Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG or Peter Pan

A/N: Sophie is 15 and Peter (in this case) is forever 17. Lost Boys are around 12-16

Some Background: After the whole thing with Jane betraying him, Peter banished everyone except his Lost Boys from the island. Faries, Indians, Captain Hook, everyone. He became dark and violent and so did his Lost Boys.

Slightly storming into the camp followed by the twins shouldn't have really bothered Peter all that much but it wasn't the sudden appearance that caught his attention. It was the unconscious body between the twins. Peter stood up, lowering his pipe to his side as one of the twins shoved the body onto the ground at his feet.

"We found her by the lake. Thought you may want to question her." Slightly explained upon seeing his leader's confused expression.

Peter looked down at the female. Her sunflower blonde hair was in two messy pigtail braids that needed to washed from the blood that was seeping out of her forehead. No wonder they caught her; she looked nothing at all like she was from or belonged on Never Land. Seriously who wears a gray tank top and black shorts on Never Land. This island is like a freezer! Then again, no one was allowed on the islands except Peter and the Lost boys.

"You found her by the lake, correct?" He put a question to his statement, peering up at Slightly, "What exactly was she doing?"

"From what it looked like, sir, she was cleaning up or getting a drink of water." The youngest of the twins put in.

"Was anything useful or of value on her?" He demanded to which the three shook their heads. "Why didn't you kill her then?" He yelled, rubbing his temples.

A series of glances ran through the three boys before Slightly spoke up, "Your shadow refused to let us."

Peter shook his head, "Kill her. She's a girl so therefore she holds absolutely no value to us or this island." He ordered.

A tug on his pant legs caused Peter to look down to see Tootles pointing at the girl; who seemed to be awakening. Nibs moved forward to help her up but stopped when Peter held his hand up. They watched as she blinked open her forest green eyes. She barely got up an inch before Slightly kicked her back down to the ground. She used her hands to stopped herself from eating dirt again. Her eyes hardened sending a murderous glares towards Peter's second in command.

The leader of the Lost Boys cleared his throat; all eyes turning towards him. He kneeled down, lifting her head so his hazel eyes met hers. "How did you get here?" He demanded.

After what happened with Jane, all those years ago, he banished girls and everyone (minus his Lost Boys) from ever setting foot on Never Land again.

Her expression was hard to read, her nose was crinkled but her eyes never left his. But the main thing was she still hadn't answer his question.

"Kill her." The prince of Never Land ordered, his eyes turning towards Slightly, "Torture her first. Get any information you can out of her."

"Oh, I am going to enjoy this." the tall blonde male mumbled, lifting the girl up by her hair.

Peter saw a flash of fear in her eyes as Slightly lifted her onto his shoulder.

"Wait, tie her to the tree. Bind her wrist behind the tree. I don't want her out of my sight as long as she is breathing." Peter reordered, wanting her to suffer and be killed by his hand, not his second in command.

The Lost Boys nodded, taking to their new orders. Slightly was a bit upset, knowing he wasn't going to be able to watch and hear her screaming and begging him not to kill her. To take pity on her.

Once they had her in the position in which Peter could easily destroy and murder the girl; the boys fled back to the tents, peeking out.

She struggled against her bonds, blonde strands falling into her face. Both of her knees were cut and scrapped up so badly blood was just seeping down her pale legs and possibly running into her combat boots a little. Peter was positive they would be infected by tonight if the wounds didn't get cleaned out soon. But, her wounds getting infected was the last thing on his mind.

He walked slowly over to her, pulling out his dagger. His hand clamped tightly around her neck, the dagger pressed again her left cheek.

"Got a name, girly?" He asked in a low growl, dragging the cold steel metal down her cheek.

"Sophie. Sophie Bennett.." She answer, gritting through her teeth as fresh blood leaked from the new wound.