Chapter Eight: The Survivors
Emerald looked at Peter in concern he was a wreck. He stood there staring at the unmarked graves dumbly as if not really seeing them. But Emerald had a small thought. 'If I can't not give him happiness right now- I can give him hope at least'. She put her hand on Peter's shoulder to draw his attention to her. "Peter- If they were buried properly by someone that means someone lived. Right?" said Emerald softly. Peter head shoot up.
"Yes. Someone had to have lived and not just one person. You would need a handful to bury this many people." Said Peter hope for survivors was brought to his attention. He turned his sorrowful eyes to Emerald and gave a sad smile of gratefulness. "Lets look around for any sign as to where they might be. That is if there still alive." Said Peter turning his haunted features to the graveyard. Emerald nodded and started to help him look. The sun that was rising when they found the graveyard in the camp was now beating down on them cheerily. The sun brought no cheer to them though as they sifted through the wreckage and walked past burnt graves. After hours of searching for clues and scouting the area they came out empty. Hot and sweaty from their work they finally took a break. Sitting out of the shade (Sadly) they tried to relax enough to rest there tired muscles.
For the last four days they had been put through the ringer emotionally and physically. Peter being the one taking the brunt off it all looked pale and troubled to no ends. Emerald didn't look too good either. She was starting to give up hope for her sister and it was eating her from inside. It's been five years and Emerald was starting to believe that she was dead. The lost boys were forced to grow new emotions and put them to use right away. Now all Neverland is now is a twisted children's tale. Bent and created for someone's perverse amusement.
Emerald sighed and leaned her head on Peters shoulder. At first he stiffened but soon relaxed beneath her. Emerald was tired now that she thought about it she didn't have any sleep at all last night. Even Peter got some Z's when he was knocked out for about three hours and before the incident happened. Emerald nodded off on Peter's shoulder and Peter took watch.
After who knows how long Peter jostled Emerald awake. She opened her eyes to see something blur by her head by one inch. Emerald stared at the arrow that barely missed her. "Fuck! What's going on?" asked Emerald eyes wide as she looked at the now standing Peter.
"The Indians are shooting at us for some reason. Come on!" Said Peter dragging her behind an old burnt hut for cover. At the same time Peter pulled out his sword just in case.
"They must not realize its you since you aged." Said Emerald ducking just in time as another arrow flew by. Peter nodded and started to come out from behind the hut. Emerald pulled him back.
"Whoa! What are you doing? They'll make you a pin cushion." Said Emerald worried. Peter looked at her angrily.
"I'm going to see if I can talk some sense into them." Said Peter shaking off Emeralds hold on him. He started to talk towards the direction of the arrows.
"Wait! Were not here to cause trouble." Yelled Peter. He got an arrow whizzing by his head barley missing as answer. Emerald watched nervously hoping he would be okay. When another arrow flew straight Peter's head and he sliced it half with out blinking. Emerald gaped at him. That was some sword trick. Then suddenly Emerald was grabbed from behind.
"Peter!" Emerald cried in surprise. Peter turned around to see Emerald being restrained by an Indian warrior. He was holding a blade to Emerald's throat his and his other hand was holding her arms behind her back. The arrows stopped flying.
"Let her go!" shouted Peter taking a step closer.
"Not a step closer." Said the Indian pressing the blade closer. Emerald didn't make a sound or a single move so not to provoke him.
'She's not provoking him. Good girl.' Thought Peter. Indians were not to be messed with. Most are ruthless killers of there enemies and never took prisoners. They were lucky that it looked like they were taking them as prisoners when right now they thought them as enemies. Another Indian came out of the bushes in front of Peter.
"Drop your sword." Said the other Indian. Peter tensed up.
"No" said Peter. It was his only protection for him and Emerald. The Indian smirked.
"I'm afraid you don't have the answer as a option." Said the other Indian gesturing to the one that hold Emerald. The Indian holding Emerald pressed the blade closer to her throat cutting her slightly. She gave a small cry of pain and a small drop of crimson blood ran down her throat. Peter growled and grit his teeth he had the sudden urge to rip them all apart violently. This strong emotion scared Peter a little and in a strange way excited him. He felt very protective over Emerald more protective then humanly possible. But they aren't really human were they-
Peter dropped his sword to the ground and kicked it to the feet of the seconded Indian never looking up to see the smile on his face. When he was secured and tied up by the other Indian they started there journey as prisoners to where ever they where taking them. Walking down twisting well lighted trails they finally they came to on of the smaller mountains in Neverland. Peter and Emerald's eyes widened when they passed through seemly solid stone. They seemed to have entered a one-room cave.
