Chapter Two

He, Pan, was quite an odd boy. Dressed in a dark green, leaf-like cloak, brown pants, and green shirt, his dark brown hair brought out his eyes. Dazzling, enticing forest green eyes with miniature golden specks.

I suddenly wished my own pale grey eyes were more interesting. He wore no shoes, despite the hard rocks and sticks that constantly littered the forest and I envied him silently for his resistance. The Lost Boys standing around him was tall, most of them lean, and all had a fierce look in their eyes. They wanted their brother back.

"Where is he? Where is our brother?" Peter roared, his voice tight with anger, and I saw a few of the crew members bristle with fear for a short moment.

I narrowed my eyes at his little "A Team". Who did they think they were? I turned at the sound of gasps from behind me, my eyes locking with my father's for a slight moment, before I looked down at what he held. The boy was in his arms, skinny and beaten, making me feel a very slight twinge of guilt. He looked almost dead, and I could've stopped it. Shaking my head, I pushed he traitorous thoughts away and held my head up.

"You looking for this, hey, Pan?" Hook grinned, but it wasn't one of happines; it was one of smugness.

It was as though he knew something that nobody, including the rest of the crew, knew. Hook pushed forward the boy on his shoulder and he stumbled, falling onto his knees. The boy raised his head, eyes locking with Pan's, and seemed to send a silent message. Help me.

I scoffed, shaking my head. The boy had no idea he could be killed in seconds. I diverted my eyes back to Kipp whose lips were pulled back in a straight line, a frown etched on his face.

"What's up with you?" I shoved him lightly, with a confused smile.

"Captain should know by now," he murmed, his frown deepening, "We mever win. Pan has magic. We have shiny metal sticks."

"Swords," I corrected, using the tip of my blade to toss his sword out of his hands and into mine, "Sharp ones, too. Besides, Pan is nothing but a stubborn git."

Kipp snorted, and I laughed quietly with him at the sound of the pig-like response.

I turned back to my father, my back to the forest, and met his gaze. He tipped his hat slightly, a cold smirk on his face, and I confusedly waved back shortly.

"You should be careful about what you say about your new leader."

Suddenly, hard, muscly arms wrapped around my waist, and I, despite my tough shell, squeaked in surprise. I swung my sword back wildly, turning to see Kipp passed out on the floor. I turned around fully, holding my sword in an offensive manner, and growled out a warning.

"Get away from me!"

One of the Lost Boys, I presumed, smirked, two hunting daggers in hand. He had odd dark red hair and plain blue eyes. He lifted his daggers up to his face, a dark look in his eyes, before throwing one. Straight at Kipp. With a shout of surprise, I leapt over to him. Without thinking, I scrambled in front of the dagger and threw my hands up in defense. I felt it pierce me, but felt no pain.

I rose, sword in hand, and lunged at the boy, thrusting my sword forward. He jumped back in surprise, before pulling his own long, carved sword from his belt and held it up to me. I swung harshly, hearing the satisfying clang of the metals meeting, before turning my sword down, and jabbing him in the side. He scowled, muttering a profanity under is breath, but retaliated nonetheless. I withdrew my sword and swung again, scowling as his dodged attack, instead jumping forward and getting my on my leg. I growled as my leg oozed out crimson coloured blood, the same shade as my hand was currently producing.

I let out a battle cry, and thrusted my sword forward, effectively knockig his from out of his hand.

"You can fight all you want, but I will always win!" I roared, before hilding my blade tip to his neck.

I turned to see all the other pirates looking anywhere but me, and Pan and his little gang gone. My father, however, had a huge smirk on his face, with an emotion he never showed to me. Hatred. Pure, undeniable hatred.

"It should be taking effect just about now," the boy muttered at my mercy.

I turned back to him but, as if on cue, a sickening wave of fatigue washed over me. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I roared with anger.

"What did... what did you do..." My shout turned to a whisper as my breathing slowed.

I fought against my tiredness, knowing as soon as I closed my eyes, I would be done. I stumbled towards my father, pleading him silently to help, but either he couldn't see me or he wasn't there. The crew did nothing to help.

I turned back to the Lost Boy, as black spots met my vision.

"I really am sorry about this love. Don't take it personall, eh?" he grinned, and I clumsily leapt towards him, waving my hands out.

He knew. He knew I would jump in front to save Kipp. I fell to the ground, the dagger he had used being held weakly in my grip, and held the weapon close to my face. The blade was doused with sleeping powder. I tried to hold on, but the pull was too strong. With a sigh, I fell into a dreamless slumber.

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