Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late,
You found me, you found me.
-The Fray
Chapter 7: Back where I started
Anastasia POV
No no no no no no no no no. I kept repeating in my mind. We couldn't attack Pan. I had just told him we were getting help, and not attacking. I needed a way to tell Pan. Or else every one else here would pay. And the necklace only worked in my sleep.
I had an idea, an awful, terrible idea.
I swayed, "Guys. I don't feel so good." I said in a light voice. I dropped to the ground. This was a tactic I'd used many times. So the fall didn't hurt any more.
Everyone gathered around me. The worried expression in my fathers face absolutely broke my heart. But I kept up my act. They were all gasping and calling for me but I shut my eyes and after many years of practice, shut my eyes, slowed my heartbeat, and made myself pass out. Before going 100% under I clutched my pendant and whispered so no one else could hear, "I wish to see Peter Pan."
Peter POV
I was playing my pipes for the boys. They were all dancing wildly. I may not act like it, but I did love my lost boys. They were all my family I had never had. Even if I had killed Quinn, he had not been loyal. I had gotten information from Felix, my most trusted and loyal Lost boy and friend.
They boys were dancing, and laughing, joking, and jus having funny. I had given them the life they would have never had. Half way through my song, I heard whispering in the back of my head, I wish to see Peter Pan. I smirked to myself.
I made my way to Felix who was carving a new club and laughing with some other of the older Lost boys. "Felix, watch them, I need to take care of something." Felix of course knew what I was talking about immediately and nodded and I headed over to my tree fort in the treetops. They were enchanted so you couldn't see them unless you were a Lost boy, nor could you get to them. Every lost boy had their own.
I crawled into my hammock and fell asleep..
Anastasia POV
Instead of the white room I had been in before, I was in a fiery red hot room with fire columns blasting in my face every five seconds a column got m right in my arm and I let out a hiss of pain I continued getting blasted and I fell to the floor the pain getting to be to much. My lungs felt like they were burning I was on my own, and I couldn't save my self. I clutched the pendant even more, Please, I need you.
I woke up in a hammock. Gently sawing to a nice breeze. Hawaii? I thought, no. Different trees. I got up and my body felt awful. I looked my self over, and I had red burn marks covering my tan skin. I poked my raw skin and felt my skin tingle were I poked myself. I tried to stand up, but felt like I was going to collapse.
After trying a few more times I was able to stand and walk to what I figured to be a door. The floor was all wood. And so were the walls. honestly this whole place looked like the Swiss Family tree house in Disney World. When I left he part of the tree house I was in I walked across small rope bridges that connected all the tree houses. There had to be 20 at the very least. All the houses were in the upmost portion of the trees, and I couldn't find my way down. The jump was waaay to far.
I tried finding maybe a piece of rope that I could slide down with, but no such luck. Looking, and looking, I couldn't find anything useful. So I turned around to head back to the original housing I had been in.
But as soon as I turned around, I faced the devil himself. Peter Pan smirked at my surprised reaction. "Now, now Annie." He said with delight in his voice, "Why can't you ever just stay Put?
"Well I wouldn't want to make anything to easy for you."
"Oh, but you are" he stated darkly. "How is your dear little head anyway?"
"Just fine, thank you" I could play along with his whole nice act. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened." The bloody bastard had the nerve to smirk as if this was all one funny joke. Like I hadn't just gotten kidnapped. I could barely remember anything before waking up, but I know for a fact I wasn't with Peter fricking Pan.
"Oh after you so nobly tried to contact when you and your family where planning to attack me, instead of getting transported to the Dreamland, like arranged, you were transported to, well there is no official title for it think of it as a Netherland. A place between worlds. As to how you got there, well I plan on letting you figure that out for yourself." He finished playfully. "Or you could just- wait! What do you mean family? Only my father is part of that group?" He chuckled darkly and gave an exasperated sigh like he was explaining all of this to a child.
"Well dear Annie, if Captain Hook is your father, and Milah is your mother, that would make Baelfire who is the dark ones and Milahs son, your half brother. And little Bae had a son named Henry with Emma who I believe you've met and you already know her parents."
"Which means you kidnapped my nephew!"
"Details, details."
"Where is he?!"
"That you don't need to concern yourself with." He relied calmly. Infuriated I walked away, still not having the slightest idea how to get down. I heard Pan chuckled as he followed me. "And what do you think your doing?" I growled. "I'm going to watch this very entertaining spectacle. Oh I'm sorry I should probably use an easier vocabulary. You've been on your own since you were 12 correct? Well then you don't have the best education hmm?"
It was sad but true.
"You know. I could always teach you." Pan said. They way he said it was, gentle. But it was to good to be true. "Ya right" I scoffed. He stroked my arm from behind. "Just something to think about, love." I snapped backwards and turned around to face him, "I don't know what type of game your playing at, but don't ever bring my past into it again."
The jerk smirked. A smirk that annoyed me to no end, but at the same time intrigued me. "And how the bloody hell do you get down from here!?"I finally cracked and yelled.
"Easy like this" He took one last step towards me closing the space between us we were inches, no, centimeters apart. Even though he was a good few inches taller than me I could feel his breath on me as he looked down at me. And soon we were floating. Like actually floating my feet were off the ground! I gripped Peter closer to me and he chuckled as he held me.
Still in the air even though, he could drop me and kill me instantly, which I wouldn't put it past him, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt safe. But this feeling wouldn't last long.
