A.N.: So I'm not sure about the rest of you but I went into shock after the last episode of Once Upon a Time. And as if my subconscious knew that, I ended up having a really weird but awesome dream about taking Pan down. Seriously though, can someone PLEASE punch him in the face? Last season I was gunning for that to happen to Hook and David granted the wish so can SOMEONE PLEASE PUNCH PAN? I don't care who! Hell, make it a free for all for all I care, I just want to see him get punched in the face. Anyways, I made notes about the dream and then sat down and decided to make it into a one shot...and then I sort of fell in love with this OC I hade created and have been writing short little stories about her and the rest of the OUAT gang; mostly the Neverland crew.
Now, I'm not as sure about this as I am with Lila and "Of Water and Ice", "War of Hearts", and "The Shadow and the Star" (and yes, I did just reveal the name of part three of Lila and Killian's story but that's all I'm giving away until I'm done with WH). Basically, this is what happens when you watch too much Doctor Who and Sherlock, watch a really shocking episode of Once Upon a Time with a really brilliant plot twist, and then play Borderlands 2 for about two hours afterwards before going to bed. What I wrote below is essentially the dream I had. I didn't remember most of the dialogue but I had remembered enough to be able to write this out. Now I'm not going to go writing any more of the little stories unless I think this story and the OC I have written is received well enough. Writing this type of character is something I have never done and I am finding it difficult but I love a challenge. Did I just quote our favorite pirate captain? Yes, no, maybe, guess you'll never know!
Anyways, read and please review! I won't go continuing this if I think people don't really like it. And don't worry about my other story! It's coming along fine. This is more like me needing a break from writing it/needing to write something other than the Snow Queen. I should probably also note that I wrote this at like three in morning and haven't really been sleeping well. I didn't edit or reread it so if you find mistakes or something confusing give me a shout! Again, read, review, enjoy!
The Bottled Gothic Red
Emma stared at the boy lying at her feet. As she knelt down, she smoothed his hair out. Henry had, in an act of blind faith, given his heart to Peter Pan. And now Pan was immortal and her son was dead.
Dead. The word was just awful to even think about when describing anyone, let alone an innocent child who had done everything he could to bring his family together and break a curse. Emma tried her hardest to hold her tears back but she felt it might be a hopeless cause.
Regina had set her jaw tight and it looked almost more painful than the actual pain she was going through over losing her son. Henry had seen so much in her; believed she could be good. And that was gone; long gone.
Neal knelt beside Emma and placed a hand on her shoulder as he looked down at his son. The son he didn't know he even had until a few months ago. He was just starting to get to know Henry when he was taken away; to this god forsaken place.
The three stayed like that for what felt like forever. Pan had long flown off; gleefully high on his newest victory. It was just the innocent boy's biological parents and his adoptive mother left alone to grieve. But they were soon joined by the others who had come and risked everything to save Henry and stop Pan.
Snow was the first to make it up the stone steps; followed closely by Charming. The dark haired woman stopped short and felt her heart stop at the sight in front of her. She and her Prince Charming had both known what had happened the precise moment it had happened. They had felt Henry's life go out and sensed Pan's victory and the dread and sorrow that came with it.
Charming placed his hands on his wife's shoulders and the two slowly moved to stand near their daughter; looking down at their grandson. He looked so peaceful that if the pulse of dark magic hadn't happened, they all would swear he was just sleeping.
Snow didn't try to hide her tears like her daughter. She had been Henry's teacher for as long as she could remember but she didn't know who he was to her until a few months ago. She and Charming both were just getting to know their grandson and now he was gone.
Tinkerbelle was next to appear. While she wasn't close to anyone in the group, she felt awful seeing the grieving family before her. She was glad that Wendy had run off to hide instead of coming with them. Seeing Baelfire like this would hurt her too much.
Hook was the last to come up the steps. When he had arrived at Skull Rock, he stopped at the base and looked up at the skies. He was almost terrified at what he would find inside. The pulse of magic had told him instantly that Henry was dead and Pan lived but the pirate wasn't sure if he was prepared to see whatever the consequences of that would be. The boy's family would be grieving, that's for sure. Emma would be grieving and he wasn't sure if he was ready to see her broken just yet.
