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Chapter 11.

I left Felix trying to stop the bleeding of his nose and walked through the forest, keeping perfectly calm.

That lasted for about five minutes. I pictured his face after I made that hit and I lost it. I started laughing so hard I had to lean against a tree to keep from falling over.

I had finally done it. After all this time, I fulfilled my dream of punching Felix. It was everything I hoped for and more. Screw magic, using a fist was a thousand times more satisfying.

I had run after him and Serena ran after me, trying to convince me not to do something stupid. After ten minutes, she ended up curling up on the ground, muttering darkly about how childish we were acting.

There had been so many times I could have easily killed him. But I couldn't do it. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't become my mother, and as terrible as I felt for thinking it, I couldn't become my sister either. The more control I had gotten over my magic, the more I was letting myself fall under its corruption.

Besides, Felix was a tie to my Peter and seeing him, hearing him talk about our life before this felt . . . incredible. When he looked at me, he saw the person I was before the curse, the real me. He saw Peter's Lost Girl. Though I knew I still annoyed him as much as he annoyed me, he didn't see me as the insane adopted daughter of Sir Maurice and that's all I cared about.

Anger couldn't begin to describe my feelings for him and what he had done to Peter and the rest of the Enchanted Forest, but I was grateful that he had come back to try and fix the mess he made.

I didn't feel so alone anymore.

Once I finally stopped laughing, I started walking again only to stop in my tracks and glance around, a feeling of dread washing over me. It was dark and I hadn't the slightest idea which way to go to get back to the village. When I had chased after Felix, we hadn't run in a straight line. We ran all over the place and now I was left without a clue on how to return.

Trying not to panic, I turned around and began to run back towards where I thought I had left Felix. He wasn't going to be so friendly after what I did, but I was sure he would help me find the inn.

I had to get back before Peter did.

When I couldn't find any sign of Felix or Serena, I debated whether to start yelling out their names. But if there were any robbers in the woods, or if Peter happened to be nearby then I would be out of luck.

I ran a hand through my hair and swore quietly. Great. What was I supposed to do now? Walk around aimlessly until I come across them? Randomly guess which way to get back? I wasn't fond of either of those but I was low on options because of my own stupidity and lack of directions.

I took a deep breath. It'd be fine. This was no different than my time on Neverland. I managed to get through there without many problems, so I could certainly do the same here.

Then again, I didn't have Peter watching over me twenty-four/seven to make sure I didn't walk off a cliff or something.

"I'm so screwed," I moaned. I rubbed my temples, trying to decide which way to try to go.

The snap of a twig from behind me had me whirling around, my hand automatically conjuring a glowing green ball that would stun someone.

The person standing there made me blink in confusion. Cautiously, I let the magic in my hand disappear.

"Aren't you the innkeeper or bar guy or whatever?"

The man, who had been passed out the last time I had seen him, just looked at me. "You're not supposed to be out here," his gruff voice responded with.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you kidding me? He told you to watch over me!?" I crossed my arms and scowled. "Absolutely no trust."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows. "You ran off, didn't you?"

I waved him off. "That doesn't count. I wasn't planning on it."

He snorted and spread his hands slightly. "And?"

I shrugged. "And I can't be held responsible for my spur of the moment, though very necessary, temper tantrums."

He just shook his head and nodded for me to follow him. I complied immediately, falling in step by his side.

"Besides," I added. "I was going to come right back. I just got a little bit . . . lost."

"I can see that," he said dryly.

A surge of guilt hit me. If this man was supposed to keep me there and I got away, then Peter wouldn't be too pleased.

Hesitantly, I said, "Considering you're alive, I'm guessing he didn't come back yet."

He shot me a sideways look. "He'll find out, you know."

I wanted to argue, but he was probably right. Peter found out everything.

"How'd you find me, anyways?" I asked curiously.

The man smirked slightly. "I could have heard you yelling at that boy from a castle."

"Don't judge before you know the asshole," I muttered.

"Who said anything about judging?" the man replied lazily. "Sounds like he deserved it."

I eyed the man. "He did," I said uncomfortably.

"Past lover?" the man asked casually.

"Oh my God, me and Felix!?" I didn't even bother trying not laugh hysterically. The assumption threw me off, as did the man's nosiness, but the very idea of someone thinking that I had ever been with Felix was too unbelievably funny.

