And now, we get to know an original character of mine. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Marla is my creation, everything else is Disney's.

Tinkerbell glared deeply into the eyes of the fairy standing before her. They were black and pitiless, but there also seemed to be a small hint of glee in them. It seemed almost as if she was doing all she could to hold back the utter joy she must've been feeling at that moment. It was when Tink noticed that small trace of glee that she realised something terrifying: she may very well be at the mercy of a psychopath.

Tinks arms were beginning to ache from being held in such an uncomfortable position for too long, and the ropes tying her ankles to the chair legs were so tight that they were cutting into her skin. But Tink paid no attention to any of those aches, she was simply too mezmerized by the beautiful yet sinister looking fairy. After a few more moments of silence, they fairy finally spoke.

"So, you're the famous Tinkerbell?" She asked. Her voice was snake-like and a little raspy, like the voice of a person who smoked a pack a day.

Tink didn't answer, she just continued to glare harshly at the her. After a few seconds, the sinister looking fairy approached Tinkerbell and held out her hand, as if she was looking to shake hands.

"It's truly a pleasure to finally meet you! I'm Marla." She said, sounding genuinely thrilled.

Tink continued to glare. There was no way she was going to play nice with this chick, especially if she was going to mock her like this. Marla slowly lowered her hand and gave a small chuckle.

"Oh, that's right, your hands are shackled, aren't they." She said mockingly.

She then slowly circled the chair, her eyes transfixed on Tinkerbell, as if she were a hawk staring down at her prey. When she came back to the front of the chair, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Tsk, tsk, that certainly looks uncomfortable." She said mock sympathetically.

"No shit." Tink muttered under her breath.

Marla didn't seem to hear as she pulled up another fairy sized chair and plopped down in it. She crossed one leg over the other and leisurely bobbed her foot up and down. Marla just stared at Tinkerbell for a few more moments before speaking again

"Not a very chatty little pixie are you?" She asked, seemingly trying to sound friendly, but with a voice like hers, that was utterly impossible.

"I prefer not to associate with pirates." Tink said cooly.

Marla gave a raspy laugh.

"Sweetie, let's get one thing straight, I'm no pirate. Even though I've been with pirates for a very long time, I've never considered myself to be one of them. I'm a fairy, just like you." She said confidently.

"You're not like me, I would never lower myself to siding with these worthless codfish." Tink said angrily.

Marla laughed again.

"Well, I'll give you that, most of these guys really are quite worthless. But I did not simply decide to join them, I was born with them." She said, suddenly sounding serious.

Although Tink in no way admired this fairy, she had to admit that she was somewhat intrigued when she heard this.

"You were born with the pirates, so you've never been in Pixie Hollow?" Tink asked, trying to sound unimpressed, but not doing a very good job.

Marla seemed amused by Tinks question. She gave a small smile.

"No, I never arrived in Pixie Hollow. My laugh was captured by Hook, who used some pixie dust he had extracted from some captive fairy to bring me to life. He brought me up like a daughter, showed me the life of a pirate. And I can honestly say, I can't imagine any other life but this." Marla explained.

Tink had to admit, this was very interesting story Marla was telling her. But no matter how interesting it was, Tink couldn't allow herself to be lulled into a false sense of security. Marla was obviously trying to get Tinkerbell to be comfortable with her, so she would be more likely to let slip the location of Peters hideout. Tink opened her mouth to say something, but Marla interrupted.

"All those never fairies think they have it made, they think life is all about doing nothing but good and decency." She said coldly.

She then paused for a moment and closed her eyes, as if she were deep in thought about something. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, stared away from Tinkerbell and spoke again.

"But Hook showed me what life is really about." She said quietly.

She then looked back at Tinkerbell and gave a chilling smile.

"Perhaps I can show you as well. But first, you and I need to have a little talk concerning your friend, Peter." She said sinisterly.

She then reached down to the side of her foot and pulled a small white box from a holder on her boot. She opened the end of the box and plunked out a small white cylinder looking thing. Tink coudn't quite figure out what it was until she saw Marla put one end of it in her mouth and light the other end with a match. She had seen humans use these on the mainland, they were called shigarettes or cigarettes or something like that. She didn't know exactly what the point of those things were, but couldn't stand to be around them. They stank and made people cough a lot, and she was sure it was the cause of Marlas raspy voice.

