Emily's POV

"Five minutes before we leave. Do not be late!" Felix yelled out to us, then walked over to his hut and shut the door.

"Finally!" Ben said grabbing his dagger and sliding the carved rock against the blade.

I watched as he carefully swiped every stroke making sure not to apply too much pressure. He seemed to know how to handle the blade pretty well which made me wonder what exactly the weapon was going to be used for. After last night, I sure hope it wasn't going to be pointed at me again.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I watched Ethan, Ben, and Will preparing themselves to leave.

"We will be leaving for training soon," Will said.

"And why are we training again?" I asked, still not understanding the purpose of the whole idea.

"One, because it's part of Pan's rules and even if we don't want to do it he would find a way to force us to," Will said standing up, "Two, to be fit and be able to hunt to survive," he said more simply, grabbing my arm and helping me up off the log.

"We have to be prepared in case we ever get attacked," Ethan fished off for Will pulling up Ben.

Attacked by who?

"Let's go, Pan's waiting for us!" Felix yelled waving his hand for us to walk with the group.

"Pan," I hissed, stopping myself from walking causing Will and the other two boys to turn around.

"Come on Emily, this will be a chance to prove yourself to Pan," Ben encouraged, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the others.

Prove myself?

"I thought I did that when I played Pan's game," I groaned in frustration.

Ben chuckled, "Yeah you kind of didn't because you couldn't get back to campus. Speaking of how did you get back here?"

My mind went blank.

"All I can remember was waking up in my hut from that dream?"

"Will?" Ethan questioned, but Will on;y looked as confused as the rest of us.

"I didn't bring her back, I only went to check on her in the morning thinking she got here by herself," Will explained.

"Then how did I get back?" I shivered.

We all jumped at Felix's loud voice.

"You four!" he said pointing to us with his club, "You better hurry up or face Pan when you get there late!" Felix yelled then turned back leading the group.

We ran to catch up with the group, the four of us trailing slightly behind as we followed the path that leads out of campus and back into the jungle. The trees formed over us and the path gradually became smaller forcing us into groups of two to walk side by side. It had been a few minutes but I couldn't exactly get a grasp on the time anymore, it felt like less.

I suppose we were getting close as the group slowed down the pace as we approached two huge trees that were molded together on either side of the path as if naturally framing an archway. On the trunks were skulls hanging by vines, each snake like plant twisting in and out of the bones. I watched with wide eyes. This was probably the gateway to hell.

I heard Will chuckle next to me as he had obviously seen my reaction.

"They're not human skulls if that's what you're thinking."

Forgive me for assuming...

I felt a poke my shoulder, I turned my attention to Ben who had a skull in front of his face. I screamed punching the piece of bone off and pushing Ethan towards him causing Ben to erupt in laughter.

"If you get scared over that I'd love to see you during training," Ben chuckled earning a slap over the head from Ethan.

I stood on Will's side making sure Ben didn't pull anything again. We walked under the gateway now filling out to another open space that was almost bigger than campus. A massive grassland surrounded the one side of the large space where a dozen targets lined the field. Another area covered the space which was filled with posts at different heights that stood the same size as the trees of the jungle. Pegs and slashes marked the posts that looked almost like handgrips to climb with a number of small and large platforms sticking out of some of the highest of posts. But what caught my attention the longest was the giant oak tree that stood right in the center of the open space. It was beyond any tree I have ever seen, the branches were thick enough to be the trunks of the largest trees we passed to get here. The jungle was shaped around the entire area creating a barrier around it, just the same as campus.

"You should see your face," Will chuckled causing me to finally close my mouth.

Felix gathered us around right in front of the massive oak tree allowing me to really see just how big this tree was. I noticed small pegs and platforms also positioned at different points in the tree - well as much as I could see from here. Everyone's attention turned to Pan as he walked to us suddenly appearing as what I assumed was his usual entrance now. Most of his layered clothing had been removed leaving the vested shirt that was underneath and undersleeves that cut at his forearms. The sunlight captured the boys' leader now lighting the warm brown turns in his wavy air that I hadn't noticed before.

"Emily, what are you staring at?" I heard Will say next to me.

"Ahh-h the tree?" I stuttered as I purposely stared up to the highest branches.

"Oh yeah," Will noted as he also looked up anxiously at the tree, "Let's hope Pan goes easy on you today,"

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?" I said only to be interrupted by Pan calling out names of the boys, most of which I wasn't familiar with at all but two did catch my attention.

"The group of you will all be going with Felix!" Pan announced.

Ben and Ethan sighed as they followed Felix and the group that was leaving the oak tree.

"The rest of you will be with me for target practice," Pan said.

"Great," Will said sarcastically.