"No way," I managed to say once I had calmed down.

"How do you know him?"

The smile faded from my face and I stopped walking, fixing him under narrowed eyes. "This is getting a little personal, don't you think?"

He shrugged, meeting my eyes innocently. "Just making conversation."

"Well don't," I snapped, picking up my pace so that I was ahead of him. "Because honestly, you're creeping me out."

"My apologies," the man called from behind me, sounding amused.

I huffed in response and didn't speak again until we were safely back at the inn. Peter was nowhere in sight, which relieved me.

"While I'm being honest about the creepy thing," I said, glancing around the tavern in distaste. "You should really think about changing this place around."

The walls brimmed with things like sharp deer antlers, and the heads of bears or other wildlife creatures that looked like they might jump off the wall and attack at any moment. The amount of dead animals was disturbing to look at.

The man didn't answer me, he just stood there watching me as though he were planning something.

"So are you going to tell Peter on me?" I asked warily.

He tilted his head in consideration before shaking his head. "No."

I sighed in relief. "Thanks."

Suddenly, he was in my face and his hands were gripping my shoulders. Ignoring me as I thrashed around furiously, he forced me down into a chair and held me there.

"Because I already know," he hissed through a cruel smile.

My mouth went dry as I met the eyes of Peter, the Puppet Master from Hell.

I smiled nervously. "New look?"

Third Person P.O.V

"Serena," Felix said, trying not to snicker as he dragged her to her feet. "Time to wake up."

She blinked a few times, reality slowly settling in as she was lifted off the ground to a standing position.

"Fairies don't get drunk, huh?" Felix said dryly.

She scoffed, waving his help off and standing up straight. "Oh no we get drunk just as badly as the next human." She made a face. "It just takes longer and we sober up unbelievably fast." She brushed some dirt off her pants and finally looked at him. She stared at his nose for several seconds before she burst out laughing. "That's my girl!" she crowed.

"Shut up."

"Sorry," she said, grinning. "It's definitely not funny." she paused, then as if she couldn't resist, she asked, "Is it broken?"

"No," he snapped, wiping at it. The blood had long since dried and wouldn't come off that easily, however.

"Where is she, anyway?" Serena asked curiously, peering behind him as if she expected to see Amy standing there.

"Went back to Pan," Felix replied loftily.

Serena stared at him in disbelief. "You let her go back to him?" she said slowly, her eyes narrowing.

"Don't worry," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "He's not going to hurt her anymore."

"Bullshit!" Serena said furiously. She began making huge hand gestures as she spoke, to emphasize. "He's like a big, creepy snake that's trapped a cute and helpless little kitten!"

"She's not helpless though," he said, gesturing to his nose pointedly. "She just needed a little wake up call to remind her that she used to fight him back."

He started walking away and after a moment of thinking over what he said, Serena followed. "So being herself again will make him love her again?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he admitted. "But it will get his interest. Which buys us time."

She groaned immediately. "Oh God. I have to find Blue now, don't I?" she sighed. "Well let's get this over with."

Amy's P.O.V

The man gave me a cocky grin. "Surprised?" I wasn't sure which creeped me out more, Peter as a middle-aged man or as Henry.

I swallowed and leaned my head back as far as I could. "After the day I had, well no. Not really."

He smirked at me. "Oh, Amy, what am I going to do with you?" he breathed. I decided that it was a tie. Both were equally disturbing.

"'Nothing' sounds pretty good to me," I suggested weakly. "Considering I didn't actually do anything."

His expression darkened drastically. "I told you to stay here."

I let my eyes roam over him pointedly. "Sorry, Dad. Please don't ground me."

He raised his eyebrows. "You've had quite the mouth today, haven't you?" He let go of me and took a step back, now his eyes wandering over me.

Knowing that he must have been thinking about how I yelled that he loved me, I avoided his gaze and just shrugged.

"And very defiant," he continued.

"I already told you that I wasn't running away," I snapped. "I'm innocent!"

"That remains to be seen," he said softly. He leaned his face in only an inch from mine. "Now don't move from that chair until I come back."

I scowled. I didn't understand all of his dramatics. Why couldn't he have just confronted me himself and yelled or whatever? Instead he had to switch bodies and try to get me to let my guard down.