Marla took a long drag of her cigarette, held it in, then slowly let out a long puff of smoke. She gripped the cigarette between her middle and index finger, pulled it out of her mouth and held it to the side of her head.

"So, let's talk, shall we?" She asked as she flicked a bit of ash from the end of it.

Tink let out a long hard sigh.

"Look, Marla, I already told your master that there's no way I'm gonna betray my best friend. I don't care what you do to me, I'm not telling you where is hideout is. Go ahead and kill me if you want, or torture me, I honestly don't care, just don't waste my time by trying to put on this facade that you're my friend or something. I want nothing to do with you, or your stupid pirate friends." She said firmly.

Marlas expression, which had been rather calm and content since she had entered the room, was now annoyed and a little angered. When Tink noticed this, a chill ran down her spine. Had Marla lost her temper already? She didn't seem like the kind to quickly turn angry.

Marla quickly rose to her feet and approached Tinkerbell. Without hesitating, she grabbed Tink by the throat and gave it a hard squeeze. Tink gagged and coughed, but Marla just squeezed harder.

"Let me make on thing perfectly clear to you, dearie! Hook is NOT my Master! Nobody tells me what to do! I am his equal, not his slave! All those other pirates, they don't order me around, they work FOR me, just as much as they work for Hook! I run this ship alongside Hook! Even he knows better than to go against what I say! Understand?" Marla asked angrily.

Tink just continued to gasp for air and cough. Marla tightened her grip on Tinks neck, her sharp nails were now digging into her skin. Tink could almost feel the sides of her throat crushing against each other.

"I said do you understand me?" Marla asked again, now squeezing so hard that Tinks face was turning blue.

"Y-yes!" Was all Tink managed to choke out.

Marla continued to hold her throat for a few seconds more, then she slowly loosened her grip and removed her hand. Tink gasped and coughed hysterically, her face slowly changed back to its usual color. Marla chuckled a bit as she watched Tink violently cough. She then turned back to her chair, sat down in it, and resumed her pose from earlier.

"I apoligize for that. Sometimes I have a tendency to lose my temper easily." She said insincerely.

Though Tink was still gasping and coughing, she heard what Marla had said, and shot her a quick angry glare. She had a feeling Marla wasn't really sorry for what she did. She had seemed to take pleasure in causing her pain like that.

"You do know that the whole idea of kidnapping you was mine? Not Hooks." Marla said as she took another drag of her cigarette, and blew the smoke out her nostrils.

Tink was now starting to breathe normally, but her throat was still sore, and she could almost feel blood trickling down her neck from where her nails had dug in. She still didn't feel like speaking at this moment, but Marla continued talking anyway.

"Hook told me so much about you, what kind of person you are, what your talent is, how well you seemed to get along with that boy. So I figured, the best way to get to Peter, would be through you. So I had my pirates watch you for the past few months, track where you would go and stuff like that, but we could never track you to anything we would consider to be a hideout, you are quite the elusive little pixie after all. But we were able to track you to that old log in the middle of nowhere, and I decided that was where a good place to trap you would be."

'So, that explains the mysterious bush last night.' Tink thought. Marla began to chuckle again.

"Boy, I really had you going didn't I? 'Oh, help me! Help me!'" She cried in the frightened voice she had used in the pit, and then laughed some more.

Although Tink knew that there was no way she could have known that this fairy was working for Hook, -or working with Hook as she probably preffered- she still couldn't help but feel stupid.

Marlas laughing eventually ceased and she gave a long, contented sigh.

"Well, I'm getting off topic. Anyway, why don't you want to tell me where the hide out is? Why do feel you have to protect that boy? What do you owe him?" She asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"I don't owe him anything. He's my friend, and this is what friends do for each other." Tink said, her voice was a little raspy.

Marla arched an eyebrow and flicked more ash form her cigarette.

"Really? Is that what you believe? Do you think he would do the same for you?" Marla asked as she placed the cig back in her mouth.

Tink scoffed at this.

"I'm not even gonna dignify that with an answer." She said coldly.

Marla shook her head.

"And that, my little darling, is why I stick with pirates. You see, only they know the truth about friendship. It was Hook who taught me something very important about friendship, and now, I'm going to teach it to you." She said.

