A/N:
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Sorry for the short, crappy chapter. These studies are honestly driving me insane.
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The sound of the flute and the howls of the lost boys cut through the silence of the night like a dagger.
Peter Pan sat at the center of the gathering, a bonfire flickering in front of his face. A smile crossed his lips as he played the flute and looked at the Lost Boys.
All of them danced around the fire in a circle, laughing gleefully. The speed of Pan's tune increased, and the feet of the Boys moved gracefully to it. All of them looked seemed totally drunk, oblivious to their surroundings.
Pan closed his eyes as the tune neared its climax. Amid the swirling of the Boys' cloaks and the crackling of the fire, Pan opened his eyes and stood up.
All the boys froze as Felix shouted, "INCOMING!"
In the blink of an eye, all the Lost Boys had taken position, their weapons pointing outwards. The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard clearly as all the Boys squinted to see who the intruder was.
A hooded figure stopped at the entrance of the camp and looked around. The boys heaved a sigh of relief as Pan moved to the front, smirking.
"What's the news, C?"
All the eyes shifted from Pan to the hooded figure.
A smile betrayed the lips of the other person as a soft voice proudly proclaimed- "All I can say is that the Jolly Roger has fewer residents now and Captain Jones now has just one hand instead of two"
She had barely finished her sentence as the Boys burst into celebrations, hooting.
Slowly, the girl let her hood fall to her shoulders.
Pan smiled faintly as he looked at her.
Crystal had been with them for well over a decade but he never got used to her beauty. Her long, brown hair fell down her back in soft curls. She wore a ivy green dress under her jet black cloak- a complete contrast to her fair complexion. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned the scene silently.
Crystal smiled gently as she looked around. Many of the boys gave her a pat on the back, but her eyes searched for someone else. At the back of the crowd, she saw Felix - an approving smile on his lips.
She felt the blush creep up her cheek as she looked down immediately.
Why does this happen whenever she looked at Felix!
She took a deep breath and shook her head, before turning towards Pan.
"Happy with the progress, Sir?"
Pan laughed and kept a hand on her shoulder.
"You never disappoint me, Crystal. Saying that I am proud of you would be an understatement."
Crys smiled and bowed lowly.
Pan nodded before turning to face the Lost Boys.
"Boys! Listen up!"
All of them gathered around Pan, rapt.
"It would be fair to say that Crystal has succeeded in her mission with flying colors. We all know that The Captain is not an easy man to take on. But Crys here has proven herself worthy for the task. I think this alone deserves a celebration."
The Boys nodded in approval. None of them had been able to get within a meter of Killian Jones, let alone do him some harm.
"Tomorrow is a special day, Crys. It marks your twentieth anniversary as a Lost Girl. I would like to announce a feast in your honor tomorrow."
Crys blushed faintly as she said, "I really don't think it..."
"Oh come on Crys," moaned Pan as he nonchalantly put a hand on her waist, "Don't deny the Boys a feast. Right?
The boys nodded in approval as she smiled uncomfortably. She attempted to move slightly to her lest but Pan pulled her closer.
He brought his lips down to her ear, smirk playing on his lips, and whispered, "Don't deny me a chance to make you happy Crys."
Pan had a smile on his lips but his eyes were dark.
Why did he always have to do this.
Crys turned completely red as she turned towards the boys and shrugged her shoulders.
All the Boys cheered on as Pan talked to one of them. Crys, however, was thinking something else. She could feel it.
Someone had just left the camp in a hurry,
Her eyes anxiously flashed back to where she had last seen him.
Felix's club lay abandoned on the ground.