara, calm down!" Greg tried to reason her, not knowing that saying 'calm down' to a woman who's already in rage would only make it worse.
"I AM CALM!" Tamara shouted at him to shut him up. And I felt a little sorry for the poor man, hardened through so many bitter years, brought to the wrong side of life in his desperate wish for revenge
"Look," I started, my voice a little shaky from the mixture of fear and left-over-adrenaline that was still pumped through my veins after I had been chasing them over the docks back in the real world. "I just.."
"Shut your trap little princess!" Tamara interupted me with a low hiss. "Unless you want me to blow up that pretty little head of yours." She threatened.
"Please don't hurt her!" Henry pleaded as he came to stand in front of me, his small arms spread as if trying to form a safety shield to cover for me.
"Stay away kid!" Greg said quickly. "I don't want you to get hurt okey?"
"Please!" Henry begged again. "You can't hurt her!"
"Give us one good reason why not!" Tamara demanded, her dark eyes moves away from my face to Henry's. The gun however didn't move even a little bit from its aim.
"She's my sister!" Henry said.
Technically, I wasn't really his sister, but we've been together like every other moment when we were little, I had been there for him as we grew up together. I had been there with Regina as Henry had said his first words, finally learning how to put his feelings and thoughts into words. We had helped him to take his first steps into this dangerous world and together we had walked into so many adventures.
So yeah, you could say, that at some moment, we actually had become siblings.
That seemed to reason Tamara and Greg so they lowered their guns and let me off the hook.
"Fine," Tamara spat at Henry and me. "Just don't try anything funny, because I wont hesitate to shoot you down!"
I let out the breath I had been holding and sank down, sitting down onto the sand I tried to calm my frightened heart.
"Thank you," I brought out to Henry.
"I should thank you!" He said and sat down next to me.
"Thank me for what?" I asked confused and looked at him.
"For comming after me," He replied with a kind smile on his face. "That was really brave of you!"
I smiled back at him and pulled him into a quick hug.
"Anything for my family." I said.
...
Tamara and Greg had dragged us over the beach to their meeting point with Home Office. I held Henry's hand as we marched in a steady pace while Tamara and Greg were walking behind us, guns ready to shoot if we even thought of escaping. They were softly whispering to each other, not knowing I could hear them very well.
"What'll we do with the girl if they don't want her?" Greg asked.
"If they don't want her then I don't want to drag her back with us, she could ruin everything!" Tamara replied softly. "It would be best for us and Home Office if we'd shoot her!"
The thought of small iron bulletins piercing my body and draining away my life source didn't sound even the least appealing to me and I unconsciously clenched Henry's hand a little tighter. He gave me a reassuring squeeze, as if trying to say to not be scared and that everything would be fine.
Ironic, I used to be the one to tell him that.
"Okey you two, into the jungle!" Tamara ordered as she walked in front of us to lead us the way to my death. But I definitely wouldn't let it come that far! So after a few minutes of silence I started to calculate in my mind what would be the best and quickest way of escape. That plan included both me and Henry alive and well running away from these two creeps as they withered in pain on the ground.
I noticed many branches laying on the ground, some were thin other way to thick for me to even lift. Untill my eyes wandered to one that was perfect. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Greg looking around him as a look of pure boredom made its way to his eyes. So I did what I had to do, what my instincs told me to do. I completely tuned out for a moment and became a soldier, just like David had taught me.
An immage of me and Henry practising how to handle a sword while David looked, encouraged and instructed us as we went at each other with lots of giggles and laughter.
I let go of Henry's hand, bent down and grabbed the branch from the ground and whacked it into Greg's face. The second hit was in his guts, making him bend forward as I landed the stick on his head. I turned around and hit Tamara straight in her face as she turned around, gun held up as if to shoot. Due to the impact she accidentally pulled the trigger and the bullet bored its way into my upper leg.
