Will's POV

"What do you mean we can't leave and if we leave then we will never come back!" Ben blurted out quickly as he tackled me on the ground hitting me for an answer.

Well, first of all...that made no sense.

"Ben!" I groaned trying to push him off. "Get off me!"

"Ben, this is ridiculous." Ethan grunted from behind Ben as he tried to pull him off of me.

After struggling to grab Ben's arms for a moment, Ethan managed to untangle Ben and lift him off me. I jumped to my feet before Ben could try anything.

"Pan can't do this to us!" Ben shouted as Ethan finally let him go.

"Well he can, and he did." I said angrily as I dusted off the dirt from my clothes.

"Just you wait until Pan comes back; I'll show him that no one takes my woman 'without my permission'." Ben said as he mocked Pan.

Ethan and I couldn't help but grin as Ben went on rambling while kicking up dirt from the ground.

"Without my permission…bullshit!" Ben shouted, "Pan better watch out, cause he has taken my woman and when someone takes my woman, that's makes Benny mad."

Ethan and I exchanged wide-eyed looks as Ben continued to talk to himself.

"Well guess what Pan!" Ben shouted out to no one in particular, "Your rules are a load of shit...and I ain't gonna follow them anymore." Ben said.

Now I was actually concerned for Ben's safety. If Felix or Pan heard this, he could get in so much trouble...but this was too hilarious to stop him.

"Oh and Connor. Think you're so cool and all, rocking up to Neverland like you own the place...I don't think so!"

By then Ethan and I couldn't help but let the laughter we had been holding back take over our senses. I don't know what has come over Ben but I never wanted him to stop. I had never seen him lash out at Pan as much as he was now.

"Connor by the time I'm done with you, I'll be shipping your ass back to where you came from."

In between laughs I looked around to see some of the other boys looking in our direction. I better stop him in case Felix hears us.

"And you know what you can both shove your-"

"Ben!" I shouted, cutting him off mid-sentence causing him to turn his attention to me as I walked up to him, putting my hands on his shoulders.

"That...was beautiful." I grinned as I pulled his head down and kissed the top of his head causing a look of confusion to fall over his face.

I left Ben and went to grab Ethan who was still laughing on the ground, hands holding over his stomach.

"I don't k-know what-t that was but I loved it." Ethan said in between breaths.

"Tell me about it." I chuckled as I helped Ethan stand up straight.

"Speaking of, where is Ben?" Ethan asked as he looked around.

I turned behind me to see Ben storming over towards the skull gates.

Shit...

Ethan must have seen where I was looking because he gasped and took off at a sprint. I ran behind Ethan. Ben was getting too close to leaving and I feared that we would be too late.

"We need some kind of distraction!-"

Ethan and I stopped running as we watched Felix grab Ben and throw him backwards to the ground, away from the skull gate causing Ethan and my feet to skid on the dirt as we stopped running.

"Felix will do." Ethan said.

Ben stumbled backwards, hitting the ground with a thump as Felix towered over him causing almost every boy to turn their attention to the two of them. I don't think I've ever seen Ben this angry before but I guess Felix just got in the way of Ben trying to get Emily back so no wonder he's so mad. He had quickly moved off the ground patting his dusted clothes down before giving Felix the biggest death glare I had ever seen. Ben ran his fingers through his blonde hair, moving it out of his face as his piercing blue eyes stared daggers at Felix. The boys had slowly gathered around in a circle around them, snickering and howling knowing that a fight was about to break out between the two of them. Two boys slid two swords across the ground that stopped just in front of Ben and Felix. Without a second thought, they both quickly reached down to grab the swords.

I smirked along with Ethan as we watched Ben casually twirling around the sword as if it were a stick. I'd expect nothing more from Ben; every boy here knew what Ben could do with a sword. It was his weapon of choice ever since he first came to Neverland. I don't think I've seen anyone use a sword better then Ben could. No one wanted to duel him because they knew they'd get hurt. Now that I think of it, Ben can really kick some ass, when he chose to.