Nevertheless, he pushed on and found just what he predicted except Swan wasn't a sobbing broken mess like he thought she would be. Neal was at her side comforting her despite his own grief. The pirate wished it was him instead but at the same time he realized that he had lost her. True, she hadn't made her choice yet but Neal had just taken a good number of steps in the right direction.
The pirate leaned against the wall next to Tinkerbelle. The two opted silently to let the family grieve before asking any questions. Hook noticed Pandora's Box on the floor and instantly knew that Rumplestiltskin's plan to put Pan inside had failed. There was no doubt the Dark One was in there himself now; trapped. Hook wasn't sure to take pity on the man or glee in the crocodile's fate. He had moved past his revenge, hadn't he?
The dark hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he suddenly became aware of someone leaning against the wall on the other side of him. He slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword; tense and ready to draw in case whatever was beside him had the intent to kill.
"He's not dead, you know," the thickest Cockney accent any one would ever hear and understand sounded suddenly. Within seconds, everyone was on their feet weapons drawn. There next to the spot Hook had been was a petite woman leaning casually against the wall.
The sight of her was downright shocking. She was tiny and thin and the black tank top and skinny jeans she wore showed off her curves as well as just how small she was. She was wearing knee high black combat boots and a leather jacket was slung over her shoulder. On each wrist were black leather wrist guards with circular green gems and she wore a black lace scarf around her neck.
Her outfit, however, was what was shocking about her. No doubt she wore all black for the sake of blending in and not being found by Pan and his Lost Boys. And it wasn't the black nails, lipstick, and eyeshadow that was stunning; it was the brilliant ruby red shade that was her hair with bangs dangling right in front of her face.
"A little jumpy then," She mused, "Right. I suppose I was like that when I first got here."
She hit a gem on her left wrist guard and held it close to her mouth. Tinkerbelle moved forward as if studying the girl. Everyone else slowly backed away.
"Slightly," The red head spoke into the bracelet, "Where are you and the others? I want a report now."
"Sorry, ma'am," A teenage boy's voice sounded from the bracelet, "Twig had to stop and gather some more herbs. You know how he likes to keep a fresh stock."
"Slightly," She warned, pacing a little; "Hurry up. I need the full team now."
"On our way, ma'am," Slightly answered, "Looks like Pan called the Lost Boys back to camp. Shouldn't be a problem unless we decide to attack him."
"Tell Twitch and Flinch I'm going to need their skills the second they get here," She hit a gem and turned to face the group, "Now, while we wait, I suppose I should explain a few things."
"Yeah, you can start with 'who the hell are you?'" Emma glared at the woman. There was something clearly off about her and Emma didn't like it. She just wanted to be allowed to grieve her son.
"Harper Reaves," The woman smiled brightly, "Trained assassin; best The Agency has to offer. I was sent here to take out Pan."
"Oh that's brilliant," Regina scoffed, "Where the hell were you two minutes ago?"
"We were a bit tied up underground," Harper looked a bit uneasy, "Not to worry. He makes stupid mistakes when he's on one of his victory highs. We're in luck."
"You think so?" Regina set her jaw again before flinging the woman into the wall, "My son is dead and you call that luck?"
"Need me to shoot, TL?" A well-built teen appeared on the steps. It wasn't long before there was a small gang on them around him.
"No, it's alright, Tootles," Harper said as she stood up, "She's a grieving mother and I didn't have anyone around to remind me not to be rude."
"Hold on," Tinkerbelle piped up, "I know you lot. I heard the Lost Boys talking about you a few times but I thought it was just some story Pan told them to keep them on their toes. You're the Indians."
"Indians?" Emma did not sound impressed.
"It's the code name the boys picked for the team," Harper said as she moved to them, "In fact, they all have code names. Even gave me one."
"TL saved us from Pan and then trained us to be agents like her," The eldest spoke up proudly.
"TL stands for-" The well-built one began to explain.
"Tiger Lily," Hook finished, "Didn't exactly expect someone so petite from the stories I've heard."
"It's the small ones you got to watch for," Tiger Lily smirked a black lipped grin, "They tend to be the most feisty and driven."
Harper returned her attention to the boys and patted each on the head as she introduced them.
"This is Slightly," She said, "The eldest and Second in Command."
"Tootles," She patted the well-built one's shoulder as well as another smaller one's' "And his younger brother, Marbles."
