Heads up. This chapter is the one I excised Seether from. Good news is I get to do my back story for Felix. Bad news is the Rescue Party has no idea what they are really about to be running from. Also, a new take on another character. Korn starts us off.

*OUATE*

A modest home in the Enchanted Forest. A farmer, his wife who baked for pocket money and their young son. They lived their happily ever after for 7 years...until hard times found their villiage. Then the ailing father in law was forced to move in. Along with his dedicated wife and only living son.

And so the sins of the past returned with avengence.

The dead have no use for apologies.

"Ma! Look what I can do!" A young voice called. Annie paused in her kneeding. Only to throw the dough in her son's direction screaming at the top of her lungs.

On the wall the shadow of a bird chasing a dragonfly flitted. When the doughball hit his arm, he lost concentration and the scene evaporated.

"M-ma?"

SMACK!

"Never do such wicked things again ya hear?!" His mother was trembling. Felix felt the side of his face stinging like fire, tears welling up in his green eyes.

"But I made it for yo-"

This time he found himself slamming front first into his make shift canvas. He lay there crying while she stomped off to wherever.

What was so wrong? Da said that she loved birds and dragonflys...From when she was little like him. The shadows were pretty. Weren't they? Did he make the wrong ones?

"This'll learn ya. Yer not to practice the demon arts in this house." His mother was suddenly over him, fastening a leather strap to his wrist. It was branded with strange symbols. "Do it again and this'll smart ya worse than that wee tap I gave. Get up and fetch the eggs. Scoot!"

Confused and hurting, he crawled to his feet in order to obey her.

"This is pointless. The natives won't let us into their village without Pan's consent. Being stuck beyond the wards on the New Moon is a sentence reserved for the worst crimes." Hook voiced from the rear of their group. "We'd be better off treading water in the lagoon."

"Same lagoon the mermaids are in? Pass." Emma's sword hacked at a low slung vine with a lil more force than nesessary.

Henry was gone. The amazing little boy she'd only just met a few months ago. For the first time since she refused to even look at him after birth. Because she was a coward too wrapped up in her own pain and guilt; too scared to let anyone back into her aching heart, her flesh and blood was now that monster's new toy!

How Pan looked at Henry was beyond sick. Like he wanted to devour him, take everything the boy was into himself. The way perverts would look at her when she dolled herself up to go out on a Saturday night. It reminded her of the prick who tried to drag her into the backroom of that bar a few years after she got out of jail. She broke his arm and hog tied him with his expensive belt for his trouble though.

Still, that happened after years of being on her own. Having to fight those who would take advantage of her. Henry was 10 almost 11. Despite his bravery, he'd lived a rather sheltered life.

A helpless child in the clutches of a demon that clearly wanted to 'play' with him. Pan was going to take her son's innocence and once again she would not be there for him.

Nausea bubbled up from her core. The berries she'd eaten earlier decided to make a reappearance all over the forest floor as she bent over and braced against a tree. Unable to stop the tremors racking her body.

"Emma! Honey are you alright?" David caught her as her legs gave way. Reverting to a small frightened girl, she clung to her father like a life line.

"No! Oh god what are going to do?! That creep is doing lord knows what to him while we're traipsing around looking for people more likely to kill us than help." She wailed into his chest. "All this way only to get kicked in the balls short of the finish!"

David could only hold his poor daughter as she wept. All of the last few days had just hit her like a semi. While he stroked her hair, her death grip on his shirt slackened. Looking down, he saw her head loll to the side.

Snow and Neal were glaring hatefully at the witch among them, clearly the culprit. Hook just seemed highly amused.

"She was giving me a migraine. And there's that." The Queen motioned to tree branches that were suspiciously low hanging as if reaching out to grab them. There was a yelp as Mary Margret tripped over a root that was definatly not there a second ago. All part of the same trunk Emma had leaned against.

"If this Seether creature doesn't kill us, her wild magic will." Regina groaned. "I want Henry back just as badly but whining like that isn't gonna help. With our luck it'll make things worse. We need to find that white haired little freak, he's got the answers we want."

"No we don't." Gold spoke the instant she closed her mouth. "That white haired little freak, as you call him, is the one pulling Pan's strings. You remember? The smug teenager leading us all about by the nose? I've heard that albino and his twin sister spend their time meddling in the lives of we lesser beings for their own amusement."