"And what do you have to teach me about friendship that's so important?" Tink asked harshly.

Marla gave a wicked smile.

"It's a lie." She whispered.

Tinks eyes widend and her jaw hung slightly. What Marla had just said pretty much confirmed what Tink thought about her the moment she entered the room: she was insane!

"Let me get this straight, you're trying to convince me to give away the location of the hideout and put my best friends life at risk, by telling me that friendship is a lie?" Tink asked dumbfoundedly.

Marlas smile faded a little.

"If you would just hear me out for a few minutes, I could explain to you why-" She started before Tink interrupted.

"No! I'm not going to listen to anything you have to say! I don't know what Hook could've possibly meant when he told you that, but he's a stupid, codfish, asshole! And you must not be very bright either if you would take anything he has to say seriously! Peter's my best friend, and what we have is true friendship, which is something that someone like you could never-"

This time Marla interrupted.

"Oh, really? You're really that close with each other?" Marla asked sharply.

"You bet your ass we are!" Tink said confidently.

"Then, would you mind telling me why you were crying at that log?" Marla asked, sounding like she had just caught Tink off guard.

Tink remained silent. She couldn't tell Marla about her falling out with Peter. If she did, Marla would use it against her, and Tink would really be up a creek, as if she wasn't already.

Marla arched her eyebrow sadistically.

"Ah, could it have been something Peter said to you?" She asked sinisterly.

Tink shook her head quickly. She was going to have to lie to get out of this.

"N-no! I was, uh, just having a rough morning!" Tink said in a rushed tone.

Marla just chuckled and shook her head.

"Sweet heart, there's no need to lie to me. I'm trying to help you, after all." She said calmly.

But Tink had had enough of this crazy fairy, and she began to violently struggle to escape again. She tried kicking her legs, but the ropes around her ankles were simply too tight. She tried squeezing one of her hands through the shackle, but it was also too tight, and it just caused her wrist to hurt.

Marla just watched Tink struggle with an amused look on her face. After a few minutes, Tinks struggling slowly came to a stop. She panted heavily as Marla gave a small giggle.

"Are you finished?" Marla teased.

Tink didn't answer, she just closed her eyes and continued to pant. Marla cleared her throat and spoke again.

"As I asked you earlier, do you really think Peter would go through any of this for you? Actually, forget Peter, do you think that any of your friends would go through this for you? She asked.

Just like last time, Tink wasn't going to answer such a despicable question. In fact, she was done talking with this fairy all together. From now on, she was going to remain mute, or at least try to. She turned away from Marla and closed her eyes. Marla didn't seem to get the hint though, as she continued talking as if Tink were truly interested in what she had to say.

"Somehow I doubt it, Tinkerbell. I believe that when under the proper circumstances, a person will easily betray their friends as if they never truly mattered to them. Mind you, it's nothing personal, it's just the way of the world."

Marla then paused to gage Tinks reaction. Tink just looked away, but Marla was determined to finish her speech, so she continued.

"Think about it, Tinkerbell. Why do people even bother to make friends with each other in the first place? So they can share their feelings with someone? To go on exciting adventures with each other? No, the true reason for friendship is to have someone to take advantage of, someone to use for personal gain. And when that someone outlives their usefulness, you cast them aside for someone more powerful. Don't you see? It's all based on lies and deception. Hook himself has gone through many of his pirates that way. Hell, I myself wouldn't hesitate to toss him aside if I had the chance. And just look at all those countries on the other side of the second star, constantly fighting wars with each other. One day two countries will be fighting alongside each other, the next, they completely turn on each other. Individuals are no different, betrayal of our friends is the only way we evolve as living beings, it's just how things are. Don't you agree?"

Tinkerbell remained silent, but she had taken in every word Marla had said, and frankly, she couldn't believe that someone could have such a sick, twisted way of looking at the world. This couldn't just be Hooks influence. There was something seriously wrong with this fairy, and if Tink wasn't afraid of her earlier, she was now. But no matter what, she couldn't let that fear show, she couldn't let Marla know that she was getting to her. So she kept her face straight and calm.

"Now then, if you have even an ounce of intelligence in that brain of yours, I suggest you tell me where Peters hideout is. Cast him aside, before he can do the same to you." Marla said encouragingly.

