Chapter 3
I had no slightest idea from where they were taking me. well, who was to blame me? I had a goddamn sack over my head. It was a surprise that I was still able to breath. Sometimes it got suffocating hot in this thing, but I was still able to breath. Luckily, they granted me that wish
I was not really the most graceful person in the world. I was quite the opposite, really. I am most definitely the clumsiest person in the world. I bumped into literally everything in my way. Everything that I looked at, I would at the same knock down using my own ass. I've already stepped on two heels that belonged to the persons who were hiking in front of me. And not to mention, I nearly bumped into a tree. Great.
The journey was quiet. A little too quiet. The weather was cold and moist, so it was not really the best combination ever. Two tall and masculine boys, whom face I wasn't able to see, had a firm grip at each one of my tiny shoulders. I cringed a little when they dug their nails further into my flesh. I'm sure that they left a row of purple bruises on my skin. But I had to say, that I wasn't really cooperating. They had to push me forward, If they really wanted me to move.
The tight ropes around my writs made me unable to get away. But even if I wanted to, there were at least fifteen of those savages to stop me. Clearly impossible thus.
No one talked, so after a while, I decided to break the long icy silence,
"where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to sound manly and confidant. Which obviously did not work because I could hear someone snort.
"that's for us to know and for you an ever remaining question."
"wow, keeping it mysterious I see?" I said bitterly, rolling my eyes even though I knew that they couldn't see my face. This thing was literally getting on my nerves. If only I climbed into that tree when I had the chance.
"shut up." another voice spoke, causing my blood to boil. Suddenly I stopped in my tracks, causing the boys behind me to bump directly into me. just like expected, they cursed me underneath their breath. I had no idea what I was doing or what i was thinking, but My boiling point had reached .
"listen here you dipshit, why won't you kindly take this goddamn thing off my head and we'll go separate ways. No harm done."
"sorry kid, no can do." another different voice told me. His voice had a familiar light British accent to it that I claimed to have heard before. I just couldn't put a face in place that matched that his voice
"what do you even want from me?"
"call it as you like, but we are doing you a favor. A scrawny little boy like you wouldn't last a single day out here."
I let out a loud sarcastic huff. There was clearly no arguing with them, let alone negotiating
The heat uncreased again as we kept walking. It's like you're in some sort of a tropical resort and then it'll change drastically into a area that's so cold and freezing you'll think you're going to freeze your toes off. And vice versa. At this time, My feet hurt so badly that I had blisters on my heal. We were at least walking for about a good hour. Maybe even more. I was so tired and exhausted that It increasingly got harder to keep my pace up.
I slowed down my pace, with the feeling of utter exhaustion, but then I felt a hand hardly shoving me in my back.
"keep up your pace kid. We're almost there."
The walk didn't last long after that. After a while we stepped into a warmer space. The warmth hit my cold upper arms and it immediately send shivers down my spine. I was wondering where they took me because I still had no clear idea where I was. The sack still remained on my head, leavind my unable to see about my whereabouts From my guess, I was in a room or maybe even their hiding place. Who knows? They were so mysterious when they talked about their whereabouts, that it made me wonder what so special about the place was.
I heard some feet shuffle but nothing more. Further than that, it was silent.
The two boys who had the task to guard me earlier, had now loosened their firm grip on my arms. A feeling a relieve flashed me, until one of them shoved me forward, causing me to stumble forward and fall to the ground in front of me. Just before my body slammed into the hard solid ground, I managed to catch myself with my arms and knees. A loud painful groan erupted from my mouth.
Then they finally took the sack of my head. It felt like the light was turned on again and it felt great. A bright white color filled my eyes. Little specks of different colors formed in front of my eyes. I squinted my eyes and tried to adjust to the bitter bright light. After blinking the tears away I finally managed to look around. I gazed around the room -or rather hut- in awe. the room was small. Everything was brown and had earth tinted colors. The chairs, tables, pots, pans etc. A skinned bearskin was sprawled on the ground. Cloaks of diffrent shades and in diffrent patterns were slung around the hut. Every furniture was hand carbed out of wood, I could tell.