Ben smirked at Felix and lifted is sword, "Let's dance, scar face."

Emily's POV

"Emily, come with me, we can leave this place and never return. We can leave Neverland right now; you can forget about Pan and the island just come with me. It's what you have been planning to do ever since you got here!"

Could I really leave Neverland and go home...

What if this could be my only chance to get out of here and away from Pan?

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Ok...let's go." I whispered slowly.

Connor's head shot up, his glassy eyes staring back into mine in surprise at my answer. He stood to his feet, a smile instantly forming over his face as he looked at me. I gasped as Connor suddenly pulled me into a hug. His arms wrapping around my small frame as he pulled me into his chest. I didn't know how to react; I just stood still within his embrace. I wasn't sure why but I found my arms hesitantly linking around his back. Was I really hugging Connor?

"Well isn't that just pretty." Pan spat angrily.

Connor and I quickly pulled apart as I found Pan who was leaning up against a tree. My stomach instantly turned as Pan looked over at me with a tortured look, his eyes blazing with hatred and anger as he unhooked his arms from across his chest. I backed away from Connor watching Pan's gaze in fear as I noticed just how angry he looked. He looked like he wanted to kill. I took a few steps away from Connor as Pan walked closer to us, his eyes narrowing, locking onto his prey.

"I'll have to admit. I'm not in any mood for games." Pan growled.

Within a split second Pan jerked his hand towards Connor sending him flying towards a tree, as if he were nothing but a stick. Connor collided with a tree and let out a painful groan as he hit the ground beneath him. Pan gave me a quick smirk before turning his attention back to Connor who was lying on the ground holding his head as his eyes tried to focus.

Pan held his hand out directly to Connor's body and slowly moved his hand upwards in a swift motion. I felt my body freeze as I forced myself to watch Pan control Connors body as he was lifted up in the air by a chock hold from Pan until he was hovering above the ground. Connor quickly brought his hands to his neck, eyes widening as he gasped for air. Pan continued to hold his hand out as he stormed over to Connor's floating body before firmly gripped his hand around Connor's neck. I had never seen Pan use his magic this way, it was like watching a horror show.

I lunged forwards to move but my feet didn't budge. I knew this was Pan's doing. He wanted me to watch what he was going to do to Connor. I was in trouble...more trouble than I had ever been in before. Pan kept his hand squeezed around Connor's throat while the other began moving in a circular motion. I noticed large green vines shooting past my feet, running along the ground like snakes. Pan used his magic to control the vines, moving them up the tree trunk until they wrapped around Connor's shaking body and the trunk leaving him tightly tied up against the tree before they stopped moving.

Connor's face had turned red from the lack of circulation running to and from his head. After what felt like forever, Pan eventually let go of his neck causing Connor to cough and wheeze, trying to breath in as much air as he could. My eyes widened as a large white hand print marked Connor's neck from the force of Pan's grip. Even still, Pan clearly was nowhere near finished with Connor as he then pulled out a large dagger from his belt. Without a second thought Pan grabbed a fistful of Connor's hair and pulled his head up causing Connor's face to scrunch in discomfort. Pan placed the blade under his neck, his dark green eyes staring him down as he turned the blade flat against his skin.

"I warned you what would happen if you broke my rules. You didn't listen and now you're going to pay the price." Pan said through gritted teeth. "There is only one price that you should be willing to pay for stealing from me as well as trying to leave the island…death." Pan hissed.

Connor's breath hitched yet he still held the audacity to talk back to Pan.

"You won't do it, you're a coward!" Connor yelled at Pan before a smirk curled through his lips before he continue, "Just like him."

I was confused as to whom Connor was talking about but Pan seemed to know exactly who this person was. A low humorous chuckle escaped Pan and he dropped the blade from Connors neck, turning it in his hand before bringing it level to Connor's chest.

"You see, I may be many things...but a coward, is certainly not one of them."

Connor's face fell as Pan jerked his hand back ready to stab him in the chest but instead Pan just smirked widely and placed his blade back into his belt.

