Never Believe

Chapter 2 – Pixie Dust

Amelia kept pushing away abnormally huge branches out of her way, but also kept tripping over whatever lay on Neverland's ground. She was absolutely not stopping to admire the magical landscapes. Henry ran not far in front of her. Close enough to see him, but far enough not to bump into him every ten seconds. She could see the kid getting tired, but the Lost Boys footsteps grew closer by the second. If they stopped, they were as good as dead. Or at least, she was. She wasn't so sure about Henry. The Lost Boys boss – Peter Pan, she assumed – wanted the kid. What for? She had no idea, but she wasn't going to take chances. They were going to make it. Both of them. Period.

And naturally, all her hopes crumbled down. He tripped. Henry tripped. With the adrenaline bumping in her veins, she tried to pull him up, only to notice his sudden disappearance. He was gone. She started to panic, looking everywhere for him. How the hell had she managed to lose him this quickly? She felt desperate.

"Henr-" She started to shout, but a hand swiftly covered her mouth, muffling her voice. She felt another hand grab her waist, suddenly getting pulled into a bush. She started trashing against the person who held her, but the figure didn't even budge. After a few moments of struggling, Amy calmed herself a little, the hand moving itself almost instantly.

She almost got a heart attack.

"Henry!" She shrieked, her brain still not processing her thoughts correctly. He immediately shushed her. Her face dropped. She raised her eyebrows, obviously displeased. "Did you just shush me?" She asked, now smiling like an idiot. He started to smile, too, but quickly regained his composure with one look over Amelia's shoulder. "You have to be quiet, Amy, or they'll find us." He whispered urgently.

"Or worse." She heard a voice whisper right by her ear. She nearly screamed out of surprise, but bit it back. As she tried to get up, she noticed the hand still gripping her waist, and the two legs on either side of her. Her eyes widened as her brain finally decided to kick in. She was in between some stranger's legs. A boy.

Charming.

"Oh I'm so terribly sorry I-" She was shushed again, but this time by both guys. The guys hand suddenly covered her mouth again, but this time, she didn't trash. She didn't fight. Because she knew. The Lost Boys were right next to their hiding place, and her screaming wasn't going to help anybody. Except the searchers, of course.

After a few seconds, they eventually left. Well, left was a big word. Let's say that they went a little further to look for them. The hand left her mouth again and she finally stood up from the ground. She turned around slowly, seeing a worried boy, also about her age, getting his hood off his head to reveal even more worried face. Before Amelia could muster anything, Henry started to speak.

"Thanks." He said, still a bit out of breath. He simply nodded, his eyes seeking something. Amelia studied the guy's face, while he informed them about Pan's forces. He was cute, and his worried face made him look sweet. Something she learned the hard way, 'do not trust cute people'. Well, it hadn't originally been formulated like that, but it still meant the same thing. More or less.

"We must be carefull." He instructed them. Amelia snickered. "No shit, Sherlock."

He looked at her, looking immensely confused, and she immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. It came out on its own accord." She said, naturally aware of her lame excuse. He shrugged it off. Then suddenly, a thought struck her.

"Are you a lost boy?" She asked, backing off a little. He slowly got up. "I was." He explained, casually dusting off his clothes. "But I escaped."

Somehow, Amelia was having a hard time believing that. Obviously noticing her skeptic look she gave him, he continued his explanation. "Now they're after me, too." She understandingly nodded, but her eyes probably gave away her disbelief.

Henry believed him. "Why? What happened?" He asked. The boy placed his hands on the kid's shoulder. "No time for questions. We must keep moving." He said, pushing Henry to the left, urging him to run. He questioningly looked at Amy, and she nodded, smiling. "Thanks." She went running after the kid, the other boy right behind her.

Last time Henry believed in something, it turned out to be true. So if he trusted the guy, she didn't see why she shouldn't. Always trust Henry. Always.

After about ten minutes of running, Amelia considered giving up for a second. She had never been the sportive kind. Fortunately, the guy stopped running.

"I think we lost them." He said, looking at Henry.

"Okay, can we rest for a minute?" The kid said, completely out of breath. The guy nodded. Henry let himself fall onto a big rock, sighing heavily. Amelia just leaned against a nearby tree.

"You're new." The guy stated, gesturing to the both of them. "Did the shadow take you, too?" He asked. Amy let Henry do the talking. She was more interested in a way to leave the place, than to nicely chat with some renegade Lost Boy. All she could see was trees. Everywhere. Technically, it perfectly logical to have trees in a jungle, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

"If Pan wants you, he will get you." The guy said, getting Amy's attention back.

"Over my dead body." Amelia smiled, like it was a joke. But Henry immediately shook his head. "It won't come to that." He promised, more to reassure himself than her.

"Right. And, huh, why does Pan want you?" Amelia asked the boy. He pushed his scarf aside for them to see the necklace underneath. "Pixie dust. I stole it from him because I thought I could use it to fly away, and go home. But it doesn't work. It's useless." He hissed, clearly frustrated.

Amelia was starting to think that the guy really was cute. "Don't worry. My family is coming to rescue us. You could come with-" He was cut off by the blonde's urgent whisper.

"They're here!"

The boy immediately ran towards the right side of the jungle, but Henry decided otherwise. "No! This way." The boy didn't even argue with the kid, he just followed the orders. She suddenly felt bad for him. How long had Pan made the boy suffer?

Of course, everything came crumbling down once they reached the end of the way.

A cliff.

A bloody cliff.

"What now?" Amelia asked, obviously very worried.

They were screwed.

Boy, were they screwed.

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