"Twitch and Flinch," She hugged the two, "Twins."
"Twig," Harper gently pushed the tall skinny one, "And then there's…"
Her voice trailed off as she realized one of her lot was missing. She turned around in a circle before a small boy tugged on her shirt. She looked down at him and smiled back at him.
"This is Pockets," She said, tussling his dark hair. He nodded to everyone and started to move back into the group. Harper cleared her throat and snapped her fingers; holding her hand out to him. The boy sighed and handed over a silver band on a silver chain before returning to the others.
"Okay, business," Harper said, pocketing the chain, "Flinch, take a look at the hourglass and tell me about anything that is out of the ordinary. Twitch, I need a T.O.D. on Henry here."
"T.O.D.?" Emma held in a growl, feeling Neal gently grab her shoulders.
"Yeah, it stands for-"
"Time of death," She snapped, "I'm the sheriff back in our home world. I know the lingo."
"I was rude again wasn't I?" Tiger Lily whispered to Slighty who nodded in reply, "I really need to work on that. Right, Twig, Tootles, and Marbles, go do a perimeter check and be quick about it."
"What about me, ma'am?" Slightly grinned a toothy grin.
"You keep an eye on Pockets and keep him out of trouble," The woman replied seriously.
It was as if someone had hit a switch and the boys were all off to do whatever job assigned to them. Emma found herself focusing on Twitch as he pulled out some futuristic looking tech to get a time of death on Henry. Twitch and Flinch both were thin average height boys with dirty blonde hair. If it weren't for the way their hair parted and the fact that Twitch had green eyes and Flinch had hazel, you wouldn't be able to tell which from which.
Neal's eyes had followed Twig, the tall lanky one with brown hair and brown eyes while Charming found himself watching Tootles and Marbles; both well-built boys with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Snow was watching curiously what Flinch was up to while Regina just stared at Pockets. He was a little younger than Henry with very dark hair and skin but very bright green eyes that seemed to look right into your soul.
Tinkerbelle couldn't help but study Slightly, the least comical looking for the gang. His tan colored hair was messier than the others' and his eyes were also different; black or dark brown. All boys wore clothes similar to what the Lost Ones wore so there would be no telling the difference if they needed to go undercover.
Then there was their spunky, if not slightly uncaring, leader. Hook found himself looking Harper Reaves up and down without even meaning to. Old habits died hard and it was very difficult for him to not appreciate a beautiful if not clever and tough woman; especially a small feisty one like this Reaves girl. Granted, he'd probably find her more appealing if she didn't wear so much makeup; a defense mechanism, he'd wager. But the woman was packing heat; two gun hoisters hung around her hips each with a pistol. Then there was the gun that was propped up near the stairs; no doubt hers. The pirate studied her carefully and could tell that she was also carrying a backup gun in one boot and a knife in the other. Hidden under her shirt at the waist was another dagger. Harper Reaves was not kidding when she said "trained assassin; best the Agency has to offer." She was more than well prepared and Hook couldn't help but have a healthy respect for that.
"So while we wait," Charming finally broke the busy silence, "What exactly is this agency you work for?"
"The Agency," Harper began pacing around the room with her hands on her hips, "Pan didn't make up the Home Office; it is a real thing. And where there are people fighting for one cause, there are more certainly others fighting for the exact opposite."
"You fight to save magic," Snow had begun to dry her eyes.
"That's us, ma'am," Pockets spoke up, "Well, at least, it will be. Harper is the only actual member of the Agency."
"Oh, Pockets, not now," The red head sighed.
"What does he mean by that?" Neal pressed, "They just sent you by yourself to take out Pan. No one is that good."
Harper swallowed before turning away and looking up at the sky. The boys all glanced over their shoulders; wondering if she'd tell the story again.
"Ten years ago," She started slowly, "I was sent here with a team of twelve. Within a year or two, they all were taken out whether it was by the island or Pan and his damn Lost Boys. I was stuck here in this world and knew that there was not a snowball's chance in hell of me taking Pan down by myself."
"So she started sneaking into camps when Pan was gone and got us all together," Tootles said as he and his brother and Twig returned, "Trained us to be agents in five years."
"And what have you been doing those other four or five years?" Emma asked harshly. Harper turned to face her and the dark green eyes that had first appeared as black flashed.
