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Hey everyone thanks so much for the reviews! One of the reviews reminded me about Emma's superpower to be able to tell when people are lying. I totally forgot about that so I am going to explain that in this chapter! Thanks so hateme101 for saying that! Okay here's the next chapter.
Tinkerbell scans each pathway closely then finally decides on the last one on the left. "This one should take us where we need to go." I glance at Neal. His eyebrow is raised but he says nothing.
"Alright let's go," Emma urges and Tink leads us down the path. Neal and I take the rear, walking side by side. "Hey Neal," I whisper. He looks over at me, "Hey."
"No I didn't mean...nevermind. So...why are you so against Tinkerbell leading us?" I say awkwardly. Give me a break, I'm an awkward person. I lived in a tower for 14 years and under some curse for 28. I never learned good social skills.
Neal glances up at Tink and Emma chatting in the front then whispers,"Like I told you before, Tinkerbell has been loyal to Pan ever since I can remember. I just don't understand why she would betray him now. After everything they've been through, she betrays him?"
I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know, but something just doesn't seem right here."
"Exactly. But then again, nothing ever seems right here," Neal glances at Tinkerbell again and shakes his head a little.
"But Neal," I continue, "Emma's got her 'superpower' remember? Her built in truth detector? If Tink was lying, wouldn't Emma know?" Neal shakes his head, "I'm guessing you don't know a lot about fairies. Fairies are known for their goodness, but when they turn, they can be very convincing liars. You can detect a normal liar by the simple clues, eye contact, breathing, hand movements, etc., but fairies don't show any signs at all."
I nod my head, "So do you think Tink is lying?"
"Well I don't think she's being completely truthful. How did she find so coincidentally?" Neal replies. I nod my head in agreement.
Suddenly a loud shout echoes throughout the forest, making me jump. I hear Neal groan, "Oh no." I redirect my gaze to see what he's looking at and see lost boys appearing from the shadows. We are soon surrounded by about fourteen or more lost boys. Everyone immediately whips out weapons .
"Well well well, look what the hunters tracked down!" snickers one of the lost boys. They all pull out their weapons casually, laughing and whistling and shouting things to one another. I immediately search for Peter but he's no where to be seen. I notice his right-hand man Felix or whatever his name is, isn't here either.
I see Tinkerbell hiding behind Snow and Charming, keeping her head down, not wanting to be seen by the boys. She looks back at Neal and I and whispers, "Sorry, but I can't risk being seen with you. If they see me then I'm dead." And suddenly she is dashing out of sight, so fast no one would be able to tell who it was. The lost boys shouts get louder and a few of them begin to chase after her while the rest of them close in a little bit. Out of instinct, we all make a circle, getting back to back.
"How nice of Tink to desert us," Hook mutters. Neal, standing to the left of Hook, growls in agreement. Snow and Emma somehow end up standing on either side of me.
"What do we do?" Snow whispers, "They aren't doing anything."
"Chatty little prey aren't you?" the lost boy calls again. Emma gives him a nasty look before whispering back, "I don't know. We can't just attack. They know this forest well and they could take us."
"Well we can't just stand here," Snow hisses.
"Why aren't they attacking is the real question," Charming asks.
"They're waiting," Neal and Hook respond at the same time. They look at one another, giving each other a weird look.
"Waiting for what?" Emma hisses.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," an all too familiar voice calls out.
"I think that answers your question," I whisper before looking up to see Peter Pan giving us a cocky smile.
"The prey is surrounded," the lost boy from earlier cackles. Pan gives him a look, "Collin, let's not call our guests prey. It makes them seem more like animals than residence." He turns back to us and smiles. Emma gives him a glare as sharp as a dagger. Lost boys laugh in response to the look.
"No comments? Well that hurts. Aren't you guys excited to see me too?" Peter asks, giving an exaggerated frown. It is immediately replaced by his smirkI know all too well, "No matter. Guess the feelings not mutual." He stares right at me as he says this, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"What do you want?" Emma shouts, holding her sword up.
"Well, Emma, my boys and I were enjoying a nice evening when we were disturbed by a loud sound. Being the kind-hearted host that I am, I decided to check things out, sending my scouts out first of course..."
"Cut the crap Pan and get on with things," Emma snaps. The lost boys all howl and yelp with pleasure. Pan holds up his hands, attempting to silence them.
"It would seem our guests don't appreciate our kindness! Maybe we should give them something more...straightforward."
The lost boys howls get louder and they begin to dash towards us, weapons being swung around wildly. Snow yelps and pulls her bow up, but I know she wouldn't use that on them. They are just boys.
Charming leaps in front of Snow as a lost boy rushes towards her.
