A/N: So, this is my first Peter Pan fic, but I really wanted to write one so here ya go!
Disclaimer: I don't own peter, lost boys, hook, crew, Indians, or mythical creatures in general. The plot and couple characters I do own!
"Hurry Lalain we start in five minuets!" Christy bellowed backstage.
"Ok." Lalain yelled back still trying to shove the bulging coin bag into her flowing skirt.
"Hey you there!" A man shouted from behind her. Finally the bag was concealed.
"Yes?" Lalain said spinning on her heels to look at him. His head drew back from her for a second. She got that reaction from people often. It was the oh-my-gosh-your-eyes look. Or as her friends called it the look that told you, you stood out. You see, Lalain's eyes unlike most gypsies were a mixture of green and blue. Some people said that it was like the water's of Bermuda lay right in her eyes. However, there were others who said it was all of Lalain's feelings making a statement. But to Lalain those two big, beautiful, weird-looking eyes were just trouble. They were useful when trying to win the heart of a fellow, but not when you're stealing. Having eyes like that got you noticed and remembered. Lalain had to often miss out on the stealing part of her life, but today she had stolen something and so far was safe, but the police officer in front of her made her wonder if it would stay that way.
"Hello sir, are you here to watch our show?" Lalain inquired in her oh so sweet voice.
"I wonder if you know anyone who could have stolen a rather large purse of money from the president of the bank?" The policeman said making sure she knew whom she was up against. Lalain walked around the police with her head down and hands folded behind her back, as if she were thinking. "There's a large reward for the one who turns the person in." The man said never taking his eyes off of the pacing girl. At last Lalain stopped pacing and looked the man right in the eyes. He shivered under such a stunning gaze. Beautiful yet hiding something, the man thought.
The man shook these thoughts away and focused on the girl.
"I know none of this. My group and I have been warming up for a couple hours and none have left. It couldn't be any of us." Lalain left out the part where they had gotten a big break not long ago. Just enough time for a clever gypsy to steal a bag of money. But as if on cue the money purse dropped from her skirt and hit the ground sending all the coins everywhere. Cursing, Lalain ran. She went to front stage where the crowd and her friends watched as she dove down the street and past their eyes view. The policeman looked over the heads of the crowded street and spotted a brightly colored figure dash around a corner and out of his sight, but he pursued anyway.
"They'll never catch her." A performer laughed as she watched the man chase after her friend.
Lalain sped on not looking back; just twisting and turning down allies and crowded streets. Finally, she came to the harbor. Out of all the ships to hide in, one caught her eye. It was a massive ship with a mast soaring far above most of the buildings near by, but no flag waving in the wind at the moment. Lalain cautiously walked across the plank and onto the vessel. No one was in sight, but looking behind her she saw the policeman was coming around the corner still hot on her trail. She looked around and opened the first door, which led into a good seized room. Lalain searched the room with her eyes looking from a place to sit herself down. The bed caught her eye. She slid underneath, and listened for any noise and found some, the clanking of boots. She closed her eyes and fell asleep listening for an intruder.
The floor shook beneath her. What was happening? An earthquake or something? Lalain slowly opened her eyes and at the same time her head shot up.
"Ow!" She gasped clutching her head as the pain seared through it. Then everything came back to her. The coins, police, running, and hiding on a ship. As she was struggling to get free from her squashed domain the door creaked slowly open, and the shadow of a man stumbled in. Lalain scurried back under the bed and wrinkled her nose as the smell of beer hung in the air surrounding the man. She breathed through her mouth and looked outside. The only lights that lit the night sky were those from the ship. It was an eerie kind of glow, coming from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time.
The man came over, more like tripped over to the bed and positioned himself on it making it sag terrible in the middle. Lalain did everything in her power to make her breathing quiet, but soon there was a loud cheer from outside on deck and the man shot off the bed and out the door. Lalain listened.
"We're er' captn'." A small voice proclaimed barely hearable even with the door hanging open. There was a loud, evil sounding chuckle. As the ship hit something a strange jolt was felt throughout Lalain's body. She didn't know what it was, but it felt as though something was missing, or stopped working inside her. The air under the bed soon began to get very stuffy. Pushing on the bed she managed to release herself from the uncomfortable lock. She silently crept out the door and down the small hall to the deck. She searched the deck. Men were everywhere scurrying about. Plucking ropes here and tying them off there. Only one man however caught her eye. Actually it was the glint of light off metal that caught her gaze first. He was tall overshadowing everyone else, the captain, there was no doubt. The way he stood with his back straight, mustache perfectly curved, and sapphire blue eyes turned straight a distant look of victory shining in his face lingering on the hand he had raised to his chin. But then the metal light came back and this time Lalain studied the hook he had in the place of a hand. It was sliver matching his dark back clothes. Right as she felt herself moving forward the man came out of his dazed look, and brought her back to life. She explored the deck for some opening that she could escape off the boat from, but found none. Sighing she quickly made her way back to her hideout under the bed; she would just have to wait until morning came.
The morning came all too soon.
A/N: So I hope the first chapter piqued your interest. I will continue writing if there are people who are interested in me going on. So, if you liked it and would like me to go on I would be happy to receive you review and write more. Well, once again hope you liked it! REVIEW! Thanks!