This room was definitely more differently than I expected.
"ah William am I right?" a sudden voice spoke from out of nowhere. I was startled by the unfamiliar voice. I looked around warily, trying to find the source of the unfamiliar voice. No result.
"hello?" I choked out hesitantly. My voice was barely above a whisper. I felt a tiny bit tensed. Okay, well a lot.
No response. The air was filled up with tenseness. The air was so tensed that you could almost cut it with a blade and it would bleed to death.
"h-hello?"
From out of nowhere a tall silhouette appeared. It was a boy, again. What a surprise! But he does seemed different than the other boys that took me to him. The boy wore his smile/smirk like a crown. Like a zebra wears his stripes, with pride. He didn't seemed so threatening. Even though he seemed a few years older than me and was probably a few heads taller than me.
His hair was wavy brown and shined like glistening chocolate. His lively eyes were like smooth raindrops of blue and green swirling together. He gave me a half- hearty smile. His clothes were pretty plain but then also so complicated. He leaned againt a pilar that a basic fundament for his hut.
I watched him approach me, while I was still on my knees with my hands down on the ground.
"hello, I believe we haven't met yet." He spoke. He had a light British accent to his voice, but it was clear enough for me to know that he was probably born and raised in England. He stuck a helpful hand. I hesitated, before I grabbed his arm and letting him pull me up.
"welcome to Neverland." He said, while roughly shaking my hand. Ah yes, I forgot he thought that I was a boy. "uhum," I stuttered, while trying to withdrawal my violently shaken hand. I stretched and wiggled my fingers. The stinging left almost immediately. Awkwardly, I looked at the guy. I felt really embarrassed. I had no words to say. I didn't know what to say exactly. I was in unknown territory with unknown people who I've never met. I couldn't tell because if I was a shy person. I was completely speechless, other than some babbling I chocked out. "N-neverland?"
"i-I'm in... Neverland?" I asked in total disbelieve. Neverland. The name 'Neverland' kept ringing a stupid bell, but the freaking amnesia or whatever you call it, just won't stop working against me.
"Indeed you are." He spoke, while putting his hands to his sides.
"how did I even get here?"
He looked at me and chuckled amused. I looked at him confused and raised my eyebrows in a slight annoyance.
He began pacing circles around me, while he nonchalantly flicked his head up in the air.
"well, most children who visit Neverland, visit it in their dreams. Or when their lonely and they are in desperate need of some adventure and some new friends. Others are just send here mainly because they 'believe'. So call it what you like; a dream, despair or faith."
"but what if you can't remember the reason why you're here?" I asked, letting my eyes follow him curiously. He turned his attention back to me, glee evident in his eyes.
"Wouldn't that be a great adventure?!" he called out in enthusiasm, while throwing both of his hands in the air.
"adventure?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
"yeah, I mean. You get to start all over again. No past, no guilt's and no apprehensions. Something the boys here would love to kill for!"
"boys?" I asked confused again. Well, actually I already had a slight idea what he referring to. I think he meant the boys that took me here. they boys that had brought me here up against my will. The boys that didn't let me leave when I wanted to. The boys who followed their orders because this guy probably ordered them to. The boys who lead a life in Neverland.
"you mean the savages that took me here?"
"they're not savages!" he told me, slightly irritated by my choice of words.
"they are lost boys. They always have been. From the day that they were born till they day that they die."
confusion was clearly written all over my face. He started pacing again, but this time it was towards me. I took a step back. I will not let my guard down already. I had a feeling that something fishy was going on around here.
"so you are a lost boy to then?" I asked hesitantly, raising my eyebrows and placing my hands on my hips.
"well, you could say that." He answered, a slight smirk appeared on his face.
"well than who are you?" curiosity was taking me over.
"oh did I forget to introduce myself? How rude of me." he smirked, he took a step closer towards me. He was just a few inches away from me and I felt a knot forming in my stomach. This guy was really getting on my nerves. Even more than that Felix guy.
"my name is Peter... Peter Pan."