"How can you speak so basely of The Lady Sun and The Lord Moon? Especially when The Lord Moon himself has blessed you so?"

A soft voice on the path ahead spoke. Closing in from a few yards away was a young bronze girl. Her expression one of reserved discontent. She wore a simple tan dress down to her shins, the seams sporting a white and blue checker board pattern. A head band of the same design held three black and red feathers. It rested on top of two long black hair braids. Bare feet were noticably dirt free.

At first glance, the girl looked rather dainty, certainly out of place in this dangerous jungle. Then your eyes wander to the machete at her left hip and the whip at the other. The fact that the larger grown men in war paint were following not guarding her was a big red flag as well.

"'Ello again, Princess Tiger Lily." Hook gave a bow with flourish. She responded with a deeper frown before stopping on front of him. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed his collar preventing the pirate from standing straight again..and kneed the leather clad man in the face.

So...now two of them were lights out.

"Welcome back, Hook."

*OUATE*

Sunset would be upon them in two short hours. Having long since moved Henry to another room, Peter watched his lover sleep, ghosting his fingertips over Felix's closed eyelids. Once they opened again, green would be replaced with red.

Seether was much nearer the surface than he expected before sundown. New Moon lasted 3 nights and this was the last in the cycle. Felix had been insanely good at masking the pain until now. Fortunately sex seemed to temper his dark side.

Pan's back and front looked like he'd rolled around on barbed wire. The blonde had screamed like a wanton slut; demanding Pan plow into him harder while scratching him deeply.

Sex with his right hand always served as a pleasurable escape. Their sessions tended to be gentler when Felix was in control; so submissive to Pan's touch he'd even allow being taken in front of the other boys if his leader wished.

It gave Pan no end of amusement to sense the reactions of his other boys to the going on in his quarters. Some, mostly the younger ones, thought Felix was being tortured. Some of the older ones yearned to be in either of their leaders positions. But most just wished they'd hurry up and finish. So they could go back to pretending the relationship wasn't happening.

Of all things imaginable, a broken boy and a (literally) heartless being had fallen in love. Or something deceptively similar. Pan experienced all of Felix's emotions as sure as they were his own. Logic dictated that once a heart left the body, so did the ability to experience genuine feelings. So what the hell was this then?

In any case their relationship seemed even less likely since their first meeting involved Pan pulling Seether's blade out of his gut.

*OUATE*

"Mother I know wha I saw." Annie raged. "I used the guard but he can somehow he over come it!"

"Dear, you have nothing to fear. If Felix had the dark gift, it would be stronger than moving a few shadows about." The elderly woman waved her daughter's distress off. She continued to stir the stew over the fire.

"Ma, that's how he started too. And just like him, Felix is rebelling. You know what we must do if we can't control this one either." Her son Roderick insisted on behalf of his sister.

"No. We made that mistake once before and this family's been cursed for spilling his blood. Look at yer da!"

The man she refered to lay on a cot in the corner, babbling about the mice stealing his hair. Grey strands littered the floor around him, having been ripped out by his own hand. His face and arms sporting deep strips of cloth tying him to the cot kept him from continuing to scratch and tear at himself any longer.

#They're talking about you..#

"Quite you!" The teen hissed under his breath. He had been crouched under the windowsill outside. Upon hearing them talk, he took off into the forest crying. "You aren't real."

#That's quite untrue and you know it. They intend to kill you. Us. Just like that uncle no one dare speak of.# The voice sighed. #I say we don't give them the chance. Let me out.#

"Bad things happen when I do that. Da, Ma and Gran love me."

#They 'loved' him too. Until he became an inconvenience.#

"No. I've done nothin wrong. I'm a good boy. I am!"

#So was he.# the voice paused then growled low.#Someone else is here.#

Without thinking, Felix spun around pushing whoever it was away with his left hand. To his horror, something came out of that hand to pierce the one who'd been lurking. He could clearly see a taller boy looking down at the gaping hole in his stomach. Caused by a sword jutting from the blonde's palm like magic.

"I'm sorry, dear lord I-" He'd surely killed this poor fellow! He WAS bad. The voice was right, they'd surely do it now!

"Calm down. I expected nothing less for sneaking up on you love." A most inappropriate laugh escaped the wounded boy. He calmly placed a finger over the panicked teen's lips. "Can't kill what's already dead. Anyhow, the name they won't say is Peter. But I much prefer Pan nowadays love. Been watching you."