I wasn't sure his lack of enthusiasm was nothing I should be worried about but as Will said, we don't have a choice. We followed Pan to the lined targets where a large hand-carved wooden table held many different types of bows. All the boys seemed to know which one to get and that's when I noticed that they had their names on them. I turned to Pan who seemed to have been standing, waiting for me to notice.

"What do I-"

"Just come with me," He said before turning to the rest of the boys, "The rest of you find a target and start shooting."

Pan had already taken off walking in the opposite direction leaving me to try and catch up behind. He reached the sideline of the jungle trees and stared down at the trunk of one tree in particular.

Alright.

Now what?

Pan hit his fist against a specific spot of the tree so hard I thought it should have broken his hand but his expression remained unfixed as he lifted up the hatch of wood. Inside was a pile of bows.

"Choose wisely," Pan said leaning on the tree watching me.

I squatted down looking inside to see dozens of bows; each one fashioned differently.

"I-"

"Pick one and make it quick," Pan sighed from beside me.

I rolled my eyes at his impatience and pulled out a bow. The shape was long and the grip felt wrong for my small hands. I put it back and pulled out another, looking it over before placing it back again.

"Would you hurry up," Pan said impatiently.

This boy...

If only he gave me some arrows then I would definitely shut him up.

I dug to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a light wooden coloured bow with a white skin-leather grip. It was beautifully carved and very light compared to the others. Sure I had never held a bow before in my life and certainly didn't know what was classified as a good bow but this...felt like it fitted perfectly.

I turned to Pan and he finally paid attention to the bow. I thought he would have been relieved but his eyes turned fierce, his expression stiffening. It was a look that could kill and it only lasted a few seconds before he calmed down and avoided eye contact already snapping the hatch of the tree shut.

"Good choice."

He already walked off, making his way back to the boys before I could say anything. I followed shortly after watching as the boys were already lined up at the targets, shooting across the field. I couldn't help but smile down at the bow. It was the first weapon I had ever held. I guess it was pretty cool.

I found Will who was shooting at his target on the other end of the line, sweat falling from his face as he concentrated on the target, not allowing anything to distract him as he hit the bullseye each time he let go of the arrows. I found an empty target and followed as the rest of them did, picking up the quiver that was beside the post and drawing an arrow back. I looked at the target which across the field, my eyes narrowing as I tried to focus.

How hard could it be...

I positioned the arrow in place, drawing it back feeling an unfamiliar strain in my arms and eventually let my fingers slip hearing it travel through the wind. I hoped I hadn't made the biggest fool of myself but it looked like I already had. The arrow had missed completely sticking into the ground making it only half the distance to the target.

Pan's laughter filled my ears and sudden heat rushed to my cheeks. I rolled my eyes gritting my teeth as I ignored him and pulled back another arrow.

"That was quite a shot you made, I'm sure we will make a lost boy out of you eventually," Pan chuckled causing me to huff in annoyance.

I'm sure if he stood in front of the target I would have a better chance of hitting it...or him.

"But of course you would be the first lost girl, " Pan whispered by my side causing me to flinch at his sudden presence.

My eyes widened and I instantly lowered my bow as Pan stood beside me, his arms guiding mine.

"Now you see..." He chuckled, "If you aim at the ground, you're going to make the same mistake as last time, except this one might actually hit its target," Pan lifted the bow, resting his hand over mine as he pulled the arrow back.

"I think I would rather it hit the ground," I whispered, ignoring the heat rising to my cheeks, my tone angered as I knew exactly what he was doing.

"I don't think you would. You see, there are certain rules of target practice," Pan spoke, his breath catching my neck reminding me of how close he was, "If you miss more than once, you're going to be the new target."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Standing his close to a psychotic maniac who tortures children for the sake of having a fun game should be enough for me to not do anything else but fear for my life.

"You're going to have to slow that heartbeat down if you want to make a perfect shot."

I hated to admit it but you're not making it any easier...

"There you go, now line up the arrowhead with your own line of sight making sure the target stands exactly inline."

I was surprised he had dropped the patronising tone and was now completely serious. It at least allowed me to now focus on what I was doing. I followed his instructions maintaining the position he kept my arms in and followed through letting the arrow escape my fingers. I watched it shoot across the field and hit the target...right at the bullseye. I actually did it.

I turned around but Pan had disappeared from beside me. I found him at the table instructing us to put our bows back and meet in front of the tree. I wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, I wasn't sure I wanted to know or wanted him to get that close again. I felt as if I had let my guard down. I wanted to keep my distance, make sure I knew more of who Pan is before I get too close. I guess I forgot he isn't like everyone else.

I forced my attention away as I found Will by the table piling his bow with everyone elses.