I winced out of pain but didn't let it distract me enough to loose her out of my sight and I balded my left hand into a tight fist that left my knuckles to turn white and rammed it into her jaw, her head jerked to the left and I hit her with the branch in her side before she fell to the ground.
I turned around once more to take a look at Henry and saw he too had grabbed a branch and was landing hit after hit on Greg untill he finally stopped moving and stayed down. He turned to look at me with a proud smile on his face, it made me feel just as proud to see my little brother like this. I remembered how he had said once that he was tired of reading about the heroes in his book and that he wanted to become one himself.
And in my opinion, he had already become a hero when he had left Storybrook to find his real mother and the savior of all fairy tale creatures all the way up in Boston, or when he ate the poisoned apple treat Emma had gotten from Regina when she said she'd leave Storybrook, he had almost killed himself and he knew that there was the possibility of dying was huge and not something to be taken lightly. He had done it nontheless, and now he was here, watching my back from two crazypeople, misled by their believes in a lie.
A snap of a twig breaking made the small hairs in my neck stand up straight as a cold shiver ran down my spine. We weren't alone nor safe. The sound of many pairs of heavy footsteps and a couple of grunts came closer by the second. So I didn't hesitate when I grabbed Henry's wrist and dragged him along into the opposite direction, deeper into the dark jungle. I did not dare to take close looks at my surroundings, afraid that the breathtaking magical landscape would make me stand still, so I focussed on the ground in front of me, placing step after step through the way to high grass while pushing branches out of the way.
I hadn't noticed that Henry had letten go of my hand untill I saw him running up ahead of me.
"Emily, this way!" He shouted at me as he turned to the right and I followed him as fast as I could. Which wasn't all that easy because my right foot was on the verge of turning completely numb as a warm sensation ran down from the upper half of my leg. I had kept on running untill I couldn't see him anymore, my eyes widened in horror as I turned around to search desperately for the little boy, hoping furiously that I would see him dart through the bushes somewhere if I looked hard enough. But I didn't. And that's what made me freak out.
"Henry?" I asked awkwardly to the empty space around me. "Henr..!" I tried to shout but a large hand covered my mouth to silence me as another hand snaked its way around my waist pulling me into the bushes nearby. I started to trash to get myself out of the stranger's firm hold on me.
"Emily calm down!" Henry whispered as he appeared next to me. "Trust me, we need to be silent, so please stop making so much noise!"
I saw Henry sitting in front of me, his hands on his knees as he sat in front of me. Only then did it started to dawn at me, if Henry wasn't the one who had pulled me into the bushes and into an imprisoning embrace, then who was. I started to trash again but the arm around my waist only tightened its hold forcing me to stop moving.
"Emily, please!" Henry pleaded. "Calm down, he's not going to hurt you!"
He? I was sitting between some stranger's legs, who turned out to be a HE, and he told me to calm down? This guy could be dangerous!
I tried to calm down nontheless, figuring that freaking out right now might be a bad choice, a very bad choice that I would regret making, but my racing heart almost didn't allow me to. It didn't help either when I heard earsplitting screams of agony crushing the silence around us. I had recognized those voices. It turned deadly silent after that.
I pulled the large hand from my mouth, the other hand had letten go of my waist.
"Was that what I think it was?" I whispered to Henry.
"Greg and Tamara!" Henry replied nodding his head.
"They're probably dead." The stranger said. And I turned around to take a first glance at him, the first word that popped up in my mind to describe was handsome, very handsome to be exact. (well duh I mean what would be the point if he was ugly!) His light brown hair was a little messy and looked darker because of the dirt that was mixed with it's original color, he had quite a pale skin which made his hair look even darker but his stunning forest green eyes look even greener.
"Who are you?" I asked, a little hint of suspicion could be heard in my question to this unknown boy.
"Don't worry," He replied in a British accent. "I'm one of the good guys." He added with a kind smile.
"Yeah.. how did you get here on the island?" I asked. "You're not a lost boy, aren't you?" I quickly scooted over to henry protectively wrapping my arms around his shoulders, wincing in pain when I moved my leg too sudden.
