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My skull pounded and my eyes were heavy. I'd have to take some Advil when I got downstairs. And then the dread set in. It was like the feeling of waking up from a horrible nightmare to the wonderful feeling of safety, put the other way around and multiplied by 1000.

I continued pretending to sleep, not wanting to face that horrid demon.

But it didn't seem to fool him. "Ah, awake my dear warrior princess, are we?"

His voice disgusted me. Everything about him disgusted me. But I continued my facade, hoping to convince him of my unconsciousness, but not even believing it myself.

Immediately, I felt rough hands on my neck. My eyes shot open and I gasped.

"Knew it'd work."

The pressure was increasing, and it was getting harder to take breaths.

"Wha-what do yo-you wa-nt?" I managed to spit out, considering the fact that I could barely breathe.

Pan released his tight hold, his hands still on my neck. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was too soon. He suddenly brought his face to mine, and he once again was breathing on my ear. He really needed to learn what personal space was, then again, I had a sick feeling that would never have stopped him.

"Oh Kayla dear, isn't it obvious?" He said, slightly seductively. I had to hold in my vomit.

"You," he continued. "Well, you, and your power. Or, rather, your traits."

I paused for a few seconds, torn between finding out what the hell he's talking about, or slap him and get the hell outta here. I figured the second option better, realizing that there's no way he's telling the truth about whatever he's talking about.

I brought my right hand up, ready to push him off and, well, hurt him, but my eyes widened in dismay when he saw, and before I knew it I was completely pinned down.

I groaned, trying to look nonchalant, like I wasn't affected by it, when really my fear was growing by the second. If he was going to keep me like this, how the hell was I ever getting out?

"Nice try, but not good enough," he smirked. "You're not getting away. Not now. Not ever." He whispered menacingly, obviously trying to induce maximum amounts of fear into me.

So I showed him exactly the opposite. "I'm not afraid of you Pan. I don't know what other girls you've taken have acted like, but I can tell you I am nothing like them. I will never do anything you say, and I will leave this hell, let me tell you." I stared into his eyes with a defiance so strong I could almost feel it emitting from me.

His face contorted dangerously, and I frowned slightly. His hand roughly grabbed my chin, and he squeezed hard and forced my face up so his face was on my neck. I knew it would bruise, but honestly that was the least of my worries right now.

"You are scared. You won't admit it Kayla but I can sense your fear. And it feels like heaven, let me tell you," he snarled, almost animalistically.

His hand was squeezing even tighter onto my chin, and I felt helpless. So helpless.

And then I realized that if his hand was squeezing the life out of my chin, mine was free.

I had seen a dagger in his belt earlier, and this time I had to be ready for whatever trick he had.

So I had to keep him occupied while I got it. Man I definitely wasn't going to enjoy this.

"Pan, I…I want you" I whispered desperately, feeling pathetic immediately.

He raised his right eyebrow, which I may note was very intriguing. And then his mouth was on my neck again, rougher this time. Kissing and, oh oh no. Biting. I gasped, and tried to let out the most convincing moan I could.

I was so close. Just another few seconds and I'd have the knife.

But then his mouth moved up. No. No Kayla, this isn't worth it, you can find another way to get out. But I knew, I knew this was the only way.

I was going to have to have my first kiss with Peter Pan. And I was going to have to pretend to enjoy it the whole time.

And then his lips came crashing down on mine, and I closed my eyes, trying not to pull away.

Okay, I had to pretend I was into this, so I kissed back. It felt off, so wrong, but I was getting closer to the dagger. Just a bit more.

So when his tongue poked at my lips, I had to hold in my dismay and open them. It moved around, and I felt disgusted. I had to get the knife. Now.

Got it. It was in my grasp, and now I needed to act on it. I tried to wait for the right moment, when he was most occupied, as I continued my charade. And then I felt it. A slight bulge. Down there.

Now.

I stabbed him. Just like that. I felt the knife dig into his skin, and it was a horrible feeling. I hadn't meant to; I wasn't planning on doing that, then again, what was I planning on doing? But I knew I had to leave now.

His mouth emitted a slight gasp before his weight completely dropped on top of me.

I wriggled out of underneath him, and my head spin immediately, but I ignored it, knowing I had to get out right now.

I knew I'd need a weapon if I came across his goons, so I scrunched my face, turned my head, and pulled the knife out. Blood spurted slightly, but not too badly.

I ran. But then I saw. We were in a tree house. And there was no ladder.

So I did the only thing I could. I jumped.

For about half a second, I was flying, then I landed with a thud on my feet before falling onto my back immediately with the impact.

I groaned in pain. My ribs still hurt from his kick, I realized, and the jump had torn my t-shirt, scraping my back. And then there was my head.

I took a deep breath, let it out, and began to run. I didn't see any of his boys around, so I didn't waste all my energy on running when I'd need it later, but I moved quickly and swiftly.

I used this time to think about life, like I was doing in the shower so little time ago. What was this place? There's clearly something magic here, but why? How? Why was I here? He had said something about my traits? I mean, he had to have been feeding me lies, but it still intrigued me. What did he want with me?

It had been about an hour and a half, and I had no idea where I was. I was being careful around the shrubbery, knowing that anything poisonous could be there.

I paused, hearing voices. The boys.

"Did you hear what happened Slightly? She stabbed him! Just like that!"

