Authors note: My pen name is Marty, I am indeed a girl. This chapter will leave you with a lot of questions, I'm sure. But this is a testing chapter. I will continue the story, as I have it planned in my head from start to finish and I am currently putting it to paper. Please comment or PM me with your thoughts or complaints. I will do my best to make sure the story goes well and will change what I need so that it goes to plan.


ATTENTION: BOLD IS PAST, NORMAL WRITING IS PRESENT. ITALICS IS THOUGHT.


"Arabella's got some interstellar-gator skin boots,

And a helter skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly."

-Arctic Monkeys


Silence.

That was something Arabella had long since gotten used to. Of course before the silence there was something much worse.

Screaming.


"Arabella!" Zoso's voice shook the house as he slammed the front door shut, "Bella! BellaDonna where are you?!"

The grown man began tearing apart the small cottage that was he and his daughters home for the past year or so. The most important thing to him, his daughter, was in danger.

"Bella!" He screamed once more, flipping over their two man dining table and checking underneath it, "Oh sweetheart, where are you?!"

"Papa?" A small voice cracked from the archway of the kitchen from their small living quarters.

"Arabella," Zoso exhaled in relief as he took a few strides to reach his daughter, falling to his knees and pulling her into a tight embrace, "I thought I had lost you."

Little Arabella, about 10 years old, wrapped her small arms around her fathers neck, "Papa... Papa I'm so scared.. What is going to happen?"

Zoso pulled away, holding his daughters shoulders firmly in his hands. As he took a look at her red and watering eyes his heart broke knowing what he had to do.

"Bella.. We have to leave."

"N-No, Papa!" Arabella choked, "Please, I'm sorry! We-we don't have to leave! I didn't mean to do it!"

Zoso pulled his daughter in once more for an embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed as he stared at the wall behind her. The hollers of an angry crowd grew louder from outside of the house and the light of their torches started to glow brighter. They were getting close.

"Oh BellaDonna, it's too late," He whispered, pulling her into a tighter embrace, "And we don't have much time."


Arabella stepped out of the ocean and onto the sand that was still wet from tide. Frustration was etched across her face as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and began to ring out the collected water from her swim. She sighed in anger and wiped the water droplets from her clothing. Seeing that most of her clothes were leather, it shouldn't take her too long to dry as long as the water continued to drain off of her.

Taking a few more steps toward the forest that connected to the beach, Arabella stopped to take in a sight she thought she'd never see again.

"I told you to never return," a sinister voice said from behind her. She didn't have to turn to know who it was, the tone was all to familiar.

"You can't overpower me," Arabella stated, keeping her eyes forward And the frustration in her expression. She refused to turn around.

"No, maybe not," the voice from behind said, and he then took a few steps forward to now stand next to her, both of their eyes locked on the Forest, "But I can out smart you."

"We'll see about that," Arabella smirked, turning her head and staring daggers into the side of the boys face, "You see, I've planned far ahead. I know your game, and mine is better."

Now it was Peter's turn to smirk, "Oh you're right,we'll see about that. Do you remember what I told you all those years ago?"

"Pan never fails," she exhaled, turning her attention back to the forest.

"Best not forget that, BellaDonna."

And then he was gone.

"Fuck you Peter," she thought.


Alright well there you have it, the first chapter. Sorry if I've made any grammatical mistakes, I'm writing this on my phone as I have no computer. I hope you'll forgive me.

-Marty