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She stared at Felix, hoping he wasn't going to make a huge recovery in the next minute. Anna didn't want to risk it, she took off running again.

By now she could see the cliffs as the end of the jungle, the steep drop off that led to the stormy, dark sea. It was still night time and the ocean looked like a blanket of ink, crashing against the stone of the cliffs.

Glancing around, she thought every tree was moving and every boy was hiding just to spring out and watch as she pissed herself. Anna still felt dizzy from her scrap with Felix and, as she tenderly touched the purpling patch on her forehead, she became aware of her mild concussion.

Anna stumbled, hoping she could regain her composure, and tried to move ahead, tried to make her way down to the cliffs. She stared round at the clawing fingers of the trees and the looming, laughing, shadows that seemed to be closing in around her. She wanted to find somewhere to rest, to hide from the threat of torch light.

She wondered how far she had wandered from Felix and Pan but she wasn't completely sure if she was ever away from Pan.

The thought sent a shiver trailing through her and she shook with the sudden chill, turning to examine the trees. She wasn't sure what type they were but they stretched up larger then any tree she had ever seen, shading the already dark jungle in night, she pondered how any light even got through in the daytime.

Trying to discover a place to rest, Anna paced deeper into the jungle, sure every step she took was a trap. The girl was weary, not stick thin but curvy, she was cold now and it was mainly from fear.

The apprehension was apparent, she had been brought up to be careful. And now, as she crept through the foliage with her body low to the ground, she was being as careful as a mouse when it realized the cat was close.

Anna spotted a mossy ledge with a kind of dirt, alcove under it and decided this was where she would stay. Laying herself on the ground, she expected it to be moist, the dark green moss looked sodden but instead, it was bone dry, she doubted there had been rain in a long time. Still, the ground was freezing cold, Anna didn't mind.

She rolled herself into the alcove and stared up at the muddy ceiling, roots crawled out of the dank undergrowth and insects swarmed over those. Anna was used to sleeping in bad conditions but there was something else preventing her from sleep that night. Every tree seemed to hold an abnormal shadow but as soon as she blinked, her mind re-arranged it into something much more ordinary. Still, Anna couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her and at one point she couldn't have sworn she saw the shape of someone sat cross legged in the tree but it was only her eyes playing tricks on her...

Anna had a restless nights sleep, full of intrusive dreams and that devilish smile. She had woken herself up with the sounds of her own shouting, jolting upright in her naturalistic bed.

The morning sun was glinting at her through the trees, the only reason the white light made it through the canopy at all was because the leaves were so thin.

The Lost Boy's must have had to rest too because she couldn't hear the strange, elusive, cries that had haunted her dreams last night and no one seemed to be around.

Anna took full advantage of being alone and rolled out of her spot. Her long, wavy hair had stuck to her cracked lips, more white than purple. Untangling herself she wiped the dried blood from her nose and stood up.

The small girl fell backwards with the head rush and landed on her bum, her green, hunters eyes widened in embarrassment. She was still dizzy from the head trauma but had managed to sleep the worst of it off.

All she had to do was survive until this afternoon and she was home free, providing Pan made good on his promise.

She had a feeling Pan only played by his own rules.

Anna knew if she got to the shore she would be better equipped, she could find a weapon and places to hide. Maybe she could even take on Pan, she knew she could fight him off if he stopped using all that fucking magic.

Outwardly she growled at the thought of Peter Pan, there was no way she would let him get inside her head. Maybe he was already there.

Then something stopped her.

A noise.

From behind her.

The pull of wire.

Anna froze and the sound of wire tightening made her slowly turn around, spinning on the flat of her foot. She stared at the teenager gripping the bow and arrow, the bowstring pulled back towards his chest and the arrow with the steel tip poking out from his fingers.

Anna inhaled.

The teenager raised his eyebrows and smiled toothily. He loosed the arrow.

Anna gasped for air and then the force of the arrow struck her hard in the shoulder, yanking her backwards and throwing her down on the ground.

"Ahh!" She screamed out, the arrow was embedded in her right shoulder. She clutched at it, her eyes attempting to block out the pain as her back arched, lifting her off the ground.

Her panicked and pained breaths were the only sound she could hear, blood rushing in her ears. A bird sang in the distance. Anna was aware of heavy footfalls coming towards her.

Anna turned onto her back, staring at the boy advancing on her, the grin on his face was still avid. The bow had been dropped to his side and now he was coming towards her, coming to claim his prize.

Beginning to retreat, Anna scrambled away, pushing herself further and further away. Anna looked down at the stick protruding from her shoulder and winced.

Her eyes flickered from the guy to the arrow to any possible escape route.

Reaching up, Anna wrapped her hand around the stick, close to her soldier and yanked.

"Ahh!" Her primal cry startled the boy but he kept coming.

Sharp tears pricked at the edges of her eyes as she tried to pull the arrow head out again, wincing again and grimacing against the pain. The arrow was stuck. With another harsh pull, Anna saw the edges of the arrow push against her skin,white points appearing as the arrow under it tried to break through but it wasn't quite enough to pierce it.

"Come on," She begged.

The Lost Boy bent down, his menacing face dangerously close to hers. He snatched at her shoulders and ripped her towards him.

This was it.

Anna howled out in excruciating pain as she wrenched the arrow from her shoulder, tearing it through the skin and clearly out of her body with a splatter of blood.

Blood began pulsing from the wound but Anna knew she didn't have time to treat herself right now. With a driving force of power she slammed the arrow back down into the boy's shoulder.

He howled out, falling off her in the same amount of pain she had been in not two minutes ago.

Hand slipping in blood, Anna tried to gripped the open wound. She scrambled to her knees and watched as the boy flailed about, something glinting in the pocket of his coat.

Anna grabbed the knife and ripped it from his pocket. Then, turning, she tripped and fell, still holding on to the pulsing puncture. Getting up again she spared one last look at the boy wriggling in the ground, seething and cursing her.

"You fucking bitch!" He screeched in a falsetto voice, mewling and crying in pain. He was only young, younger than her, about fifteen.

Anna sprinted off throughout the jungle, sobbing with intense pain and faltering from the blood loss. She desperately needed shelter and, looking at the knife, a fire.