Tink continued to remain silent and kept her face straight. The only way she could prevent herself from giving anything away was to not say a word, though she wanted nothing more than to tell Marla off at that moment.

Marla let out a small, annoyed sigh.

"Look sweetie, I promised Hook I'd help him with getting rid of that boy. Personally, I don't really care either way, and I have a feeling Hook may just be using me for something, or maybe I'm using him. Who knows? But the important thing is, we're not gonna rest until we have what we want, and somehow, the death of that boy will bring us closer to whatever it is. But the only way it's gonna happen, is if we know where his hideout is, so we can catch him off guard. Now, you can either tell me willingly, or I can get the answer out of you the hard way. If you tell me now, I'll let you fly out of here as you are, and you'll never have to put up with me or these loser pirates again, and on top of that, you'll re-enter the world with a new perspective on things. But if you continue to play the mute, well, by the time I've extracted the answer from you, I may just have to put you out of your misery." She said grimly.

Marla just stared at Tinkerbell, waiting for her answer. Tink closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest, and sweat was beginning to form on her brow. She knew what was coming, she just didn't know what exactly it was going to involve. But no matter how horrible it would be, she would never break. "Death Before Betrayal!" It was an oath she and the lost boys took when they first got together, something that Peter made them swear by. But it was more than just a solemn oath that would keep Tinkerbell from betaying her friend. For no matter how much Peter got on her nerves, and no matter how cruel the last thing he said to her was, she still loved that kid more than her own life, and now she was going to show it! Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned to face Marla.

"You know, telling you where the hideout is now sounds like a pretty good idea." Tink said, trying to sound serious.

Marla gave a triumphant smile.

"But I have a better idea..." Tink continued.

Marlas smile faded a little. Tink cleared her throat -still sore from the strangling- and spoke.

"How about this, I don't tell you anything, but you let me go anyway, then i'll beat the crap out of you for the next, oh, let's say ten minutes, then when I'm done, you thank me profusely for showing you how pathetic your life is and then I'll leave! Once I'm gone, you go sit in the corner and cry in the fetal position for the next few hours! Does that sound good to you?" Tink spat.

Marla just glared at Tinkerbell for a few seconds, then let out a long, sharp exhale.

"Well, I tried." She said, shaking her head sadly, as she rose to her feet and walked up to Tinkerbell.

Marla took one last long drag of her cigarette, then blew the smoke into Tinks face. Tink coughed a bit, but kept a confident look on her face. Marla then firmly grabbed Tink at her chin with one hand, and held the cigarette above her face with the other hand. Slowly she brought the burnt end of it down toward her cheek. Tink could feel the warmth of the cigarette as it moved closer to her face. Right when it was about a half-inch from her cheek, Marla paused for a moment, then, without warning, quickly pressed it in. Tink groaned in pain as her flesh sizzled under the cigarette butt.

"Oh, very original!" Tink groaned sarcastically through gritted teeth.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for the classics." Marla said as she forced the cig butt in harder.

After a few seconds, Marla removed it from Tinks cheek, and flicked it over the edge of the table. A small, black scar had formed where it had been pressed in.

"You know, I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this. I was truly fascinated by all the stories I had heard about you, and I thought for sure we would get along great. But unfortunately, it seems those stories were as big a lie as friendship itself. You're just another ignorant fool who goes through life thinking we're all in this together, that love and friendship are the only things we need. Well, now you're about to see just what that kind of thinking will really get you." Marla said sadistically.

Though Tinks heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and she was now beginning to shake uncontrollably, she refused to let Marla see any fear in her face. She gave the wicked fairy an enraged glare.

"Bring it, bitch!" Tink spat.

Marla gave an evil smile and reached down to her boot again. This time, she pulled out a small, but extremely sharp knife from a sheath on the side of it. She twirled it playfully in her fingers for a few seconds, then quickly pointed the end of it at Tinks face.

"Welcome to hell, my little pixie." Marla whispered in a chilling tone.

Alright, first of all, I apoligize for taking so long with this chapter. I originally planned to have the torture scene in this chapter, but I think I 'd rather have that whole scene be just one chapter. I promise it's coming up next, and I'll try not to take too long this time! Let me know what you think of Marla. I've always wanted to write for an evil character, and I have to say, she been my favorite to write for so far. Anyway, See ya next time!