He stepped back and shut his eyes. After a moment, his body began to shudder like he was being electrocuted and the man dropped to the floor.

He didn't move for a few moments, then suddenly his head snapped up and he was gasping for air. He looked around wildly, terror in his eyes. Finally his gaze landed on me and an enraged look crossed his face.

"That demon made a fool of me!" he roared.

"Welcome to the club," I said tiredly. "We're in the process of getting T-shirts."

"I was tied up in the Dark One's castle!"

"It happens." The thought of Peter tying himself up so that this man couldn't run off after they switched made me snicker.

"Are you laughing at me?" he demanded, a crazed look in his eye.

"No I was-fuck!" I threw myself off the chair and onto the floor when he lunged at me.

I scrambled away and got to my feet, staring at the man incredulously, who had pulled out a knife from his shoe. "What the hell is the matter with you!?"

"He thinks he's so powerful," he hissed. "That he can do whatever he wants. Well maybe he'll think twice after I kill his whore!"

The next few seconds were a blur. He came at me with the knife. My hands reach out and shove him away, putting as much force with my magic into the push as I could. I felt his knife slicing into my arm as he shot backwards and away from me.

I shut my eyes, ignoring the stinging pain in my arm and the warm, wet liquid that was running down it. I breathed deeply, trying to slow my heart rate. He didn't kill me, I had defended myself and I was fine.

Finally I opened my eyes, looking around for the man who wasn't in sight. I frowned. He hadn't gone through a window and he hadn't had time to run out the door already. Did I make him vanish?

Then I heard it. A gurgling noise from the back of a throat that grew louder before it stopped abruptly. My eyes slowly went up the wall I was facing, the one that was covered with the stuffed animals and antlers. I stared for a moment before bile surged up my throat and onto the floor.

Third Person P.O.V

Peter blinked and found he was back in his own body. He snickered when he saw that the man had clawed at every spot his tied up hands could reach, as if hoping to injure him. Peter burned the ropes off his body easily with magic and healed the bloodied scratches within a second before making his way out of the castle. The dagger wasn't there, which was only a small setback. If it wasn't there, then obviously Rumpelstiltskin had had it, or rather his captors had it now. It'd be easy enough to get it from them.

When Peter reached Demon, the horse gave a disappointed huff, as if annoyed that it was still only him. But he allowed him to climb on and they began to head back.

Peter felt a devilish smile play on his lips. Time to see if Amy was so confident when she was actually face to face with him again.

When they reached the village, the sun was just starting to rise. Peter left Demon obediently waiting on the outskirts of the forest while he went to retrieve Amy.

Instead of sitting inside the tavern, like he had instructed, she was sitting outside of it. Her head rested on her knees and she cradled her arms to her chest.

He couldn't keep from smirking. "I thought I told you not to move-"

He cut himself off as he got closer. She was shaking violently, and he could hear her quietly whimpering.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he knelt in front of her. "Scared you that bad, did I?"

She didn't even lift her head to look at him, or acknowledge him in any way.

"It's all right," he said with a chuckle. "I forgive you. You've obviously learned your lesson."

She didn't react at all, which made him wonder if she even knew he was there. He reached out and ran a hand through her hair. His fingers brushed against her cheek and he frowned.

"You're freezing. Have you been sitting out here the whole time?"

Finally she lifted her head up and he was struck hard. Her eyes were filled with tears and her mouth was trembling as hard as her body.

"Did you do this on purpose?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Do what?" he said through gritted teeth, annoyed with the lack of answers he was getting.

A choking noise escaped her mouth and her hands flew to cover it, trying to hold back the sob.

"What the hell happened to your arm?" he hissed, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from her to examine it. It was covered in dried blood and there was a long, deep cut that ran through it. He saw that it was still bleeding.

His hand went to heal it and she shrieked, wrenching away as if he had burned her.

"Don't!" she begged, shaking her head. "Don't use magic! Please!"

He hated the look on her face. It was of pure terror.

"You're going to bleed dry if I don't," he snapped.

She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head rapidly.

"Fine," he snapped. He took her other hand and made her grip her arm to apply pressure. It wouldn't stop the bleeding, but it might slow it for the time being.

He narrowed his eyes on her. "What happened?"

