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Little Sister
Chapter 1- The Little Sister
A sister is a forever friend- Author Unknown
"It wasn't particularly hard," he said, speaking with the slow, lazy drawl of someone who has somehow been dealt a five of a kind, hand delivered by the douchebag known as life. "In fact, I was hoping you'd pose a little more of a challenge. You do have two of the most feared people from your land on your team, not to mention the so-called 'Savior'."
The demonic boy shrugged, a small smirk settling into its place on his smug little face, "Guess we all can all stand to be a little disappointed sometimes, huh?"
Behind him, Felix snickered, shoving Rumplestiltskin back to his knees, quickly shooting down his attempt to stand.
Henry stood next to Neal, Rumple and Wendy- though the Lost Boys flanking him separated him. His eyes were wide, clearly showing his shock. He hadn't really trusted Peter, not yet, but he had trusted his family, and seeing them taken down this easily shook his faith, to say the least.
"However, I am willing to make a deal- you should be familiar with this one, Killian," he grinned, "I need you to retrieve a girl for me. Pretty small, brown hair, looks to be about fourteen, but she'll act like an eight-year-old at best. I've already set up everything; the mermaids will get you to her land."
"Is that so? And, what if we aren't even willing to do that?" Regina snared, only to be elbowed quickly by Snow. Peter smirked.
"Well, in case you needed some... motivation, I already had a little something planned for that." He gestured to one of the boys and four stepped forwards.
Time seemed to slow as everyone recognized what the dripping, black liquid coating the knives the boys were holding was.
Time seemed to slow as everyone watched with baited breath as the Lost Boys approached the small group of four.
Time seemed to slow as Henry raised his hand to his face, examining the cut across his palm, oozing blood, with a detached interest.
Time seemed to slow, like everything was viewed through sticky maple syrup, or honey, as Regina lunged forward with a shriek, while Emma just stared, shocked.
"Motivation enough, I'd hope," Peter sneered, Regina still clawing at him, despite the strong grips restraining her.
"The mermaids will see you off, as well as Felix." Peter said, before disappearing back into the forest.
"Can we actually do this? There must be something else we can do here, another way; we're basically condemning this girl to death." Snow murmured, worried crinkled appearing on her forehead.
"What choice do we have? It's either this, or Henry and everyone else is killed! If your conscience is going to get in the way of this, then don't come at all. I'm not going to have you mess this up for the rest of us," Regina shot off, glaring venomously at Snow.
"Everyone just... calm down. Honestly, Mary Margaret... I'm with Regina on this one. It's just one girl," Emma stood a little closer to Regina, "We can't just let all of them die just because we don't want one girl we don't even know to get hurt by Peter. Even if we don't, he could easily send someone else to get her," Emma said, looking at Mary Margaret stonily.
Mary Margaret looked sad, her disappointed gaze weighing heavily on Emma, but when a Lost Boy ushered her over to the shores, she didn't have any more time left to change her mind.
Emma, Regina, Hook, Charming and Snow were pushed into the sea with an assortment of splashes and yelps.
"...What the bloody hell is this place?" was the first thing said when the group arrived in the new land, surprisingly dry.
Speaking of this new land- it was a jumble of cute little building, plants, and chalk drawing that sprawled over walls, streets, ceiling, and buildings. There was, also, the occasional abnormally large frog.
Toad.
Creature.
...Thing.
"Who are you? Are you new? Do you want to play a game with me? I haven't seen anyone in forever!" A new voice inquired in a chirpy manner. Heads turned to the little girl standing on the roof of one of the many buildings here.
Peter was right. She certainly looked to be fourteen, at the very least. And yet, something about the way she held herself, and the eager way in which she fired off her questions and requests made her seem to be eight, at the very best.
The girl jumped down from the roof and landed easily on the ground in front of them. She eyes latched onto something next to her, behind the corner of the building we stood next to, and she squealed happily at grabbed at it. She ran up to us, holding one of the frog-toad-creature-things to her crest- despite the fact that it was the size of her chest.
"Lookie!" she held the large frog, which seemed surprisingly ok with the way it was being treated, out to Emma, "Isn't he cute? Do you want to hold him? He's really sweet."
Ridiculously wide, grey eyes stared up at her, paired with wavy, dirty blond locks loosely braided and tied with little blue bows, reminded Emma of someone.
Someone who was in no way a friend of theirs.
"He doesn't bite. Or lick. For some reason, people always think that they'll do that..." the slight girl trailed off, once more hugging the brilliantly colored amphibian to her chest. Worried eyes drilled into Emma's, "You don't think it hurts his feelings, do you?" The frog was suddenly very short on air.
Tears threatened to spill over the girl's lashes, grey orbs shimmering. Her lower lip trembled and Mary Margaret quickly stepped in.
"I'm sure it doesn't bother him, as long as someone knows that he doesn't really, um, lick people or anything."
The girl's face lit up, the waterworks dissipating so quickly it led at least one of the members of this group to wonder if she was bipolar.
"You're right!" she laughed, then tottered closer to Emma, close enough to carefully place the complacent frog in her arms, "I told you he was a sweetheart."
The frog croaked balefully at Emma, then leapt out of her arms and leapt away, croaking all the while.
She frowned at them, "Frog doesn't like you. You're probably mean, then. Frog is never wrong," she paused, and then smiled sweetly, "Sorry!" She tossed a ceramic jug at Emma's head and ran to a building, struggling to pull a lever.
A loud clank! resonated through the square, and a large gate slid open. A large, lumbering, black beast plodded out. Its dark grey eyes locked onto the jug that Emma was holding. It let out a roar, seemingly shedding its lazy, passive attitude as it charged Emma.
By the time this happened, the girl who had somehow sicced this beast on Emma was already jumping along the rooftops of the houses nearly a block away.
Little-not-little girl needs a name.
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