"Em are you alright?" Henry asked a little concerned, his eyes widened in shock when he noticed all the blood on my jeans. "You're bleeding!" He exclaimed. "Did you get shot?"
"It's nothing!" I assured him, it was a lie, but I didn't want him to worry. "Just a scratch!"
"A scratch doesn't bleed that much!" The British stranger said with a frown on his face as he watched a drop of ruby red blood drip to the ground. I could almost say that the look in eyes could only be described as... fascination! Okay, cute British guy was being creepy here!
"I'm fine! Really!" I assured them. "We can deal with this later, right now we need to find a safer place to hide!"
They both nodded in agreement but shared a woried glance, they didn't believe me when I said I was fine. But that didn't matter right now, the only important thing right now was to get Henry to safety, because no way in a lifetime would I let my little brother fall into the hands of the Home Office. So we moved from our safe bushes and made a run for it, we followed our just met ally who seemed to know the way. Maybe he knew it a little bit too well for my liking, but since I didn't knew the way myself I had to trust this stranger to lead us to freedom.
We kept running for a few minutes untill Henry started to slow down.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"Can.. we.. please rest.. for a minute?" He asked between his panting.
"Sure!" I replied. "You okay with it?" I asked to the stranger.
He simply nodded in response.
Henry sat down on the ground, closing eyes and leaning back against a tree.
I turned back to the guy and saw him playing with something around his neck.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Pixie dust," He scowled. "But it doesn't work even the slightest!"
"Where did you get it?" Henry asked, his eyes open again as he watched our newfound friend with curious eyes.
"Stole it from Pan," He said. "Guess I brought my life into danger for no reason, seeming as this trash is worhtless!"
"You stole it from Pan? So you are a lost boy, or actually ex-lost boy." I concluded. "Why did you steal it?"
"To get off of this bloody island." The guy replied.
"But.. I don't understand!" Henry exclaimed. "Pixie dust always works, as long as you believe in it!"
"Henry's right!" I added. "My mom used to tell me that seen isn't believing, believing is seen!"
"Those are noble words from a grown-up." The boy said and scowled at the word 'grown-up'. "But I stopped believing in them a long time ago,"
...
We continued our way through the jungle, heading up a hill for quite a while, and my wounded leg almost screamed out of protest by sending jolts of immense pain through my body at the smallest movement. I had a hard time to keep up with them and hold back my moans of pain. I was so focussed on watching where I was placing my steps that I failed to notice that Henry and British-stranger had ceased their movements. So I bumped into the back of the stranger falling down on my but while softly whimpering.
He turned around and held out his hand for me to grab. I gladly accepted his offer and let him pull me of the ground. Worst. Descision. Ever. Made! My wounded leg had become all stiff and numb, so when I moved the pressure from my left to my right I swear I couldn't have felt more pain than that very moment. I lost my balance and fell forward straight into the stranger's arms.
"You alright?" He asked.
"I'm.. fine." I lied between heavy pants.
"You're quite stubborn you know that," He said and chuckled softly. "Why wont you just admit that you need help?"
"Because I don't want your help, I don't need it!" I replied.
"So you can walk on your own?" He asked raising one of his eyebrows. A mischievous glint had appeared in his mysterious green eyes, but it was gone before I even started to feel the dark shivers slowly creeping up my spine. Something about this guy was very trustunworthy, he seemed normal but I couldn't help the hint of suspicion nestling itself in the cold pit of my stomache.
I'm fine," I said to him. "Thank you." I added in an afterthought.
The stranger just chuckled and released his hold on me. I had trouble at standing straight first but I had said I was fine and I didn't want to look ridiculous in front of him by falling over again. So I sucked in a deep breath and tried not to make even a single noise as I watched not to limp or drag my leg along as I went further up the hill.
"You guys should see this!" Henry called from the top. I laughed half-heartedly, seeming as the kid had this unbreakabke cheerfullness over him and a better condition than I had. "The view is amazing!"
