When Anna woke up Felix was already half way down the tree.
"Hey!" She yelled, scrambling after him, "What the fuck are you doing?"
She leapt from half way down the trunk and scuttled to the ground, still wet with rain. Felix turned towards her with a sigh.
"Well I was coming to get my club, didn't think I needed you to help me with that,"
Anna flushed red and picked herself up from the ground, smearing her muddy hands over her already muddy trousers. The skies, although still a murky shade of gray, had cleared and were now showing signs of a brighter day.
"Right, well," Her sentence petered off into silence as Felix walked away from her. Bending low he picked up his club and then started walking even further away.
Their journey was beginning to seem more and more futile, they had no idea where they were going and right now everything seemed to look the same. All they were doing was prolonging their inevitable deaths and with the event of last night, both were sure that Pan knew what they had done and was determined to make them suffer because of it.
"Slow down," Anna muttered to the figure in front of her, jogging towards him.
"Why should I?" Anna had forgotten about Felix's expert tracking skills and superb hearing and hiding. She wondered why she was trusting the stealthiest person on this island.
Felix had been acting strange this morning, he was usually silent but now he was being increasingly animated with cruel and snide comments that he snapped towards her. It wasn't particularly directed towards her, it just seemed like something has aggravated him and she wasn't making it any better.
"Anna, will you hurry up?!" Felix whined, stopping and waiting for her.
Anna walked towards him, muttering to herself as she neared him.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked as she strolled past him, waiting for him to push past her and take the lead once again but he didn't.
"Now," Felix muttered with a sigh.
Anna turned slowly. A deep and heavy sense of dread flooded her chest as she moved like a lead weight. "What...?"
"Now," Felix whispered and the forest lit up.
Anna screamed as Lost Boys threw themselves from the trees with cries of excitement, they hollered as they burst out carrying flaming torches and Felix just stood. Felix let himself be dragged down to his knees by two of the boys and the rest came for her. Not running, but advancing on her slowly, like a pack of hungry hyenas.
Tracing her steps, Anna moved away from them, not wanting to take her eyes off of the pack, illuminated by torchlight. Abruptly, one of them leapt towards her making some high pitch, primal noise that jerked her away.
Anna sped away, running into the darkness of the forest. Or rather, she would have run, had she not turned and run directly into the arms of Peter Pan.
"Woah, slow down, there's no rush," Pan cooed at her, his hands slowly stroking her shoulder reassuringly, polite grimace on his face.
Anna breath jerked and she pushed back against Pan, freeing herself to the sound of his laughter. She turned to run in a different direction but Pan grabbed her arm as she turned to flee. The small girl flipped, freaking out, writhing as Pan pulled her back to his chest, shushing her and stroking her hair.
Felix had his head bowed, infamous hood dropped over his face, two Lost Boys yanking his arms backwards.
"Get the fuck off me!" Anna screamed, squirming against Pan's tight grip.
With a growl Pan pulled her arm from it's side and up to the right, her gaze followed with it. He yanked her arm again and she cried out,
"You fuck," Anna whimpered and Pan bent his head round to look at her.
"You're a pretty girl Anna so I don't want to ruin your face," He looked back to her hand, her wrist encapsulated by tightening grip, "But you really don't need all your fingers,"
Anna shut up. Rigid against Pan.
He pushed her forward and she tripped, stumbling to the ground with a mewl of self pity. From this height she could see Felix's face, his eyes shut. Anna growled, barely hearing Pan clap his hands behind her.
"You fuck. You fuck," Her voice grew louder and louder with encouragement from the Lost Boys, "You fucked me over!"
"Stop talking," Felix insisted with a heavy sighed.
"You fucked me over! Did you always have this planned?! Was this always your idea?!" Anna screamed, her faces bawling up in anger.
"No!" Felix cried, trying to move but being restrained by Pan's henchmen.
"No, no," Pan knelt down beside Anna who turned and scrambled away from him, "This has only been the plan as of last night. You see Anna, I came to see our good friend Felix and play a couple games with him. This little game was called 'Deals' and since I know that Felix is a disgusting, loathsome, cheater, I gave him ultimatum: He could keep running and I'd kill the both of you immediately. Or, he could return you to me and...well...I wouldn't kill you,"
The beautiful boy crawled towards Anna and curled a piece of hair behind her ear, whispering, "It wasn't a hard decision,"
"So you fucked me?" Anna said to no one in particular, "And then sent me right back to him?"
There was a brooding, cavernous, silence that even the Lost Boys adopted. Suddenly, Pan balled his hand in Anna's hair and yanked her to her feet.
"What did you say?!" Pan seethed, smoothly, his words licking around her like a noose.
"Peter," Felix tried.
"Shut up!" Pan said, one hand holding Anna by her hair, her face twisting in pain. The other pointed accusingly at Felix, causing the Lost Boys to pull Felix's arms even further behind his back.
"You bitch," Pan hissed, pulling her so close to his face, tiny flecks of spittle were landing on her cheeks, "After everything I've done for you,"
He tossed Anna to the ground and watched as she hit the ground, spots of mud speckling her face. With heavy footfalls he advanced on her, slowly, so she shivered each time he moved closer. Then, when he placed a foot on either side of her body, he reached down and pulled her up into a sitting position.
"Maybe it's time we knocked some sense into you," Pan raised the back of his hands high above his head.
The whiz of an arrow made Pan abandon his task and catch it in the air. He snapped it in two and dropped it on Anna's shaking figure.
"Come out thief," Pan smirked at the trees.
Robin Hood walked confidently into the clearing, sparing an anxious glance at Anna, prone on the ground. He bowed lowly to the King of Neverland and then straightened, noting his arrow had pierced nothing but air.
"Now Peter, maybe it's time you stopped playing around with young girl's," Robin growled.
"Maybe it's time you stopped trying to get your son back,"
Robin bristled, tying to appear unfazed but secretly glancing at each, masked Lost Boy and trying to work out which one was his Lost Son.
Pan moved towards Hood, his arms crossed, he rolled his foot from his heel to his toe, dangerously close to Anna's bawled up fingers.
"Oh Robin, sweet paternal Robin, ever the hero...but I know what you really want," Pan looked down at Anna's wide and frightened eyes and winked at her, "You don't care about Anabel, you only care about young Roland...and to prove it, we'll play a game called deals. I will allow you...and Roland...to leave the island. So long as you leave for good, and in Roland's place, you bring me someone else I want. Someone who escaped once before,"
Robin froze, lowering his bow to his side, his eyes staring at Pan. Engulfed.
"You're going to want to watch this," Pan whispered to Anna who had closed her eyes in sheer fear.
"Roland...?" Robin whispered hoarsely and with a nod from Pan, one of the boys crept forewards. He took off his badger mask to reveal a young boy with olive skin and dark green eyes.
Robin sobbed and held out his arms to the young boy who ran into them and was soon swept up into the air by his father.
Peter watched the happy reunion with a simple smile on his face, knowing that they would be gone within the minute, taken away by the shadow and back to their home without a backwards glance to Anna.
"Now," Pan smirked, looking back down at Anna's cowering figure and Felix's glazed, blank look, "Where were we?"