Chapter Three
I blindly sped through the trees, branches scratching my arms and my face. I didn't even know if Mike was behind me. Then on the ground I saw the heap that was Sara and Mell kneeling and panting beside her.
I landed very ungracefully and had to lie there for a second so I could catch my breath and sit up. I scrambled up to Sara's side as Mike dropped out of the sky behind me.
The arrow, it appeared, had struck in her side and it looked so close to coming out that, had she seen it sooner, she probably could've dodged it.
"I caught her arm just before she hit the ground," Mell said quietly, "But I don't have all the arm strength in the world. I don't think I hurt her though."
Mell gently took the arrow out and tossed it away. Her side was bleeding freely, but it didn't look like a deep wound. I glanced at Sara's face, ashen and still.
"Sara?" I whimpered. She was out cold. I looked over at Mike nervously, who didn't seem like he had anything to say at the moment. A silence came over us. But it wasn't a lonely silence. Suddenly I got the creepy-crawly feeling that we weren't alone.
I tensed. Mell looked up at me.
"What?"
I didn't answer, but glanced around at the surrounding trees and brush. I swear I thought I saw something shift in the bush behind where Mike was kneeling.
I got an idea and picked up a rock off the ground. I aimed and threw it into the bush. The effect was just what I wanted.or maybe not.
"Ow!" a voice yelped. Mell, Mike and I all jumped and got closer to Sara. Suddenly, a whole bunch of voices sounded from all around us. Through the bushes, I expected to see bloodthirsty pirates or Indians or something really scary. But what immerged were a whole bunch of.little boys. They surrounded us with little clubs and bows and arrows and tiny sharpened blades. Mike almost laughed, but I kicked him.
"Hey, we got one of the birds!" a fat boy shouted joyfully.
"Come on, let's get the rest of them so Peter will be surprised when he gets back!" another little boy with dark hair exclaimed. They all cheered and got in closer, giving us menacing looks.
"Just what are you are doing?" a voice said from above. It was amazing. All the boys jumped, whirling around and backing up in unison as Peter descended down from the trees.
"Just killing the birds Tinker Bell told us you wanted to catch," one of them said timidly.
"Tinker Bell told you that?" Peter asked angrily. There were a few nods.
"TINK!" Peter yelled, "Where are you?"
I thought I saw a flash of light dance among the leaves and then disappear.
"Come out here and apologize!" Peter commanded. There was no response.
"TINK!" he screamed again, "If you do not come out, I will punish you severely."
Again, no response. Peter looked really pissed now. "Tink, I hereby banish you from Neverland for." he thought for a moment, "two years."
There were several gasps. Many of the boys 'oohed' and 'ahhed.'
Peter turned back to the boys.
"As for you." he gave them a look and looked down at us, still kneeling, protecting Sara.
"I brought them here to be our mothers-
"And father," Mike interrupted.
"-and father so they can tell us stories and tuck us in at night. What do you think of that?"
The boys cheered. Peter smiled.
"Come on, come with us to our tree!" Peter exclaimed, beckoning us.
"But wait, we need to help our friend," I waved my hands, before they turned.
"Here I got her." Mike volunteered and after the Lost Boys watched us patch up her wound with some leaves, he picked her up and we followed Peter and the Lost Boys to their secret underground hollow.
I blindly sped through the trees, branches scratching my arms and my face. I didn't even know if Mike was behind me. Then on the ground I saw the heap that was Sara and Mell kneeling and panting beside her.
I landed very ungracefully and had to lie there for a second so I could catch my breath and sit up. I scrambled up to Sara's side as Mike dropped out of the sky behind me.
The arrow, it appeared, had struck in her side and it looked so close to coming out that, had she seen it sooner, she probably could've dodged it.
"I caught her arm just before she hit the ground," Mell said quietly, "But I don't have all the arm strength in the world. I don't think I hurt her though."
Mell gently took the arrow out and tossed it away. Her side was bleeding freely, but it didn't look like a deep wound. I glanced at Sara's face, ashen and still.
"Sara?" I whimpered. She was out cold. I looked over at Mike nervously, who didn't seem like he had anything to say at the moment. A silence came over us. But it wasn't a lonely silence. Suddenly I got the creepy-crawly feeling that we weren't alone.
I tensed. Mell looked up at me.
"What?"
I didn't answer, but glanced around at the surrounding trees and brush. I swear I thought I saw something shift in the bush behind where Mike was kneeling.
I got an idea and picked up a rock off the ground. I aimed and threw it into the bush. The effect was just what I wanted.or maybe not.
"Ow!" a voice yelped. Mell, Mike and I all jumped and got closer to Sara. Suddenly, a whole bunch of voices sounded from all around us. Through the bushes, I expected to see bloodthirsty pirates or Indians or something really scary. But what immerged were a whole bunch of.little boys. They surrounded us with little clubs and bows and arrows and tiny sharpened blades. Mike almost laughed, but I kicked him.
"Hey, we got one of the birds!" a fat boy shouted joyfully.
"Come on, let's get the rest of them so Peter will be surprised when he gets back!" another little boy with dark hair exclaimed. They all cheered and got in closer, giving us menacing looks.
"Just what are you are doing?" a voice said from above. It was amazing. All the boys jumped, whirling around and backing up in unison as Peter descended down from the trees.
"Just killing the birds Tinker Bell told us you wanted to catch," one of them said timidly.
"Tinker Bell told you that?" Peter asked angrily. There were a few nods.
"TINK!" Peter yelled, "Where are you?"
I thought I saw a flash of light dance among the leaves and then disappear.
"Come out here and apologize!" Peter commanded. There was no response.
"TINK!" he screamed again, "If you do not come out, I will punish you severely."
Again, no response. Peter looked really pissed now. "Tink, I hereby banish you from Neverland for." he thought for a moment, "two years."
There were several gasps. Many of the boys 'oohed' and 'ahhed.'
Peter turned back to the boys.
"As for you." he gave them a look and looked down at us, still kneeling, protecting Sara.
"I brought them here to be our mothers-
"And father," Mike interrupted.
"-and father so they can tell us stories and tuck us in at night. What do you think of that?"
The boys cheered. Peter smiled.
"Come on, come with us to our tree!" Peter exclaimed, beckoning us.
"But wait, we need to help our friend," I waved my hands, before they turned.
"Here I got her." Mike volunteered and after the Lost Boys watched us patch up her wound with some leaves, he picked her up and we followed Peter and the Lost Boys to their secret underground hollow.