The lost boy, Collin, appears in front of me with a wicked smile plastered across his face like one of those possessed dolls in a horror films. He raises his eyebrows and then pushing past me, attacks Hook. I look back at him, confused. I watch as another rushes past me, attacking Neal. Then another and another. I look up to see Pan raise an amused eyebrow and shrug.
"Jane!" I hear Emma call. I whip around and see her shove down a lost boy, "Jane do something!"
"Do-," I start.
"Jane! Use your magic!" Snow shouts from the other side. I grit my teeth. Ever since she found out about my 'secret' that's all she's said. Jane use your magic. Jane can use her magic. Jane...Magic...Jane...Magic.
"I ca-" I start.
"Jane! Do something!" Emma shouts again. In response to her request I block the next lost boy from passing me and swing my sword at him. He jumps back, clearly a little shocked, but then excitement covers his face as he swings his sword at me. I block the blow, and shove him backwards a little bit, then kick him in the kneecap. He yelps and falls to his knees, but he still smiles. Using the bottom of my sword I whack him across the head, not enough to kill him, but enough to knock him to the ground for a while. The smile never falls off his face as he falls to the ground. It disgusts me how much pleasure he finds in all this. He looks about 16, skinny and tall with dark curly brown hair, now laying on the ground gripping his head and rolling around in pain.
"Jane!" Snow shouts, "We need your magic! We can't take them!"
"I can't! I don't know what to do!" I shout back. I may have been in a castle learning magic for years, but I rebelled. I purposely didn't listen. I purposely didn't do spells correctly. I don't know what to do in a situation like this. I don't know how to summon magic. The only times I've actually done it here in Neverland were when I was angry. That's the only way I've ever learned.
I can hear Charming shouting behind me and Neal and Hook saying something else. Peter stares at me, as if challenging me to do it. I can almost hear him saying, "Go on Janie. Do it."
"Jane!"
"JANE!"
"JANE COME ON!"
"What about EMMA?!" I shout back, leaping away from a lost boy who had abruptly lunged towards me.
"I'm a little busy...at...the...moment!" Emma shouts.
"JANE! What are you waiting for?!"
"Jane!"
"Jane!"
"JANE!"
Everyone's voice muddle my brain and I can't concentrate. I hold my hands up, but I can't do anything. The sounds distract me and everyone keeps calling my name. Frustration surges through me.
"Jane!"
"Jane?!"
"I CAN'T!" I scream.
Everything seems to be thrown backwards. Everyone goes flying. Lost boys hit trees and Snow and Emma go flailing off to the left. Even Peter stumbles backwards. The entire forest goes quiet, everyone either kneeling or laying on the ground except for me. Everyone's eyes are on me and I can feel it. Charming jumps up, "Mary Margaret! Emma!" Neal and Hook are right behind him, rushing over to the two women on the ground.
Emma and Snow sit up, rubbing their heads. They both look up at me and I can see something in their eyes I recognized so well. The same look I had seen in my own eyes several times. Shock. Fear.
I look down at my hands that are now aching. My head starts spinning and I shake my head.
"I didn't...I.." I stutter. Some lost boys lay a few feet from me, staring at me with eyes wide. I can't take it. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't...
My mind takes control of my body and I start running. I just start running away. I know it's the exact opposite thing of what I should be doing right now, but I can't stop myself.
"Jane!" Peter of all people calls out, but I don't stop. I just keep running, the world getting blurry as hot tears form.
~Peter Pan's POV~ (I want to try doing it from his point of view)
Peter watches as Emma and Snow shout at Jane and the panic forms on her face. Her eyes dart back and forth and he can literally see the tension building up inside her. And then, something unexpected happened. She screams and the entire world was spun around like a magic literally pushes him backwards, and he has to use everything in his power to not fall over. He see out of his peripheral vision a few lost boys blasting past him, one boy, Thomas, hitting his arm against a tree. He cries out in pain, before landing roughly on the ground.
The entire forest goes silent and Peter looks at Jane, who has horror plastered across her face. She watches helplessly as her 'friends' run over the Emma and Snow White. And then, suddenly, she takes off running, which is completely unexpected.
At first he watch her run silently, but then something dawns on him. She's going that way. No one goes that way.
"Jane!" he calls out before he can stop himself. The Charming group looks up at me, confused. Peter mentally slap himself for making a mistake like that. Why would Peter Pan be calling out to Jane? He puts on the most convincing grin he can muster before disappearing.
(Jane's POV)
The farther away I run, the worse I feel. I am a coward. I am an idiot. I wasn't doing anything as those lost boys attacked. I just stood there. I just stared. No wonder they were asking me to do something. And all I did was hurt them. My mother's voice echoes into my mind.
"The only way to control them is have them fear you Janessa. Make them fear you."
Well I don't think that will be a problem now, I think to myself as I run. I don't even know where I'm going anymore, I'm just running.