"This just got interesting…" Pan said before releasing his other hand from Connor's hair and taking a step back. Connor's face turned to one of regret.

If there was one thing I've learned while being here, it's not to piss Pan off when he already wants to kill you.

"We're not finished yet." Pan said to Connor as he lifted a brow.

"I think you have some explaining to do that will make this that much sweeter." Pan grinned widely, stepping away from Connor and deliberately glancing back at me.

What the hell did he mean by that!

Pan clicked his fingers and I instantly felt his magic being removed from my legs. I stood watching as Pan moved out of the way so that Connor and I had clear vision of each other. I felt a surge of anger and betrayal running through, knowing exactly where this was going. I looked at Connor who was grinning at me.

"What's he talking about?" I snapped at Connor as I stormed over towards him ignoring Pan's smirk as I passed him.

I stopped short, watching in horror as Connor began to laugh like a mad man, pulling against the vines. He continued laughing to the point where tears of joy were threatening to escape his eyes. I grinded my teeth together as my hands curled into tight fists.

"You just made it so easy!" Connor said in between laughs. "Honestly cupcake, didn't you learn from the first time?"

With that said I completely lost it. I let my rage take over as I ran up to Connor and pulled his dagger from his belt. Connor scoffed and laughed at me, looking down on me like I was some pathetic weakling. I cannot believe I even waisted my time thinking he could of possibly changed.

I hate him!

I even hated the sight of him. It made me sick to the stomach that he was still looking at me.

I hated Connor...more than I hated Pan!

I yelled out as I slashed the blade at him watching as blood began to drip down from the fresh cut I had just made on his left cheek. Even though I had just sliced his cheek open, Connor still looked down at me with pity, like I was nothing but a tool he was using to break and throw away. I swung the blade again, this time cutting a much larger cut into his arm but it wasn't enough, I felt the need to seek revenge and I wasn't going to stop until I have my question answered!

"Tell me what happened to Oliver!" I yelled at him.

Connor rolled his eyes.

"Gesh, you're still into that kid. Cupcake, I thought you would be over him by now." Connor laughed down at me.

I didn't give a second thought before running the already red stained blade across Connor's other arm causing him to wince but then regain himself as he grinned down at me again.

"Shutup and answer me." I growled.

Connor scoffed, "Seeing as you asked so nicely."

"I'm afraid that Oliver left not too long after you did." Connor spoke not giving the slightest care in his words as he leaned his head back against the tree trunk and chuckled. "Of course with a little bit of my help saying that it was all his fault that you left in the first place made him soon run away." Connor smirked. "I've never seen him since."

No...

Oliver was like me, an orphan. We understood one another; we both knew what it was like to go through the foster system over and over again, having each family give you up because...you just weren't good enough. It hurts like a pain no normal kid should ever have to go through. Yet, telling someone that they're not good enough then turning against them in a family that they did not belong in is the worst thing that could ever happen to a kid like Oliver...and it was all Connor's fault.

I tightened my grip on the handle of the blade to the point where my knuckles began to turn white. I felt like I was struggling to breathe with all the anger and frustration that I wanted to take out on Connor. I need to let it out. I had no room for hesitation or mercy, I wanted him gone.

I jerked my arm up and sliced down, cutting all the vines in one go. They fell to the ground and so did Connor. I looked down at Connor like he had at me, only this time I wasn't going to hold back. I grabbed my hand around his throat and threw him away from the tree and onto the ground.

"You have no idea!" I paused, screaming at him, "What's it's like to feel unloved and thrown away like no one even cares that you existed!" I yelled as I sliced the blade across his shoulder. Connor didn't react to the large cut I had made, he just stared at me with shock as I continued to yell at him.

"I was one of those kids. I was thrown away by my parents who left me to be abandoned!" I continued to shout as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "My parents didn't love me! I had no one! I had to take care of myself, alone, for my whole life!" I finished with every breath I had left.