The floors were totally cover with bear skin rugs and various animal skin blankets. At the back of the room there was a small crowed of people. Not many though. Peter guessed about ten women and fifteen men counting their captors. In the middle of the group was a beautiful seventeen-year-old Indian girl wearing the chieftains head dress. This could only be one person-
"Tiger Lily" whispered Peter so silently he him self didn't hear it. Emerald knew who she was by reputation alone. Tiger Lily sat on a throne of skins calmly looking at them. She was wearing nothing but soft deer skin leather that fitted her curves like a glove. Beads adorned her hair and dress in the black and red colors of their tribe.
Then abruptly Emerald was pushed forward roughly. Since it was so sudden she feel forward and landed with a loud thump. Peter growled and bared his fangs at the one who pushed her. The Indian was taken aback with surprise at first then glowered at Peter while the other one forced him to his knees.
"We found these two rummaging and vandalizing through our old village." Said Peter captor with a snarl. Peter forced him self to pay attention to the Indian women in front of him and not the one man that hurt Emerald more then once. Tiger Lily watched this take place with no expression.
"You don't look like pirates and you are not what attacked us so long ago. Yet there's something about you," said Tiger Lily as stood up. She walked towards Peter and kneeled on one knee in front of him. She looked at him so closely their noses where almost touching. Peter could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. Tiger Lily looked at his face then brushed backed his hair and touched his pointed ear. Smiling she backed away from him.
"Let him go and give him his weapon. He is our friend." Said Tiger Lily. The Indian hesitantly let him go and gave him his weapon.
"Tiger Lily you will let my friend go to. Right?" asked Peter putting his sword away. Emerald sat there repressing a jealous growl when Tiger Lily gave him a bright smile.
"Of course Peter. Your wish is my commanded." Said Tiger Lily motioning for Emerald's release.
"Thank-You Tiger Lily" said Peter helping Emerald stand after she was un- tied. Tiger Lily frowned when she saw how much concern Peter held for the girl.
"Peter we have much to talk about." Said Tiger Lily. Peter nodded.
"Are you sure your okay Emerald." Asked Peter.
"I'm fine Peter. Just a few cuts and bruises that can wait until after we all talk," said Emerald assuring Peter. Peter frowned a few cuts and bruises where way too much.
'She shouldn't have any' thought Peter.
"If that's all. Come this way." Said Tiger Lily walking to the far wall and disappearing through it. Peter and Emerald's eyes widened again.
"Holy Shit! I'm going to have to ask how they do that." Said Emerald. Peter nodded and fallowed Tiger Lily. Emerald hung back for a minute and kicked the jerk that captured her in the balls. Leaving him withering on the floor with the rest of the Indians staring at her she fallowed Peter through the wall.
(A/N: .;;; Ouch! Right in the pants.)
Emerald sat down next to Peter Indian style in the small room obviously meant only for the chieftains use. It was a small crevice that was cover thickly with fur blankets. Tiger Lily says on a big pile of them that was almost certainly her bed as well as her seat.
"What happened to the village?" asked Peter. Pain flashed across Tiger Lily's face.
"First before we start that I want to know where you've been all this time?" asked Tiger Lily. Peter obliged by telling his long story from the attack all the way to finding the village with great pain.
"Why did you not check on us Peter?" asked Tiger Lily sadness written across her face.
"I'm sorry. Tiger Lily we had to many problems and we were adjusting." Said Peter looking at the ground face shadowed.
"That's no excuse! If you were there we might have had a chance!" replied Tiger Lily angrily. Peter was shocked and hurt.
"But Tiger Lily-" started Peter feebly. Tiger Lily growled and was about to make an angry retort when Emerald butted in.
"You Bitch! Do you see he regrets that?! He was only doing what he thought was best for the lost boys and Neverland! He was doing his own part. He went looking for help and-" growled Emerald.
"And- I came back with you. She's right it's all my fault," said Peter darkly. Emerald winced at his harsh tone.
"How dare you!" Barked Tiger Lily glaring at Emerald. "You can't speak to the chieftain that way!" added Tiger Lily. Emerald glared back with the same force as Tiger Lily.
"You owe it to Peter to tell your side of the story. You owe him a lot." Said Emerald. Tiger Lily looked like she was smack across the face. Tiger Lily gave it thought and nodded with a sigh.
"I do owe you Peter- I will tell you my story and we will see if you stay." Said Tiger Lily.
"Thank-you Lily" said Peter relief and gratefulness filled his voice.
"It all started five years ago-"
(A/N: Sorry to cut it a little short^^I need some help. Dos Tiger Lily have a dad in the first movie? Was she even in the first movie? I need help you guys*EvilKittyEyes* Please help out and Please Review or I wont up-date. No flames to.)
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Ksha2222(TurnsPale): "Acck!"
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T.T.F.N.