"As I said, we got tied up underground," She moved to stand by Twitch, "You done yet?"
"I'd say about 15 to 20 minutes ago, TL," The boy looked up at her, "Give or take a few minutes."
"Good job, Twitch," Tiger Lily patted his head before turning to the twin, "Flinch, tell me, anything odd about the hourglass?"
"Well, it keeps track of Pan's time," He started as his leader leaned against the large glass object, "But it was supposed to run out when the Heart of the Truest Believer was given to him."
"Why do you think that?" She asked casually.
"Well, it's obvious," Flinch straightened up, "The moment Henry gave Pan his heart the hourglass became a representation of his time."
"So how come there is still sand left on top of the hourglass?" Harper pointed up and everyone looked and began moving towards the hourglass.
"It's stopped," Snow murmured.
"How is that possible?" Emma turned to look at Harper, starting to not doubt the strange woman.
"I think that question is best left for someone else to answer," Harper smiled before turning her attention to the coconut Neal still held, "Pan's shadow in there?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"I may no longer be an empathy or telepath but I still am smart enough to catch on to things quicker than most should," She answered before leaning towards the coconut, "So why aren't you trying to get out? Pan's time was supposed to be up but it's not. It's all wrong and it's your job to fix it. So come on, wakey wakey!"
The coconut seemed to have a mind of its own and started to jerk in Neal's hand; causing him to move violently from side to side before he finally let go of it. The Shadow flew around the hourglass and stared at it for a moment before turning on Harper. Everyone tensed; thinking it was going to attack her.
"Why did this happen?" It asked her.
"You know why," She answered, "And it also means Pan's got some unfinished business here. So, be a dear and go fetch him for us."
"Five minutes," It said before taking off.
Everyone looked at the woman for an explanation. She merely shrugged it off before setting her eyes on Charming. In an instant everyone knew that she knew without having to ask; the man could not leave the island.
"It's funny," She mused, "How people get a look in their eye the moment they realize they have no choice but to stay behind."
Charming explained what had happened and how he couldn't leave without dying because of the Dreamshade and the water he had drank to cure it. There was a bit of silence before Harper started chuckling to herself.
"Okay five minutes," She said through the laugh, "I've got less than five minutes before Pan gets here. Less than five minutes to develop a plan. Less than five minutes to cure David. Slightly, I ask you, can I do it?"
"No doubt from me ma'am," He nodded.
"Twitch? Flinch?"
"Just say the word and we'll help!" The Twins said in unison.
"Tootles and Marbles?"
"Seen you do more in less time!" Tootles smiled while his brother nodded in agreement.
"Twig, what about you?"
"Most definitely, TL!" He straightened up.
"Pockets?"
"Here you go!" He handed her something. She stared at it briefly before kneeling down to be eye level with the boy.
"I didn't ask you-"
"Nope, but you need to make an antidote for the Dreamshade and we all know the basic ingredients needed for that kind of antidote," He pointed to what was in her hand.
"Smart kid," She patted his head lovingly before standing again, "Right, five minutes. Twig, go get my healing herbs, you know which ones."
"Yes, ma'am!" The boy took off like a shot down the steps.
"Twitch, better dig out that mortar and pestle and a vial and syringe," She began pacing again as if there was a sort of excitement in doing this.
"Yup yup!" Twitch knelt down and began digging through his bag while his brother helped anyway he could.
"Tootles," She turned to the taller broad shouldered boy, "I want you to go and very carefully get me a torn or two with Dreamshade. Wear your gloves and don't you dare get cut because I'm only going to have time to make one dose."
Tootles saluted before running off after Twig. Marbles watched eagerly as his brother went off then looked at Tiger Lily anxiously.
"Oh, go on, Marbles!"
The kid smiled and raced after his brother calling for him. Slightly placed his hands on Pocket's shoulders as he looked to their leader.
"What about us, ma'am?"
"You go keep a look out in case Pan and his Shadow come early," Harper said as she started fidgeting with what was in her hands.
"Why am I always the Look Out? As Second in Command shouldn't I get to do some exciting things too?"
"That's precisely why you don't get to do the exciting things, Slightly," Harper patted his cheek, "Because if something happens to me when I'm doing some exciting things, the Boys will need you to lead them."