One minute I'm running and the next I see a blurred image appear in front of me. I smack right into it and we both go toppling to the ground. I groan and hold my head with my hands, my vision going blurry and not from the tears. After a few blinks it is restored and I see Peter Pan sitting across from me, rubbing his own forehead with a slightly shocked expression on his face.
"Well I can honestly say that that hasn't happened in a very long time."
"What the heck were you doing?" I ask, pushing myself up from off the ground. I sway a little, feeling very disorientated.
"Stopping you," Peter says casually, hopping to his feet.
"What, you want me to go back or something?" I ask rubbing my head and trying to keep my balance. Peter laughs, "Oh I don't care if you run away from them, I'm just stopping you from going this way. You see, this part of the forest is not the friendliest part. We've got some very...hungry creatures down here and...well, I don't think I need to go into detail. Just looking out for my newest Neverlander."
"How thoughtful." I say sarcastically.
"Where are you planning on going anyways?" Peter asks, reaching out and holding my arm steady. I pull away from him, causing myself to tip the other way and fall flat on my bum. Peter chuckles and holds out a hand to help me up. I take hold of his hand reluctantly and he gracefully pulls me to my feet. He keeps hold of my hand, helping me balance. I feel so embarrassed for not being able to stand on my own. I didn't even hit him that hard.
"That was a lot of power back there. You're probably drained," Peter responds as if he read my mind. That makes sense. Peter leads me over to a tree stump and I sit down, and put my head in my hands, rubbing my temples.
"What I wouldn't do for some Tylenol right now," I mutter into my hands.
"Tylenol?" Peter's voice actually sounds confused. I look up at him, and smileat his confused face. I slowly nod my head, "It's medicine. It helps with headaches."
"Oh, well, I have something much better than Ty-le-nol," he says, sounding out the word. He waves his hand and the flask I drank out of on the mountain appears in his hand.
"Water?" he asks, sticking it out towards me. I hesitate for a moment, "It's not going to do anything else to me this time right? I'm not going to be trapped in this spot of the forest forever if I drink this?"
Peter laughs, "The only things this water does is heal you and keep you on the island. Drinking increasing amounts of it will do nothing more than hydrate you. Which you could probably use."
I take the flask and down the water, feeling its coolness slide down my dry throat, re-hydrating each part of my body slowly. My headache slowly dulls and then disappears and I get that really good feeling again.
"Yeah that's a lot better than Tylenol," I say after drinking the last speckles of water in the flask. Peter takes the flask back and tosses it to the side. It disappears before it hits the ground.
"So, now that you're thinking straight, what are you planning to do?" Peter sits beside me and clasps his hands together, waiting for an answer. I look down, "I don't know. I didn't even mean to...I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just got..." I die off, closing my eyes and sighing.
"Overwhelmed?" Peter asks. I nod, eyes still closed. I can see the faces of Emma and Snow looking at me. Their eyes. They looked so...
"Well, you can't stay here, that's for certain. Something might..." Peter gets cut off by the sound of a loud roar. His head snaps to the direction of the sound. Out of the darkness crawls the biggest crocodile I have ever seen. It's larger than the biggest lion you can think of and it's fat, very fat. It's scaly green texture shines in the moonlight. Its eyes are the size of softballs and they are a bright yellow with big thick blood vessels that I swear I can see pulsing. It stares at both of us hungrily, inching slowly out of the shadows.
"Don't move," Peter whispers. He starts to rise to his feet, but the beast roars louder and charges. I leap off of the stump and stumble backwards. Peter disappears, then reappears behind it, dagger in hand. With lightning fast speed he slices it's tail and it howls. The beast whips it's long head around and snaps at Peter, but he disappears right in time. The crocodile looks around, but Peter is no where to be seen. Unfortunately, I am right in it's line of vision. It roars and runs towards me, it's tail gushing with blood but it doesn't seem to notice or care. My scream echoes as I turn and run, the crocodile picking up speed. I look around for Pan, but he's gone. He's left me alone.
A tree root catches my foot and I go sprawling to the ground, smashing my face into the dirt. I can hear the beast closing in and I know I won't make it up in time to run away. I flip onto my back to face it, deciding at that moment my options. I could let it kill me. I already ran away from my friends who would be leaving me sooner or later anyways. Or I could attempt some magic.
The beast opens and closes its mouth as it runs towards me, making a clashing sound that reminds me of the dragon in Sleeping Beauty aka my mother in cartoon form. I raise my hand up ready to attempt to blast it away, but suddenly Peter reappears in front of me. He leaps at the monster, shoving his dagger up the monsters mouth and out the snout, reminding me of Harry Potter and the basilisk. With his other hand he grabs the bottom jaw and jerks it to the left, causing a loud snapping sound. The crocodile flips onto it's side, laying motionless on the ground.