"T-that man," she whispered.

A twisted fury took over his face and he gripped her shoulders. "What man?" he snarled.

"The innkeeper," she said, her voice barely audible. "He wanted to get back at you for switching bodies." She broke down crying, harder than before. "H-he came at me with a knife and I-I didn't know what else to do!"

He slowly released her. "Where is he now?"

She barely managed to choke out, "Inside."

He was on his feet and inside the tavern in a matter of two seconds. He shook with rage, as he looked around, trying to pinpoint the man's location.

The familiar metallic stench of blood mingled with vomit was in the air and he found his gaze land on a dark puddle of it on the ground near the wall. His eyes strayed up to find the innkeeper, impaled through the chest by a deer antler. He hung in mid-air, his eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.

The realization of what had happened dawned over him. He stared at the body for a few moments before turning around and walking back out.

"Can you walk?" he asked Amy quietly. She was a mess, she still nodded. She forced herself to her feet, but her convulsing legs collapsed underneath her. Stubbornly, she tried again, but fell once more. The fact that she couldn't do it seemed to make her even more inconsolable.

He bent down and lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. She clung to him tightly as he walked, her head lying on his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to kill him," she sobbed. She took a gulp of air. "I just wanted him to get away from me. I-I didn't want him d-dead-."

His hold on her tightened. "Shh. I know."

He carried her back to the forest, a dark expression on his face.

"Nova! Wait!" Serena had thrown herself at the blonde fairies legs and had seized her ankles, clinging as the woman tried to shake her off. "You have to know who I am! We're friends, damn it!"

The fairy shot Felix a horrified look before poofing into a foot tall version of herself and flying away.

"Come back!" Serena wailed dramatically. "I need to talk to Blue!"

Felix sighed impatiently. Serena had shooed him away while she did some sort of secret spell or ritual that would summon the closest fairy. It was a way for them to communicate, and apparently humans weren't allowed to know about it. Felix hurried back when he heard Serena yelling, "I knew how to call you because I'm a fairy too!"

"Great," Serena said now, watching as the little fairy flew away. "There goes our chance at getting a cure. Blue will be nearly impossible to get a hold of now." She stood up and crossed her arms at Felix. "Which leaves me with one last idea, that you're not going to like."

"What?" he asked darkly.

"We're going to go to Rumpelstiltskin," she said firmly. "We'll break him out in exchange for making a cure. Not just for Pan, but for the curse itself. We'll help everyone."

Felix turned and began walking away. "No."

She caught up to him and gripped his arm. "Guess what? You did this in the first place, so you're going to get the hell over it!"

"I don't want his help," he snarled. "And neither would Pan!"

"That's too damn bad!" Serena snapped. "Because we need it!"

He lowered his voice. "Even if I did agree to this, if they all get their memories back there will be people out there ready to kill me."

"I won't let that happen," she said calmly.

He snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right."

"Come on, Felix," she said in a sing-song voice. "You owe Pan, remember? Let's get his memories back before Amy does something to get herself killed."

He scowled at her, not moving.

She glared at him furiously. "You are the most frustrating son of a-!" she cut herself off with a stomp of her foot. "Gah! I'm sorry this has been bugging me since we got here!" She stomped over to a few flowers that grew underneath a tree. The petals were brown and cracked. She waved her hand over them and they slowly fixed themselves, becoming beautiful again.

Felix stared at her. "I don't get you."

"Who does?" she said as she walked back over. She smirked. "Tink always teased me for it. Whenever I would get pissed or something, I'd take my anger out by fist fighting with some bandits or robbers in the woods and then I'd go grow a garden."

He scoffed, a mocking smile on his face. "Makes perfect sense."

She grinned. "Tink thought so too. Hence her name for me."

He raised his eyebrows. "She named you Serena?"

She shook her head. "Magenta is my given name from Blue. Serena is just the curse name that Regina gave me." She shook her head. "I didn't want anyone else other than her to call me by what I felt was my real name. So I just stuck with Serena even after Emma broke the first curse."

He nodded slowly. They walked in a comfortable silence for a while, neither of them really sure where they were going.

The curiosity burned in Felix's mind until he finally spoke, seeing that she wasn't going to tell him unless he asked. "What's your real name?"

She smiled fondly. "Tiger Lily."