"And what did you do?" I took a breath of air and looked down at Connor, "You caused the only person who ever wanted a family!, who ever wanted to be loved or cared for!" I yelled, glaring daggers at Connor, "The only person who ever wanted a brother…to run away and become lost all over again..."

I heard silence and only silence.

I opened my eyes which I hadn't noticed I had slowed and looked down with horror to see Connor lying completely still underneath me. Dark blood covered in a circle around his body and I let go of the blade that was stuck fully into his chest. Blood covered his whole body; his clothes stained red and soaked through with the crimson red. My blood covered hands began to shake as looked down at Connor's horrific body.

I...I k-killed him.

"What have I done..." I whispered faintly.

My stomach turned in a knot and my body began to shake violently. That's when I felt a pair of arms lift me off Connor and move me to the side of his body. I felt my eyes sting as tears eventually fell from my eyes as I looked up at Pan who was hovering over me. I brought my hands to my face and tried to wipe away the tears from my face but they continued to fall down my cheeks. I could see in the corner of my eyes that my cheeks were now stained red from the blood on my hands.

I killed Connor…I killed him.

I continued to repeat it my head until I met with Pan's gaze, his eyes bright green, his face stiff with holding no emotion. I felt my body slowly going into shock, my hands trembling as Pan turned to Connor's dead body. I watched as Pan removed the blade from Connor's chest, my stomach turning as I saw the amount of blood that stained the blade and his body. Pan stood from the ground, holding his hands over Connor's body. I had one last look at Connor before Pan's magic surrounded him in a green smoke before his body disappeared with it. The pool of blood still remained, stained into the ground beside me making my head feel heavy. I fell back to the ground feeling my body bein to shake, my eyes blurring before more tears would roll down the sides of my face.

I killed him...

Pan was hovering over me again, his face still holding no emotion but I could tell in his eyes...his eyes held a whole other story. He held his hands above my body and I could see a green faint dust cover me for a moment before it disappeared allowing my body to stop shaking. I was able to breathe again, my mind now calmer than it was before. What I did to Connor was still in my head but I felt calmer. It was as if Pan had drugged me.

I managed to sit up before slowly standing, my legs stiff as I face him. I shared his gaze as I stared into his green eyes that were now dilated. That's when it all came to me. Pan could have killed Connor himself at any time if he knew what Connor was up to. He also had the chance to kill him before when he was tied to the tree...but he didn't. He waited.

He waited...for me.

"You planned this didn't you? You knew that Connor and I had a past and you used that to target him knowing that I would eventually take out my revenge and kill him...but what I don't understand is the reason why."

My eyes widened as I watched Pan's smirk form back on his face as he leaned forward, now looking down at me.

"Because he was going to take you back...and no one gets off my island without my permission. You were mine as soon as you set foot on this island."

I couldn't believe Pan...

He was behind this all along, like he always was.

I couldn't move. I felt that if I were to take another step then I would just fall. Pan knew the state I was in and took this as an advantage as he slowly moved closer to me, leaving only a mere space between us. His green eyes stared into mine before trailing down to the large pool of blood. What he said next made my breath hitch as I realised who exactly was standing in front of me.

"Your first kill." Pan whispered against my neck.

My eyes widened as I tried to take a step away but that only lead to my legs falling from under me. Pan pulled me into his chest, keeping a firm grip so I wouldn't move. I knew he was keeping his eyes on me but I could only stare at the blood on the ground. There was so much of it...

I felt his lips graze my neck before moving to my ear, "Looks like I'm not the only psychotic killer on the island anymore." Pan whispered, quoting my exact words.

My eyes widened in fear to think of what the others would do if they found out what I had done to Connor. Pan slowly lowered me to the ground and I looked away from the pool of blood, unable to stomach the sight of it. I knew from Pan's tone of voice that I wasn't getting away this time. Pan wasn't stupid; he knew that I tried to escape off the island...which also means he's going to punish me. He squatted down beside me; looking over me with a disappointed yet mischievous look in his eyes as he moved my hair out of my face so that I was forced to look at him.

"Now what am I going to do with you?"