And as soon as we reached the hill's peak we all stood still, totally flabbergasted at the magical view and taking a few moments to admire it.
"You can see so much from here!" I said. " Is that an indian camp over there?" I asked and pointed to the small group of tents on the edge of our view. A single trace of darkgrey smoke slowly sneaked its way into the clear blue sky.
"Where?" Henry asked.
"Right next to the mountain. On that red rock platform near the coast!" I replied.
"I can see it!" Henry said.
"Sharp eyes you have." The guy commented. "Most people tend to overlook the smaller details that actually stand out once noticed." That same sinister look crept into his eyes but vanished just as quick as it had appeared. "It's better if we stay here for a while. Wouldn't want to run into unwanted company, now do we?"
"He's right." Henry said. "We have almost no idea where we're going, so maybe it is better to figure out where we are going before running into seven puddles at a time." ( It's the dutch translation of: in zeven sloten tegelijk lopen. Which means that you run into several different problems at the same time.)
I hated to admit it but they were right. And even though every vessel of my body called out for me to run before the trouble would catch up with you, I agreed on staying. Only for a couple of minutes as we didn't know wether there was really someone after us or not, and the answer to that question was most likely to be yes.
"Since we all agreed on staying here," The guy said, amazing myself that I still didn't knew his name. That pretty much left me calling him 'that guy' and 'Brittish stranger'. "maybe it's time for a little check on that 'scratch' of yours." He said focussing his attention on me as I shifted a little uncomfortable underneath that heavy gaze of his.
...
A quick glance was all he had needed to state the obvious. My scratch wasn't 'just fine' and certainly not qualifued to be called a minor wound at all.
"It could've cost you your leg," He said while he cut a long piece of fabric from the cloak he was wearing and tied it tightly around my upper leg, right above my shot wound to prevent even more blood to spill from my body. "Why didn't you say it wasn't okay?" He said and his face wrinkled in confusement as his dark eyebrows knitted together, which gave his face a slightly more adorable touch.
I hissed as he tied the last knot.
"I didn't want Henry to worry about me," I said as I nodded in his direction. He had turned his back at me at the moment as he knelt by the little stream not too far from my sight to collect the water just like the stranger had asked him to. "Hey."
He looked up to meet my gaze. As if motioning me to continue.
"What's your name actually?" I asked. "It's quite weird to keep calling you a stranger."
He chuckled slightly and grinned before answering me. "Malcolm," He said. "Mind to tell me yours 'stranger'?"
"It's Emily," I replied. "Malcolm," I said slightly playing with the name to get the hang of it. "It fits you."
"Here's the water you asked for." Henry had returned with a full waterskin in his hands. He had gotten it from Malcolm when he had send him to get it.
"Thanks," He said with a kind smile on his face before emptying the contents of the waterskin onto my wound to clean it from whatever filth had made it up in there. I hissed and winced slightly as the fresh and clean water stung on my sensitive flesh.
After he had poured half of the waterskin's containts on my wound he had given it back to Henry to hold it for a sec as he dried it off with another piece of his cloak, this time covering the wound instead of wrapping around it. I whimpered quite loud as he tied another tight knot to keep the improvised bandage in its place, the black fabric was now tightly wrapped around my leg, it stung but didn't bleed. And I was gratefull for that.
I leaned back against the soft bark of the palmtree, trying to ignore the stabs of pain as I focussed on breathing in a regular pace.
"What shall we do now?" Henry asked as he came to sit next to me. "We can't just sit here and do nothing, we have to come up with a plan!"
"The kid's right," Malcolm said and he flashed Henry a smile. "We have to think of something before they find us!"
"They?" I asked. "Who are they?"
"The Lost Boys," He simply replied. "Pan's minions, they're probably searching for us this very moment, their tracking skills are amazing. I wouldn't be surprised if there was already someone watching us this very moment!"
