Disclamer: I don't own anything
A/N: I thought I might as well start it off right with a few chapters today since I have a bit of this story prewritten. This one is shorter, but I'm currently just dividing these by in my opinion the most natural breaks.
I struggle to consciousness my mind clawing to find where exactly I had ended up. I thought I should have been in my bedroom waking up. I obviously was not in my bedroom due to the forest I saw all around me. Sitting up I noticed a pulling in my wrists. I turned back looking over my shoulder to see that they were bound behind me. I let out a frustrated huff tugging slightly on my bonds. I was still wearing my dress from the night before though my hair was a little worse for wear.
I heard a rustling coming from a nearby bush and turned to see what it was. The boy from the night before stepped out of the foliage and started to make his was towards me. My eyes widened and I let out a strangled squeak. I didn't want to be anywhere near this boy whoever he was, even if he was the prince of some far off place, I wouldn't care.
I had no way to get anywhere fast, the only range of movement I really had was scooting, which wasn't really doing me any good at the moment. The boy reached me in several long strides, crouching down so that his face was a few inched away from mine. He had a hand on my shoulder on top of my collar bone. I watched him my hands behind my back desperately trying to find a way to get free. My breath came in short puffs as we watched each-other my heart working in overtime.
The boy reached to his belt and brought out a dagger. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. "If you're going to kill me do it fast" I said my voice barely over a whisper. One of his hands stayed stationary on my shoulder while the other wielding the dagger reached behind me and cut the ropes around my wrists. I let my arms fall loosely at my sides not daring to make a move.
The boy leaned in close and whispered in my ear " I won't kill you, at least not yet. The game hasn't even begun" he said a dark chuckle punctuating his last word. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I didn't know what he could possibly mean, but I was sure that I didn't want to find out because if I did, I would probably die.
I drew in another shuddering breath as my heart kicked into overdrive. "Who are you." I said my voice cracking slightly at the end.
The boy smirked down at me. " Well I'm surprised you haven't guessed Wendy." he said surprising me by using my first name. To my knowledge he didn't know it. I didn't know what he could possibly mean either. I had heard of no adolescent boys coming and kidnapping girls. He leaned in towards me so that his lips ghosted over my ear as if he were about to tell me some terribly big secret. " Peter Pan" was the name he gave me. I gasped jerking out of his grip.
I stood up quickly backing up. " You can't possibly be Peter Pan" I said without very much conviction in my voice. Peter Pan had just been a story that I had told my brothers to get them to go to sleep, not a real person who had darker intentions than I could even imagine.
Peter grinned at me " You better believe it" he said his voice growing in volume. I turned and ran as fast as I could crashing through the foliage doing anything I could to get away from the boy who had claimed that he was a character from a childrens story.
The branches whipped and cut at my arms and dress, but I kept running anyway. I heard what sounded like a hunting horn blow behind me. I knew that if this boy really was Peter Pan that he would surely have lost boys. Maybe they weren't as friendly as I had always said they were in my stories, maybe they were more like pirates than I could ever have possibly imagined. Either way I knew that Peter was my enemy and I had to get away at any cost.
I gasped in pain as I felt a thorn prick my arm. My vision flashed white from the pain that was searing through my arm. I crumpled to the ground cradling the arm that had been pricked tears streaming down my face. I heard crashing coming closer and closer and I shuddered knowing that I had lost and that they had found me. I couldn't bring myself to care. I glanced down at my exposed arm and saw black tendrils making their way through my arm. I watched fascinated by the pattern they were making in my skin. Maybe this would bring about a faster death than peter would give me. That would be a relief to die by my own terms instead of by some boys.
I heard one last loud crash before a group of boys headed by Peter came into the clearing. I smirked at him before looking down at my arm again. "I guess you won't get to kill me." I said my voice quiet. "At least I get to die by my own mistake and not by your hand." I said defiantly staring him down. A small smile crept onto my face before I blacked out.