Once he's certain it's dead, Peter pulls the dagger out of its mouth, the dagger dripping with thick dark red blood. His arms are dripping blood as well, and his shirt is stained with red. He throws the dagger on the ground and turns to me.
"You okay?"
I stare at him, then to the beast, then to him again. I finally nod. "How did you...that...how did you kill that?"
"When you've lived here as long as I have, you learn a trick or two." He reaches his hand out toward me, but then notices the blood covering it. He pulls his hand back and examines himself, as if he hadn't even noticed he was covered with blood.
"One moment," he says, looking down at the blood. He disappears, and a few moments later reappears, blood gone. He pulls me up and I stare at the beast again, still in awe that he killed it, and how he killed it.
"It died from being stabbed through the snout?" I ask. I see Peter shake his head out of the corner of my eye, "The stab in the tail and snout were to cause pain. When I snapped the jaw it went into shock and fell over, causing the brain to have a sort of brain attack, stopping the heart."
"That's...disturbing," I say, and Peter shrugs, then I add, "But also sort of impressive if I'm being honest. That jaw is massive."
Peter smiles, but not a sly, or mischievous, or obnoxious or terrifying smile, but a warm smile, a real smile.
Neither one of us says anything for a moment. We just look at each other. So many thoughts are running through my head right now that I don't know what to think. Half of my brain thinks about the group; Charming and Snow and Emma and Hook and Neal. What was I going to do. I had just hurt them. I couldn't possibly go back now. They wouldn't be hurrying to find me anyways.
But the other half of my brain is thinking about Peter. He himself is a mystery. One minute he's trying to stop me, acting arrogant and cocky, and the next he's saving my life and talking to me like we're friends and smiling at me in a way that makes me feel something I've never felt before. And he snapped a jaw of a monster. But he was holding Henry captive.
I look away first, directing my gaze back at the crocodile, but the sight isn't a pleasant sight to look at.
"We should leave. There are other worse dangers down there and I don't have time to get caught up in a battle with any one of them," Peter says. "So now the question is, where are you going?"
"I don't know, but it's not really any of your concern is it?" I reply looking around.
"I think its started to become my concern," Peter says quietly.
I can't bring myself to look at him because my face is hot and I know it's probably turning red. I turn away from him and start walking and then everything seems to go so fast. I feel Peter grab my arm and yank me backwards. We stand nose to nose before his lips crash onto mine and I almost fall back in shock, but his arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady. I've never kissed anyone before so I don't really know what to do. Instinct kicks in and my mind goes blank. My arms wrap around his neck and he pulls me closer if that's even possible, our lips pressing together harder. And then it's over. Peter breaks it off and then backs up, looking as shocked as I felt.
The staring contest begins again. Neither one of us moves. Then a small smile slides across his face and I give him a smile back. He opens his mouth to say something but then a voice not too far off interrupts him.
"Jane?!" I turn just in time to see Neal appear out of the shadows. The moment he sees Peter he draws his sword, "Jane don't listen to a word he says!" He rushes forward, basically shoving me behind him protectively. Peter replaces his real smile with a smirk, "I'm not telling her to do anything Bae."
"Well you won't get the chance to," he snaps, pointing his sword right at Peter's chest. Peter chuckles and raises his arms, "I best be off then." He lifts up into the air and flies off without looking back, disappearing above the treetops. The moment Peter is out of sight Neal drops his sword and whips around, placing his hands on my shoulders, "Are you okay?"
I nod, "Yeah. Are...are Emma and Snow alright?"
"They're fine. They sent me to get you. They're worried about you Jane," Neal says in a soft voice. All the guilt from moments earlier returns and I lower my head like a child.
"I...I didn't..." I start, feeling the emotions sweep back.
"I know. Come on, let's go back. This is a dangerous place and..." he stops and turns around, just noticing the giant dead crocodile. "Did you kill that?"
"No."
"Then...oh. Jane we should go," Neal motions me forward and we slowly head in the direction of camp. I look up into the sky, but no one is there.
(Peter Pan)
Peter flies to his thinking tree, knowing he needed some time alone. He lands on the safety of a thick tree branch and rests his back against the trunk. What just happened. None of that was supposed to happen. Peter didn't even mean to. It just sort of happened. He stared out at the view from the branches, seeing all of Neverland before him. But it wasn't only him. She didn't stop either. She didn't stop either.
Peter shakes his head and rubs his temples, contemplating what to do. His emotions were running wild and his heart was still beating fast, which bugged him. No one had ever done this to him before. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want the feeling to go away any time soon. Peter pulls out the fairy dust and examines it again. He wanted to take her on another tour of the island. Soon.
Woah sorry if that felt super rushed but once I started typing everything I couldn't stop. Leave a review and let meh know what ya think!