A/N: omg! I'm so so so so so so so sorry that I haven't updated this story! I was looking at all of my reviews and I thought, if I don't update this then these kids are gonna come and attack me! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I've actually been working on another original fanfic, which I'll be posting soon if you wanna read it. This chapter I hope explains some things. There's a cliffhanger at the end, so don't hate me!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!! leesh

Chapter Eight

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds footsteps walking around the room. I quickly shot up and grabbed my dagger, ready to attack whomever it may be. It was too dark to see anything, but I could make out a small outline of a figure moving around the bodies of the boys on the floor. They were stalking towards me. Quietly, I moved off my bed and off to the side of the room, making sure I didn't make a sound to distract my pray.

I hid in silence as I saw the body feel around the bed, searching for me. I could tell they were disappointed that I wasn't there, and grumbling slightly, they made there skillful way back outside. I decided to follow.

It was somewhat chilly outside for some strange reason, and I shuddered a bit. The pale moon gave me little light, but I knew by the uneven trail of broken bushes that the enemy had made its clever way back into the forest and towards the shoreline. I grinned egoistically to myself and pursued the path, excitement rushing through my veins. I honestly hopped it was a drunk pirate.

As I approached the beach, I saw the figure standing with its feet wading in the shallow water, totally oblivious to the fact that I was creeping upon them. The thunderous crashing of the waves thankfully overpowered the loudness of my footsteps on the grainy sand. Carefully, I drew my knife from my pocket, and just as I was a couple feet away, it spoke.

"Its about goddamn time you came back," it said in a low voice. I froze. The person turned around and faced me, and that's when I realized that it wasn't indeed a drunken pirate, but a very pissed off girl named Robyn.

"Oh hey, I didn't know it was you," I clumsily said as I scratched the back of my head, letting off my guard.

"What the hell were you thinking leaving me with a ton of little kids to take care of?" she asked with annoyance.

"I didn't leave you too take care of no one," I answered back.

"Oh yeah, sure. And what was I supposed to do? Take orders from little ten year olds? I'm fifteen, mister, fifteen! I don't take cooking orders or hunting orders from a little twerp who thinks he owns the whole damn island!" she yelled at me. I could tell she had wanted to say that for some time now.

"Look I'm sorry, things will be different ok?" I tried to say.

"Oh yeah, things will be so much different right? Try explaining that to the annoying little kids over there who literally kicked me out of the tree house and chased me around with bows and arrows like I was a goddamn pig or something!" she was so pissed. I starred at her, not wanting to say anything else since I knew that she would only scream at me some more. Robyn got mad again and growled, pointing her finger at me.

"I don't want those kids killing me because some brat like you decides to leave again, got it?" Robyn's eyes were on fire, but it was cute, and I chuckled a little.

"Got it," I replied. Robyn moved her hand out of my face and walked towards to water again, soaking her feet in the wet sand. I sat down and looked her over, wondering how much knowledge she could have possibly learned from the two months by herself. Did she know how to cook? How to hunt?

Robyn was dressed in a Jane of the Jungle type of outfit. Her leaf type shorts were, well, really short, with vines hanging from the sides. Her top consisted barely of a shirt; it was more like a homemade forest kind of bikini top. Her hair was dirty, which I had expected, and she looked like she had taken a bath in a mud puddle, (Which is actually fun, by the way).

"What exactly did you do to make the boys hate you so much, anyway," I asked nonchalantly as I broke apart a stick.

"I said that they needed order around the tree house. The place was an absolute mess, they were so incredibly filthy and it stank to the point where I was gagging for air," she answered as she took a seat next to me.

"Yeah that's what kinda happens when you live with 15 guys,"

"Well all I did was try to help them out by cleaning and cooking, and the boys didn't like that too much. They said "You're just like Wendy" and then they threw me out of the window,"

"I still can't believe they did that,"

"After that they chased me through the forest, and I somehow found a hiding spot, and then they went away, threatening that if I ever came back they'd have my head on a stick for Peter when he decided to come back. And well, I really didn't want that, so I didn't go back,"

"Did any of the pirates get to you?" I asked worriedly.

"Actually, I had quite an adventure with them. The pirates came on the shore one day while I was in the tree, and they saw me and told me to come down. I really didn't want to, but I did anyway and they took me on the ship, introducing me to Captain Hook,"

"You saw Hook without even being a prisoner?" I exclaimed. Robyn nodded, as if she had accomplished something. "Well he had to have made you walk the plank, or he must have locked you in a cell or something, right?" Robyn shook her head no.

"If you would listen then I would tell you!" she cried. "Now, I went up on deck and Hook talked about how much he hated you, blah blah blah, and asked if I would help him in the capture of you,"

"And you said no, right?" I asked, somewhat in a joking manner. Robyn looked out at the Jolly Roger that was floating in the water and smiled to herself, giggling faintly. "Right?" I asked again. Robyn still didn't answer, but kept her eyes focused on the ship. I became a little nervous and my hands started to sweat. I stood up attentively. "Come on, let's get back to the house,"

"I think I'll stay here," she then said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," she looked up at me and smiled sweetly. "Be careful walking home," Her voice was sort of creepy, and it made me shiver. With my full attention, I crept into the woods, unaware of the fact that I had just put myself into an extremely simple ambush.