"Then I get to do the exciting things?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes, darling," She nodded, "For now, you just get to sit and look pretty and not use your clever brain. Now go be the Look Out and if you see Pan, his Shadow, or the Lost Boys, let us know immediately."
"Even if you're in midsentence?" Slightly said as he walked over to the opening in the cave.
"Even if I'm in midsentence," Harper said as she popped the cap off the flask Pockets had handed her and took a swig.
"I believe that's mine!" Hook reached instinctively for where his flask usually was around his belt. Harper swished the rum in her mouth before swallowing.
"Yeah, this will do," She murmured before putting the cap back on and turning to the pirate, "Did you think we called him Pockets because he was the smallest?"
She handed Pockets the flask and motioned him to go place it with the items Twitch had laid out. She muttered to him something about her watching his every move and to go stand in an empty space where she could see his hands. The kid whispered something in her ear, still holding the flask in his hands, and she placed her hands on her hips.
"I don't care how long you've been on this island," She shooed him off; "You've still got the body of a nine year old! So don't think I won't be watching you especially closely now, kid."
The three boys she had sent off soon returned and Harper set Twitch to work on grinding the herbs in the mortar while she extracted the Dreamshade from the small vine Tootles had gotten. The dark liquid spilled into the vial and Twig lit the rest of the plant on fire just in case there was any left in it. Harper started pacing the space again; gently hitting the vial and studying what was inside intently.
"Twitch, how are the herbs coming?" She asked in her Cockney as she once again popped the cork of Hook's flash with her teeth and began pouring the rum into the vial.
"Done!" He held up the bowl to show her.
"You gonna waste all of my rum on one dose of antidote?" Hook crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's the matter, Pirate?" She teased, "Feel out of place without a full flask?"
Hook sneered and turned away. Harper handed the empty flask to Flinch to hold while she scooped up the grinded herbs with her hands and poured what she could into the vial. She began tapping it again gently and swishing it carefully.
"How am I doing for time?" Harper asked as she took the syringe and filled it with the now light blue liquid.
"Still got two minutes," Slightly answered.
"Twitch," Harper handed him the full syringe. He nodded and went over to Charming; pulling up the sleeve and finding a vein.
"This won't hurt on bit," He smiled before sticking the needle in and pushing the antidote out.
"Ow!" Charming barely got out by the time it was over. It still really hurt though.
"Okay, I lied," Twitch shrugged before getting up.
"One minute!" Slightly counted down.
"Right," Tiger Lily put her hands behind her head and paced, "Told you I could do it."
Everyone looked amongst themselves confused; including the Indians. Hadn't she said something about forming a plan before Peter Pan got here? Had she forgotten that or was she just not sharing the plan with everyone else?
"I think you're forgetting something," Hook was the first to speak up. Harper Reaves chuckled and picked up the empty flash and pushed it at the pirate's bare chest.
"I'll buy you drink once we get off this bloody island, Pirate, ok?" She shook her head and grabbed her two hands gun; slinging a strap over her shoulder and tossing her jacket to the ground.
"The plan, Reaves," Hook was surprised that he had just called her by her last name when he barely knew her. Had he done that with Emma? He couldn't even remember.
"Simple," She smirked, "I talk. Pan listens. We get Henry's heart back. The Shadow takes us all home."
"That's your plan?" Regina looked the small woman up and down, "You expect to defeat Pan with that as your big plan?"
"She tends to think very highly of herself," Pan's voice sounded from behind everyone, "It's why she was sent with the team; or rather, one of the reasons. She's probably the only one in the worlds who comes even close to being clever enough to defeat me; or maybe we should say mad enough."
The Shadow released Pan and flew off into the night. The group had formed a far spread circle around him with Henry just behind Emma and Regina. Harper passed her gun to Slightly without even breaking eye contact with Peter Pan and stepped into the circle.
"So here we are again, Reaves," Pan smirked, "Another battle of wits in the never-ending game. So what's your next move?"
"One move," Harper crossed her arms, "The winning move."
"You think every move is the winning move and yet you've been here for ten years and I'm still alive," Peter Pan started circling her, "So I ask you, what move could you possibly make now that would defeat me?"
Harper's eyes locked with Hook's and he saw in an instant that the woman knew exactly what she was doing. She may be a little cocky but then again so was Pan and it was arrogance that was everyone's downfall in the end. The red head slowly turned to face the boy.
