Never Believe

NA: Hey guys. I'm exceptionally putting my note up here. I just wanted to let you know that I extremely appreciated the answers you send me. I finally made a choice, and I would be lying if I told you that it was a hard one. I'll keep Wendy, but there WON'T be a romantic relationship between her and Pan. I'm keeping her because she kind of plays an important role in the whole 'Henry has to believe in Pan, thing. But no worries, even if something happens between them, I'll remove it. Aaaaaand, I decided to write another Peter Pan fanfiction, but not right now.

Anyway, thank you for all your helping reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! (Evil laugh - You'll understand why :D )

Chapter 10 – Let me Go

It was a bad idea.

A really, really bad one. Amelia knew it, Pan knew it, Felix, too. Hell, the whole of Neverland knew it.

But did that matter? Of course not. They did it anyway.

Amy sat on the hard ground, braiding and unbraiding her hair again, and again. And again. She sometimes spared a glance at Pan, who sat on the opposite of her, a few meters away. Their eyes never met. After about an hour of pure nothing, she tried to speak. 'Tried' being the key-word. A dozen of scowling glares made her reconsider her actions.

About half of the Lost Boys were right behind Pan, waiting patiently for something to happen. Those sickos were waiting for her to feel that pain again. She most certainly hoped it wouldn't happen once more.

She glanced one more time at Pan, who was calmly sharpening his knife. She was pretty sure she could cut herself just by looking at it. He seemed not fazed by the situation, at all. His face was blank, expressionless. She couldn't help but wonder how he did that. But when she thought about it, she felt rather lucky to not have seen his I'm-gonna-kill-you face.

When boredom almost killed her – literally – she lost it. Her cool.

"This is stupid." She exclaimed, throwing both her hands in the air out of exasperation. Felix, Nico, Lorcan and a few other glared daggers at her. She stared back at them, not intimidated at all. They had been waiting for absolutely nothing for two hours. She was sick of it.

"Shut up." Nico hissed, glancing at Pan, who didn't even bother looking up from his knife. She scoffed at him, getting on her feet swiftly. "You wish. I'm outta here." She told him, stretching her legs slightly. She noticed the dozen pair of eyes looking repeatedly between her and Pan.

"You're not going anywhere." Peter suddenly ordered, his voice dangerously low.

His voice made her body react slightly, but she shook the feeling off. He could keep her prisoner all he wanted, he could torture her all he wanted, if her mind was okay, he wouldn't control her. She stepped right in front of him, too angry to even feel the lust anymore. Who did that guy think he was?

"I want answers." Amelia ordered, crossing her arms on her chest. Pan ignored her, not even flinching. She snarled. "Now!"

He suddenly got up, pushing his face in front of hers. He was angry, and as much as she hated admitting it, she was scared. He raised his hand to her chin, and grabbed it forcefully. "We're doing an experiment." He whispered, darkly. "And if you don't fucking shut up I swear I'll –"

Then it happened. The pain started.

But disappeared immediately.

Amelia gulped nervously, and backed away quickly. Pan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he understood something. He turned to Felix, and whispered something in his ear. Felix frowned, but eventually nodded. Pan turned back to face Amy, and smirked.

"What?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, anger replaced by fear.

"You wouldn't understand, Amelia." He hissed, putting a lot of emphasis on the word 'Amelia'. "Or is it?" He wondered, faking a thoughtful expression.

"Your name isn't Amy is it, Dorothy?"

She heard someone gasp in the crowd of boys. She didn't need to look to know who it was. Anger immediately took its place back into her mind. Henry shot to his feet, his eyes revealing disappointment. He started running off into the forest, but Nico quickly ran after him. Amelia's breathing was frantic. She had made Henry feel sad. He probably thought she had told the bastard, but not him. She felt guilty for not telling him in the first place, but clearly, that didn't matter anymore to her.

She was going to take that bastard down.

"Why did you say it?!" She shrieked starting to walk towards him, but Felix's voice suddenly echoed inside her head. Lorcan grabbed her arms, making it impossible for her to fight back. She started trashing against him, but with no effect, at all.

"You filthy, little son-of-a–"

She never got to finish her sentence. The pain clouded her mind, making her instantly scream like hell. Her brain felt like it was painfully melting. She trashed harder, making it hard for Lorcan to hold her. Two others came to his rescue as she tried to free her arms from his grasp. Her screams became more and more intense. She raised her head suddenly, head-butting someone in the process. She then heard a loud voice.

"Let me go!" Peter shouted, his features twisted by pain. Felix was holding him back by the arms, too. The others just stood there, too scared and confused to act.

Then it struck her. She knew what she had to do to get rid of the pain. It all made sense to her now.

She needed to touch him.

"Peter!" She shrieked as she tried to run to him, but the firm grip the Lost Boys had on her stopped her. His head shot up, and their eyes met.

Anger, hate, desire, lust, pain, and more pain. That's what they saw in each other's eyes.

"Don't let them touch!" Felix ordered in a loud, hard voice.

Both of their eyes widened. "No! Let me go!" Peter screamed, five boys now restraining him. The pain was slowly driving Amelia mad, as her screams grew more and more desperate. Her body was aching, and she felt as if her arms would break, but she didn't care. She wanted to touch him.

She had to touch him.

"Amelia!" Peter desperately screamed, the pain driving him insane, too. He tried to use his powers to push them off, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He had to focus, but he couldn't. He wanted her. He needed her.

He lost it.

He screamed so hard even Felix flinched, with an inhuman speed; he punched one of his Lost Boys in the face, one in the stomach and one voluntarily let go of him. Anger in his eyes, he mercilessly punched Felix in the stomach, but that didn't make him let go.

They started to fight under the Lost Boys' scared eyes. Amelia had been screaming the whole time, the raging pain eating her from inside out. Two of the guys who had been holding her backed away quickly, not willing to risk a fight against Peter Pan. Lorcan was the only on holding on, his nose still bleeding from Amy's blow.

"Peter! No! Let me- NO" She cried, her sobs making it hard for her to even breathe.

With one final punch, Pan managed to set himself free from his best friend's grasp. Felix fell unconscious onto the ground, his nose twisted in an abnormal angle. The second the immortal teen was free to move, Lorcan let Amelia go, not wanting to finish like Felix.

"Pete–" She tried to shout, but barely came out as a whimper.

When their bodies collided, the pain immediately started to fade away. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, still sobbing. He held her close to him, relieved that the pain was gone. They were shaking like crazy, both on the verge of collapsing. Peter slid his hands under her tank top, enjoying the relieving effect her smooth skin had on him. He slowly caressed her back, pressing her even harder against him. She softly kissed the nude flesh of his neck, as she gently threw her arms in his hair, slightly playing with it.

Even when the pain completely disappeared, they didn't let go of each other. Peter laughed a little. Amy hid her face a little more. "Well, now we know what happens when the girls don't give in." He whispered huskily in her ear, sighing.

Well, fuck.

NA: Yes, I'm a bit sadistic… How did you find it?