"Shut up Tootles, we can't be talking about that!"

"He's furious. Make sure none of you say anything to him; he just might cut off your fingers."

My eyes widened. I stabbed him. How can he be "furious"? He should be dead. Then I realized, a stab probably wouldn't do crap to him. And then I analyzed the other part: he would cut off his own boys' fingers just because they would talk to him? What would he do to me if he catches me?

I suddenly realized I was standing here, like a sitting duck. I needed to get as far away from them as I could. I slowly backed away, careful not to make a sound.

And then I hit something. A chest. Before I could open my mouth, it was muffled by a rough hand, but no. This was a different hand, not Pan's. It was bigger, older. I was pulled away behind a tree as he wrapped his other arm around my waist.

Nevertheless, just because it wasn't Pan by no means meant it was all sunshine and inviting, so I obviously struggled, trying hard to wiggle my way out.

"Shh. It's okay, lass. They're coming this way. Don't move." He whispered quietly in my ear, but it wasn't like Pan. He was calm, nice. So I stopped.

We both waited with bated breath for them to pass by, and then another five minutes for good measure. Once we were sure they were gone, he let go of me.

I immediately turned around to face him. He had dark hair, almost black, but not quite, and a small scruff of mustache and beard. He had quite an attractive face, but he looked about 30, with piercing blue eyes that had obviously seen horrid things. But the thing that stood out most was the perfect silver hook in place of his left hand. He saw me staring at it, so I decided to, well, speak to him.

"Who are you?" I asked simply.

"Me? I'm Killian. Killian Jones," he replied cockily with a thick Irish accent. I almost missed it, being around Pan's British accent for even a few hours.

I stared him down. He was wearing black leather with a silver colored chain on his neck. He looked, almost like… a pirate.

"So, what are you some sort of pirate?" I asked casually. I obviously had no trust for this man yet, but I wanted to sound like I was gullible, just in case.

"Actually, love, that's exactly what I am," he smirked.

I raised my eyebrows. First a magical island with a magical demon ruler, and now a pirate?

"Why are you here? Do you work for Pan? And why did you help me?" I hadn't mean to ask so many questions at once, but at this point I didn't exactly care.

"I need some time. Lots of it. And since time never passes here in Neverland, I decided to come here. I need to plot revenge against a certain crocodile. And no, I most certainly don't work for Pan, although we have come to an agreement. And I helped you because I know what it's like being on the receiving end of Pan's games, and I didn't want you to go through that just yet."

I frowned, "Just yet?"

"Don't you know lass? I'm sorry to tell you this, but if he wants you, he's going to get you," he responded solemnly.

"No. I…I stabbed him. How can he still be alive?" I knew the answer, but I was frantic. This was all too much. One minute I'm in my wonderful small town with all the people I love, and the next I'm in this horrible island where I have to stab evil horny magical demon boys. I missed it. I missed it so much. I missed Sid. I missed Mom and Dad. I missed Vic and Calum. I missed my room, my house. I missed school. Heck I missed Mrs. Cornegy from across the street. I missed home. I was torn away from that perfect life. Why me? Why did this have to happen? I loved that life, and now I'm on the run from this-this…

And then I felt the hot tears on my cheeks. I was crying. In front of a pirate stranger. Just a day ago, I would never do this. But I can't anymore.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, and I couldn't do anything to keep the tears from falling.

I felt Killian's arms around me. It was warm, and comforting. It felt sort of like a hug from Sid. So I let it comfort me as much as it could. I pretended it was Sid hugging me, and I was home. I closed my eyes and we stayed that way for a few minutes before my last tears fell.

I didn't want to move, but I knew I couldn't stay like this forever. I had to be strong; that's what I was. Strong.

I pulled away, and wiped my tears.

"You must think I'm some weak pitiful sissy now," I laughed.

"No no. That's the opposite of what I think lass. You stabbed Pan, you stood up to this threatening stranger you didn't know anything about. You've stayed strong and determined. You are anything but weak. Always remember that," he told me with a smile. He was gripping my shoulders softly; it all felt so familiar.

"That's exactly what my brother would say," I smiled softly, realizing what the familiar feeling was coming from.

He smiled back, a hopeful one, before it faded. "Aye. I had a brother once. Lost him on this very island, almost," he said somberly.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I mean, I guess I could relate, being ripped from my whole life, my brother being an enormous part of it."

"What was his name? Hell what's your name?" He laughed half-heartedly.

"I guess I never told you. I'm Kayla, and his name was-is Sid," I replied. I'm already referring to him as a thing of the past; I can't do that.

"Well Kayla, I'd love to invite you to my ship, the Jolly Roger, but I have a feeling Pan will be waiting for you to show up there," said Killian.

"I don't want to put you in any danger, Killian. You can't let on that you ever met me. I don't want anything to happen to you because of me," I said quickly and unsurely.

I knew this one thing, if nothing else. I couldn't let others endanger themselves because of me and my, well, status on this island. I couldn't get close to Bae, or Killian. I had to be by myself.

I had to be alone. And that scared me most of all.

So I hope you all enjoyed the chapter:) Kayla's very clever isn't she? Seducing Pan just to stab him in the back, literally. And Killian's here YESSS! Don't worry, Bae's coming back. I feel like Hook could be like her big brother just because he has that nature to him, you know. Tell me what you think:)