Speaking of the devil atracts the most unwanted guests, Malcolm hadn't even finished his sentence or the snap of a twig made me jerk back only to find a pair of dark eyes staring at us from the bushes. An evil grin appeared on its face as I heard him mutter: "Found ya."
"Is it time to run?" I asked.
"You're not taking a single step on that leg!" Malcolm said resolute, making it impossible for me to protest.
"Then how do you suggest me to move?" I asked as sudden fear struck me like ice. "You're not going to leave me here, are you?"
"Oh please, what kind of person do you think I am?" He asked with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
"I think you're still the questionable stranger you were an hour ago!" I replied.
"I told you my name and took care of your 'scratch'!" He said with a mocking pout.
"That doesn't prove anything!"
"Yes it does!"
"No it doesn't!"
"Guys could you stop this!" Henry interupted our childish bickering. "We have bigger problems to deal with!"
As if to strenghten his words, a couple of shouts and hunting cries could be heard throughout the jungle. They seemed to come from all around us, so we all guessed that staying so clear in sight would make it much easier for them to find us.
"What'll we do?" I asked slightly panicked. "If they catch us, leaving this island will be much harder, almost impossible!"
I had just about finished my sentence when I felt a pair of strong arms press me against a muscular chest and lift me from the ground. I looked up only to see Malcolm's face inches away from mine. I felt my heart skip a beat as I felt my cheecks starting to burn.
I had never been this close to a guy before!
"Let's go!" Was all he said before he walked down the hill again, Henry followed after him, he had to take two steps to keep up with the taller boy who was now walking twice as fast as the Lost Boys seemed to get closer by the second. I could almost hear their angry breathing as we made our way through the woods and I wrapped my arms around Malcolm's neck as he jumped over a boulder that was in his path.
"Where are we going?" Henry asked.
"The Echo Caves, they can't track us in there, so it should be a safe place to hide for a while." Malcolm replied to him. He wanted to turn right but was interupted by Henry.
"No not that way!" He said and turned left.
"Henry!" I called after him and strugled my way out of Malcolm's arms and ran after the little guy.
"Trust me!" He called back and disappeared into the bushes as Malcolm followed the kid's footsteps. At first we all thought we were running towards our freedom, away from the Lost Boys and a very possible and dangerous enemy, that we would find the way out of this crazy adventure we didn't want to start with. Instead, we headed towards a dead end. A very high stop before we would fall down into the definite end of everything that dared to cross the boarderline. We had stopped in front of a very high cliff, barely managing to step back as the edge crumbled beneath our feet.
"That's a bit too close for my liking!" I said and dragged Henry away who was standing a little bit too close to the end of the cliff. I had only managed to grab him before it even dared to look like he was about to tumble into his death. "Don't scare me like that kid," I muttered as my heart was still pounding a little too hard.
"Sorry Ems." He said and smiled a little goofy, seeming as he was a little shaky too.
"What shall we do now!" I turned to Malcolm who looked incredibly calm! "We're at a dead end! And the Lost Boys are probably right behind us too!"
"They're over here!" A not that far away shout made the blood in my veins run cold.
"They're here!" I shrieked.
More and more footsteps came closer as my mind was becoming foggy of the overload of adrenaline that was pumping like crazy through my body that I had a very hard time thinking rationally. I had to take lots of deep breaths to keep it together and not to freak out completely, for both my sake and Henry's.
"The pixie dust!" Henry shouted, scaring me a little with his sudden ouburst before it finally got through to me what he was saying.
"Ofcourse the pixie dust!" I said. "We can fly off the cliff!"
"I already told you! It's garbage it doesn't work!" Malcolm said bitterly.
"Pixie dust is meant to make you fly!" Henry replied with a broad smile that lit up his face. "All you have to do is believe!"
"I most certainly do not believe!" Malcolm said resolutely.
"That's alright," I told him. "Henry believes enough for two."
"What about you?" He asked.
