I groaned, flipping over on my stomach. I felt almost like I couldn't breath. I was on the ground, and it definitely felt like I had broken a rib.
I heard Henry coughing next to me too.
I realized that there was a third person next to us.
I struggled to pull myself up, then helped Henry up too.
"What did you do!?" Henry yelled at the boy, who was pulling himself up.
The boy was wearing a dark hood that covered most of his voice. He had very pointed features, and his eyes were engulfed in circles that were probably from a lack of sleep. Blond hair fell into his eyes.
"Welcome to Neverland." He smirked.
Several other hooded figures came out from the woods that surrounded us. It looked like the woods back in Storybrooke, but I had a feeling it wasn't.
The figures started to circle us.
"Run," I whispered to Henry, and we sprinted.
Darn backpack I shouldn't brought. It was hitting on my back as we ran. Henry's was too. I heard the boys several feet behind us.
Making sure Henry was in front, he led the chase, springing through trees and jumping over fallen logs.
"They're falling behind!" I yelled up to Henry.
I yelled too soon. Henry went to run over a tree root. His foot got caught on the root.
I didn't stop soon enough, falling on top of Henry as well.
I heard the boys catching up. Henry and I both breathing heavily. I didn't know how much farther we could run.
As I was getting up, a hand grabbed my arm and grabbed the back of Henry too and pulled us off the side, to a small clear.
"Come on," the voice said. Familiar voice.
We dropped down, hearing footsteps run by us. Boys yelling to each other.
"Thanks," Henry said to the boy. Who dropped his hood. Who I knew.
"I should've guessed.." I said. Henry glancing between the both of us as we made eye contact.
"Lady, was it?" Tramp said, smirking.
"This is the tramp?" Henry asked.
I nodded my head.
"Do you know where you are?" Henry asked.
Tramp dropped his eyes. "We're in Neverland."
"You brought us to Neverland!?" I yelled at the boy.
"Now, let me explain."
"Make it quick, Tramp." I glared at him.
"I had to do it. If I didn't Pan would hurt me or worse."
"Pan, as in, Peter Pan?" Henry asked.
The boy nodded his head. "He had me do it. But there's no time for questions."
"So, all you said about having your own family..?" I asked.
"Those Lost Boys are nice.. When they're not being controlled by Pan."
I clicked my tongue, frustrated with this boy. What else was he hiding?
"We have to be careful. Pan knows just about everything that happens on this island. We have to keep moving. Come on, let's go." He helped me and Henry up, and we started off on our journey again.