"Your King is vulnerable," She smirked, "I'd suggest moving him but there really is nowhere to go without getting caught in a trap and your Queen can no longer save you. Should have kept a close eye on her but it's too late now. Check."
"What are you talking about?" Pan sneered as the two began to circle each other, "I won. Henry's heart is mine and it has given me immortality."
"I didn't say you didn't," Harper said, "But haven't you noticed something wrong with the hourglass?"
Peter frowned as he turned to look up at the glass object. His eyes widened as he pushed out of the circle to get a closer look. Harper watched, knowing full well that her last move was about to be the winning one.
"That's not possible," Pan turned on the woman, "What did you do?"
"Not me," She smirked, "Henry."
Harper closed the distance between them as everyone waited for her to explain. The tension in the air was thick and it made everyone in the room uncomfortable.
"The boy was the Truest Believer but you made a grave error when convincing him to give you his heart," Harper explained, "You made him doubt."
The confident, arrogant boy that always knew what he was doing and took too much pleasure in others suffering was suddenly gone in a second. And it was in that moment, Pan knew he had lost.
"Well, well, well," Tiger Lily smiled, "And here I thought there was nothing that could frighten you, Pan, but here you are absolutely terrified. Could it be that you know what's coming?"
As if on cue the Shadow returned and hovered just behind the red head. And while the group seemed weary of its presence and moved away from it, Harper stayed put; focused on Peter Pan.
"You told him how his family didn't believe in him and his destiny to save magic," Harper continued, "How they didn't want him to be a hero. But you allowed them into this place and they said you were lying. He chose to believe you but in that tiny second between putting his heart in you and collapsing, Henry realized he chose to believe the wrong person and in that tiny second he doubted his blind faith in people. In that tiny second, his heart was no longer that of the Truest Believer."
Harper started circling Pan now, who couldn't take his eyes off the Shadow. He was like a scared animal cornered by a predator. All of his quick thinking couldn't make a plan to get out of this situation.
"The hourglass froze because it knew if it ran out, Henry would die," Harper placed a hand on the tall glass object, "It knew Henry's heart was not of the Truest Believer anymore and that is the only way you can be saved. By freezing itself, it bought Henry time; bought his family time."
"Time for what?" Pan backed away as the Shadow moved closer. He bumped into Harper and turned around sharply to find her dark green eyes shining with victory and a smirk to fit.
"Time to take back the boy's heart," Harper said. The Shadow swooped in and grabbed Pan, holding him still. Regina glanced at Harper, knowing she was the only one capable of removing the heart. Harper moved out of the way and motioned for the Evil Queen to do what she had to.
"Harper," Pan decided to play the one tactic he always hated, "Please don't let them do this."
"Why should she show you mercy?" Regina asked.
"Why should any of us show you mercy?" Emma added.
"What will your son think if he learns you killed me to save his life?" Pan countered. Harper closed her eyes as she realized like Pan before she had miscalculated. Henry's family was made up of heroes or those who wanted to be better than a villain. And Pan had just played the one tactic that could result in another loss in the game they played.
"Oh, I think he'll find it in himself to forgive them," Hook suddenly spoke up, having been carefully watching what was going on; particularly Harper. "After all, how many lives have you taken Pan? You took down all of Harper's old team in a single year. I think once the boy finds out what a monster you are, he'll forgive them. I think once they explain that it was either him or you, he will forgive them."
Harper opened her eyes and couldn't help but stare at the man dressed in black leather. And as she stared at him, he locked eyes with her. She nodded a thank you, knowing full well that she had put herself at a disadvantage for not knowing the family as well as he obviously did. Both made a mental note to get to know the other better once this was all over; it was rare to find someone as quick and clever as you.
Regina didn't waste another second. She plunged her hand into Pan's chest and ripped the heart out. Pan fell to his knees and watched helplessly as the family moved to Henry. The Indians moved closer to Pan in case he tried anything and the Shadow hovered right above the wretched boy.
Regina looked at Emma and held the heart out to her. Together, they placed Henry's heart back where it belonged. The boy gasped for air and the hourglass started dropping its sand again. Harper knelt down in front of Pan as everyone turned to him.
"Checkmate," She whispered just before the last sand dropped. Pan gave one final smirk of disbelief before dropping dead. The assassin had finally completed her mission after ten years.