I slowly opened my eyes, trying to remember why I had a horrible headache. I saw blue sky, and that's when it all came rushing back. The darkness, the black figure, being taken from my home.
My eyes widened as I looked around, trying to get my bearings. If I was going to get back home, I needed to know where I was. I was on a beach; there was water about 15 feet away from me, and there were woods on the other side. Trees of all sorts, surrounding me.
I slowly began to stand up, being a bit wobbly on my feet. I knew there had to be people on this island, but something was off. That figure...it was flying. That's not normal; it's...magical. I had always believed there was something more to this world, or in a different world, perhaps.
I looked around, starting to walk into the woods around me before pausing. Someone was there. I slowly turned around, to see a boy. Tall, hooded, long blonde hair. He was walking towards me, and it certainly didn't seem as if to help me.
I didn't want to appear scared or weak, so I didn't back away, but I discreetly scanned around me, searching for an escape.
"If you're looking to get away then you're out of luck," sneered the blonde boy.
I sneered back, not showing a sign of weakness, which frankly was a lie. "And why exactly is that?"
But before I had even finished, I knew exactly why that was. All around me, boys with the same hoods were walking towards me. I looked for an opening, anywhere, but there was no escape. I needed a game plan. Now.
And then it hit me. Show weakness. Why not? I could pretend I was weak, then come back when they least expected. So that's exactly what I did. I did my best fake faint, hoping I sold it.
"Ha Felix. Would've thought Pan to get a girl with a bit more spunk," said a voice. One of the boys who had came out.
"No Alex, we have to be careful. There's no way he would've chosen someone this weak," replied the blonde boy, Felix, I'm assuming.
I heard someone walking towards me before I was slung onto their back. I had to hold back a cry of surprise when I realized. I tried to be as discreet as possible with my hand movements, searching for a weapon of some sort on his back. It was a long shot, but anything was helpful at this point.
We had been walking for about 10 minutes when I decided it was time. There was a knife tucked into the back pocket of his hood. I was going to grab it and press the knife against his throat, and after that, well, it's not a very thought out plan. I was doubtful, but with a little bit of luck, it could possibly work.
I inched my fingers down to the knife. It's now or never Kayla. You can do this. You can do this for Sid, for Vic and Calum, for your parents, for everybody. You have to do this. I wrapped my fingers around the knife and in a flash, used all the force I had to get out of Felix's grasp and positioned the knife at the front of his neck.
Everyone gasped, and I was breathing hard. I can't believe it. I can't believe it actually worked. Dang Kayla you are smart.
"Nobody come closer, or I'll slit his throat," I said menacingly. Of course I wouldn't actually hurt him, but I needed them to believe I would.
"I knew Pan wouldn't have gotten you if you really were a scared little girl," whispered Felix. He didn't seem afraid at all. Why?
Suddenly, the boys all moved, clearing a path. I frowned slightly, wondering who they could be letting their guard down for. I gasped slightly when I saw who it was.
The boy. The one from my dreams. The handsome one with the strange aura. This was definitely not right. How had he been able to get himself into my dreams? What was going on here?
Despite my various questions, I held my guard. "Come any closer and you'll be saying goodbye to Felix here," I said firmly. I wasn't showing any weakness here, not now, not ever.
He smirked, continuing to walk closer, as if he was testing me to see if I would really do it. I didn't want to hurt him, but I pressed the knife against his throat, just enough to draw a small amount of blood.
Dream Boy waved his hand lazily, and before I knew it, Felix was gone. I had my arm wrapped around air and the knife was pressing against nothing.
I gasped, "H-how?"
He continued to walk closer to me. By now, I was scared, that was certain, but I would never show it. I've always had this thing: I can't show weakness in front of others. I thanked it; it was a huge help in this situation.
I looked around, searching for the perfect tree close enough for me to pin him to with the knife, and I spotted it. About a foot behind him.
I charged at him, knife out, and miraculously managed to complete the task. I had him pinned, the knife against his neck.
He smirked once more. "You've got fire. I like fire." He said this softly, as if he wasn't at my mercy.
"Unfortunately, fire isn't enough." And before I could say fire, he grabbed my wrist and twisted it, turning me around and grabbing the knife from my hand. He was now holding me, with the knife at my neck.
I breathed in, and out. Trying to stay calm. I could feel his breath on the side of my neck, and it felt like darkness.
"You're very brave, you know that. But you can't defeat me. You know why?" He whispered into my ear. There was uncomfortably close contact between the two of us, and I wanted him as far away from me as possible.
"Why?" I replied.
"Because, my darling, Peter Pan never fails," he was so close now. His mouth at my neck, and I wanted to pull away so badly, but the knife was still there.
"What do you want with me then, Peter Pan. Why not just kill me right now?" I questioned. I needed to find out as much about all of this as I could.
His lips were kissing my neck now, and I flinched, absolutely disgusted.
"Because, my sweet Kayla, where's the fun in that?" His voice was barely above a whisper, as he continued his flurry of kisses on my neck. But it was enough to let me know that he wasn't joking.
I slowly lifted my foot up, knowing what I was going to have to do. When I was sure he hadn't caught on, I threw it back as hard as I could, kicking him in the shins. He loosened his iron hold on me before I slithered out of it, running as fast as my legs could take me, knowing I didn't have much time.
It had been maybe 5 minutes, and I was still running, although I wasn't sure they were after me at that point. I stopped, and listened. Nothing.
Wait. There was something. A twig. I paused, feeling as if I should run, but for some reason I should wait.
Someone was coming. I saw a boy step out, which isn't a surprise because this whole island seems to be full of young boys. He was wearing the same clothes as all the others, but there was something different about him.
"Who are you? Are you with them?" I asked, although I felt as if I already knew the answer.
"No, no. I was, but I escaped. I'm Baelfire."