"I'll be fine, I grew up with this little believer, I'll have enough to fly for myself!" I said with a proud smile towards my little brother who had taken the small vile with pixie dust from Malcolm's neck and had grabbed my hand to walk towards the edge of the cliff, he had opened the little vile and the two of us shot a questioning glance at Malcolm, who was still standing five steps away from us.
"What about you?" I asked. "You're not comming?"
He shrugged but flashed me a smile too. "It's not like I have much choice now have I?" He said and came to stand next to us.
"Okay hold on!" Henry said as he emptied the vile and we were covered in a shimmering golden curtain of sparkling fairy dust. I had grabbed Malcolm's hand as Henry and I jumped and I dragged him with me. At first we fell down but soon enough we slowly started to drift down. And even sooner we landed safely with our feet on the solid ground of the bottom of the cliff. I couldn't have felt more terrified but excited at the same time, flying was a thrilling sensation and I would gladly do it again!
"We did it!" I exhailed with a smile on my face. "We actually flew!"
"See? Anything is possible as long as you believe!" Henry smiled both in pride and excitement.
"You couldn't be more right Henry," Malcolm said, a smirk on his face.
All of a sudden his hand, I had been holding all this time, turned icy could underneath my fingertips and I jerked it out of his freezing hold. My instincts kicked in again as I saw the guy almost transform. His expression, his posture even his eyes. The kind look he was carrying before, had been removed and replaced by a more sinister glint I could've sworn I had seen before, it had been during those moments that cold shivers had been rolling down my back.
I quickly walked towards Henry and protectingly wrapped my arms around his tiny shoulders as I pressed his back to my body, trying to get him as far away from the guy as possible. I should have listened to my suspicion when I still had the chance to get as far away from the guy who was now wearing a more evil look on his boyish face that was hardened by the dark gloom hanging over it.
"I must say I'm quite disappointed in you two," He said as he came closer to us, his British accent had something threatening now that he didn't have to pretend to be kind anymore. I dragged Henry with me as I took step after step to keep the gap between us and the Lost Boy as wide as possible. "You were so naive to actually believe that a complete stranger could be trusted, not to mention that you are in Neverland, a place where trust is the last thing you'll find in a person!"
"So you admit then that you are a Lost Boy after all!" I accused. "You work for Pan!"
"Oh how clever of you little girl," He said and smirked making my heart jump a little in my chest. "Almost, almost, and here I thought you finally got the answer! So no, I don't work for him at all!" He advanced towards us and I shoved Henry behind me to keep at least a little bit of distance between him and my little brother. That didn't prevent him from getting closer and he didn't stop untill his face was once again only inches away from mine, only this time I could feel his cold breath tickling my face.
"I am Peter Pan." He said and his smirk grew wider. "And you, little girl, are in my way!"
"Don't even think of laying even a single finger on him!" I hissed. "I wont let you!"
"Oh I'm touched by such caring words!" He said with a smile full of fake sentiment which faded soon enough with a slight angrier look as he grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from Henry right into his strong hold.
"Henry run!" I screamed and was spun around by Pan to watch my little brother flash me one last nervous glance before disappearing through the trees. I sighed in relieve but tensed again when Pan got hold of my other wrist too and pressed himself against my back. His strong arms wrapped themselves around me, locking me up in his forced embrace that fel more like imprisonement than comfort. I heard him chuckle and surpressed another shiver when I felt his cold breath in my neck.
"Let's see how far he gets before my boys'll catch him!" He whispered before taking a little distance from my ear as he shouted. "Come on, boys!"
My heart dropped when Lost Boys began to emerge from the shadows that were around every corner, their dark clothing had helped them to hide in the shades like cowards. But the evil and cold look on their hardened faces told me they were all but cowards.
"Let's play!"
Wow, this chapter took soo much longer than I expected it would! It also turned out to be way much logner then I intended!
Anyways hope you enjoyed reading this, because the next chapter'll probably be much shorter!
Please let me know what you thought of this and if there's any grammar mistake or error that I overlooked.
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