Love: ksha2222
Motto: I plan on taking enough people down with me to be remembered and then I'll drink tea with Peter Pan tied to a chair^_~
Emerald looked at Peter in concern he was a wreck. He stood there staring at the unmarked graves dumbly as if not really seeing them. But Emerald had a small thought. 'If I can't not give him happiness right now- I can give him hope at least'. She put her hand on Peter's shoulder to draw his attention to her. "Peter- If they were buried properly by someone that means someone lived. Right?" said Emerald softly. Peter head shoot up.
"Yes. Someone had to have lived and not just one person. You would need a handful to bury this many people." Said Peter hope for survivors was brought to his attention. He turned his sorrowful eyes to Emerald and gave a sad smile of gratefulness. "Lets look around for any sign as to where they might be. That is if there still alive." Said Peter turning his haunted features to the graveyard. Emerald nodded and started to help him look. The sun that was rising when they found the graveyard in the camp was now beating down on them cheerily. The sun brought no cheer to them though as they sifted through the wreckage and walked past burnt graves. After hours of searching for clues and scouting the area they came out empty. Hot and sweaty from their work they finally took a break. Sitting out of the shade (Sadly) they tried to relax enough to rest there tired muscles.
For the last four days they had been put through the ringer emotionally and physically. Peter being the one taking the brunt off it all looked pale and troubled to no ends. Emerald didn't look too good either. She was starting to give up hope for her sister and it was eating her from inside. It's been five years and Emerald was starting to believe that she was dead. The lost boys were forced to grow new emotions and put them to use right away. Now all Neverland is now is a twisted children's tale. Bent and created for someone's perverse amusement.
Emerald sighed and leaned her head on Peters shoulder. At first he stiffened but soon relaxed beneath her. Emerald was tired now that she thought about it she didn't have any sleep at all last night. Even Peter got some Z's when he was knocked out for about three hours and before the incident happened. Emerald nodded off on Peter's shoulder and Peter took watch.
After who knows how long Peter jostled Emerald awake. She opened her eyes to see something blur by her head by one inch. Emerald stared at the arrow that barely missed her. "Fuck! What's going on?" asked Emerald eyes wide as she looked at the now standing Peter.
"The Indians are shooting at us for some reason. Come on!" Said Peter dragging her behind an old burnt hut for cover. At the same time Peter pulled out his sword just in case.
"They must not realize its you since you aged." Said Emerald ducking just in time as another arrow flew by. Peter nodded and started to come out from behind the hut. Emerald pulled him back.
"Whoa! What are you doing? They'll make you a pin cushion." Said Emerald worried. Peter looked at her angrily.
"I'm going to see if I can talk some sense into them." Said Peter shaking off Emeralds hold on him. He started to talk towards the direction of the arrows.
"Wait! Were not here to cause trouble." Yelled Peter. He got an arrow whizzing by his head barley missing as answer. Emerald watched nervously hoping he would be okay. When another arrow flew straight Peter's head and he sliced it half with out blinking. Emerald gaped at him. That was some sword trick. Then suddenly Emerald was grabbed from behind.
"Peter!" Emerald cried in surprise. Peter turned around to see Emerald being restrained by an Indian warrior. He was holding a blade to Emerald's throat his and his other hand was holding her arms behind her back. The arrows stopped flying.
"Let her go!" shouted Peter taking a step closer.
"Not a step closer." Said the Indian pressing the blade closer. Emerald didn't make a sound or a single move so not to provoke him.
'She's not provoking him. Good girl.' Thought Peter. Indians were not to be messed with. Most are ruthless killers of there enemies and never took prisoners. They were lucky that it looked like they were taking them as prisoners when right now they thought them as enemies. Another Indian came out of the bushes in front of Peter.
"Drop your sword." Said the other Indian. Peter tensed up.
"No" said Peter. It was his only protection for him and Emerald. The Indian smirked.
"I'm afraid you don't have the answer as a option." Said the other Indian gesturing to the one that hold Emerald. The Indian holding Emerald pressed the blade closer to her throat cutting her slightly. She gave a small cry of pain and a small drop of crimson blood ran down her throat. Peter growled and grit his teeth he had the sudden urge to rip them all apart violently. This strong emotion scared Peter a little and in a strange way excited him. He felt very protective over Emerald more protective then humanly possible. But they aren't really human were they-
Peter dropped his sword to the ground and kicked it to the feet of the seconded Indian never looking up to see the smile on his face. When he was secured and tied up by the other Indian they started there journey as prisoners to where ever they where taking them. Walking down twisting well lighted trails they finally they came to on of the smaller mountains in Neverland. Peter and Emerald's eyes widened when they passed through seemly solid stone. They seemed to have entered a one-room cave.
The floors were totally cover with bear skin rugs and various animal skin blankets. At the back of the room there was a small crowed of people. Not many though. Peter guessed about ten women and fifteen men counting their captors. In the middle of the group was a beautiful seventeen-year-old Indian girl wearing the chieftains head dress. This could only be one person-
"Tiger Lily" whispered Peter so silently he him self didn't hear it. Emerald knew who she was by reputation alone. Tiger Lily sat on a throne of skins calmly looking at them. She was wearing nothing but soft deer skin leather that fitted her curves like a glove. Beads adorned her hair and dress in the black and red colors of their tribe.
Then abruptly Emerald was pushed forward roughly. Since it was so sudden she feel forward and landed with a loud thump. Peter growled and bared his fangs at the one who pushed her. The Indian was taken aback with surprise at first then glowered at Peter while the other one forced him to his knees.
"We found these two rummaging and vandalizing through our old village." Said Peter captor with a snarl. Peter forced him self to pay attention to the Indian women in front of him and not the one man that hurt Emerald more then once. Tiger Lily watched this take place with no expression.
"You don't look like pirates and you are not what attacked us so long ago. Yet there's something about you," said Tiger Lily as stood up. She walked towards Peter and kneeled on one knee in front of him. She looked at him so closely their noses where almost touching. Peter could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. Tiger Lily looked at his face then brushed backed his hair and touched his pointed ear. Smiling she backed away from him.
"Let him go and give him his weapon. He is our friend." Said Tiger Lily. The Indian hesitantly let him go and gave him his weapon.
"Tiger Lily you will let my friend go to. Right?" asked Peter putting his sword away. Emerald sat there repressing a jealous growl when Tiger Lily gave him a bright smile.
"Of course Peter. Your wish is my commanded." Said Tiger Lily motioning for Emerald's release.
"Thank-You Tiger Lily" said Peter helping Emerald stand after she was un- tied. Tiger Lily frowned when she saw how much concern Peter held for the girl.
"Peter we have much to talk about." Said Tiger Lily. Peter nodded.
"Are you sure your okay Emerald." Asked Peter.
"I'm fine Peter. Just a few cuts and bruises that can wait until after we all talk," said Emerald assuring Peter. Peter frowned a few cuts and bruises where way too much.
'She shouldn't have any' thought Peter.
"If that's all. Come this way." Said Tiger Lily walking to the far wall and disappearing through it. Peter and Emerald's eyes widened again.
"Holy Shit! I'm going to have to ask how they do that." Said Emerald. Peter nodded and fallowed Tiger Lily. Emerald hung back for a minute and kicked the jerk that captured her in the balls. Leaving him withering on the floor with the rest of the Indians staring at her she fallowed Peter through the wall.
(A/N: .;;; Ouch! Right in the pants.)
Emerald sat down next to Peter Indian style in the small room obviously meant only for the chieftains use. It was a small crevice that was cover thickly with fur blankets. Tiger Lily says on a big pile of them that was almost certainly her bed as well as her seat.
"What happened to the village?" asked Peter. Pain flashed across Tiger Lily's face.
"First before we start that I want to know where you've been all this time?" asked Tiger Lily. Peter obliged by telling his long story from the attack all the way to finding the village with great pain.
"Why did you not check on us Peter?" asked Tiger Lily sadness written across her face.
"I'm sorry. Tiger Lily we had to many problems and we were adjusting." Said Peter looking at the ground face shadowed.
"That's no excuse! If you were there we might have had a chance!" replied Tiger Lily angrily. Peter was shocked and hurt.
"But Tiger Lily-" started Peter feebly. Tiger Lily growled and was about to make an angry retort when Emerald butted in.
"You Bitch! Do you see he regrets that?! He was only doing what he thought was best for the lost boys and Neverland! He was doing his own part. He went looking for help and-" growled Emerald.
"And- I came back with you. She's right it's all my fault," said Peter darkly. Emerald winced at his harsh tone.
"How dare you!" Barked Tiger Lily glaring at Emerald. "You can't speak to the chieftain that way!" added Tiger Lily. Emerald glared back with the same force as Tiger Lily.
"You owe it to Peter to tell your side of the story. You owe him a lot." Said Emerald. Tiger Lily looked like she was smack across the face. Tiger Lily gave it thought and nodded with a sigh.
"I do owe you Peter- I will tell you my story and we will see if you stay." Said Tiger Lily.
"Thank-you Lily" said Peter relief and gratefulness filled his voice.
"It all started five years ago-"
(A/N: Sorry to cut it a little short^^I need some help. Dos Tiger Lily have a dad in the first movie? Was she even in the first movie? I need help you guys*EvilKittyEyes* Please help out and Please Review or I wont up-date. No flames to.)
Ksha2222(Smirks): "I don't own nothing so you cant sue!"
*Ksha2222 sticks her tongue out*
Ksha2222(TurnsPale): "Acck!"
*Ksha2222 runs away with a team of high priced lawyers on her tail*
T.T.F.N.
Love: ksha2222
Motto: I plan on taking enough people down with me to be remembered and then I'll drink tea with Peter Pan tied to a chair^_~