"You're pretty good at this," I smiled as put my bow on the table. "I saw you shooting before," I added which seemed to spark some confidence in him.

"Y-You did?" He mumbled but a found smile followed soon after, "Thanks."

I placed my bow on the table and Will's smile instantly faded as he stared at it.

"How did you get this?!" He half whispered half shouted.

"What do you mean? I chose it," I said confused as Will flipped it over.

"Look," He said pointing to something carved into the wood.

My eyes widened, as I read over the hand-carved P.P that was on the bow.

How did I not notice it?

"This is his bow?" I whispered in a panic, placing it down on the table scared that if I broke it Pan would use it to kill me.

"Yeah, and if I were you I would give it back after training," Will said, the fear easily slipping from his lips, "He hasn't used that bow since...well since a long time ago," Will mumbled.

I looked away from the bow as our group began to head back to the giant oak tree where we met with the others. Ben and Ethan's group had joined last. The two of them dragged their feet to make their way over to us, sweat dripping from...well, everywhere.

"Hey guys," Will said calmly while I, on the other hand, stared at the two of them in disbelief.

"What the hell did you guys do?!" I exclaimed, covering my nose from the smell.

"It's called...running...do you don't get shot," Ben panted as he tried to answer.

"What he said," Ethan replied.

Ben leaned an arm over Ethan only for him to shove it off.

"No," Ethan said simply but out of breath as he glared at Ben.

"Today's training is over. Head back to Campus for the bonfire!" Pan ordered.

The boys seemed relieved as they turned and started walking to the gateway.

I looked to Will unsure as we made our way past the table of bows.

"I'll wait past the gate for you," he reassured before catching up to Ben and Ethan through the gateway.

I took a deep breath and walked towards Pan who was following shortly behind.

"What do you want?" He asked coldly before I could speak a word.

"To give your bow back," I said grabbing it from the table.

"Keep it. It's yours now."

Pan held his hand over the bow where the carved P.P once marked the wood. Once he pulled his hand away newly carved were my initials E.W.

"You're just giving it to me?" I asked surprised.

He scoffed, "Trust me, I wouldn't have let you keep that bow if I knew it was going to be put to such poor use.

I rolled my eyes.

And he's back...

"I have my own, as does everyone else. You're going to have to prove yourself to use that bow. You could start by actually hitting the target," Pan smirked before disappearing from where he stood.

Oh, I am so going to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

I walked through the gateway to see Will leaning against a tree waiting as he said he would.

"How did it go?" He asked walking along with me through the jungles path.

"Brilliant," I replied sarcastically.

"I still get to keep the bow," I added which caused Will to smile proudly.

Pan's POV

My grip tightened on the bow as I stared at her initials.

It was her own choice.

I wasn't expecting to ever see it again and now it belonged to her. I wondered how long I could ignore that day until now but it seems only fitting since she's the only one who wasn't there to see it. She will never know of the blood spilled that day. I'll leave it up to her to find out.

I put her bow with the others shutting the hatch of the tree but before I could disappear out of the training area a strong gust of wind kept me in my place. I turned around, smirking as I looked up to the sky to see the shadow flying down, hovering from the ground before me.

"The girl. She must go."

I lifted a brow not expecting the shadow to have made a rash decision so quickly.

"Really? And why is that?" I asked to which its eyes darkened.

"She is a distraction to your mission, a mistake to have brought to the island. If you wish to succeed you must get rid of her."

"She will be out of here once her part has been played," I said firmly causing the shadow to move back slightly.

"Still, she is quite a handful. I still need to test her to see if she's capable of staying on my island."

I pulled out my dagger, staring into the shadows eyes ensuring it knows its place.

"If she's not...I'll get rid of her myself."

Will's POV

Emily and I passed the last of the trees as we made out way back into campus. I noticed most of the boys were going in and out of their huts. Some cleaning up from training while the rest who had, prepared for the bonfire.

As we walked along the gravel path I couldn't help but notice Pan walking up the steps to his hut, his jaw clenched.

"I'm going to go clean up," Emily said, breaking my attention away from Pan.

"Sure. I'll meet you before the bonfire starts."

"Yeah and also maybe tell Ethan and Ben to have one too," She said looking to where Ben and Ethan were wrestling on the dirt, clearly recovered from being exhausted.

Emily's POV

I shook my head hearing Will's laughter as he ran over to break the two apart before they could break a bone.

Despite my legs feeling like they were about to collapse I managed to pull myself up the short steps of my hut, opening the door and straight away staring at the single bed. I decided not to get my bed covered in dirt so I wouldn't have to worry about it later and instead pulled off my clothes noticing a new pair were set at the end of my bed. I noticed they mirrored the garments the boys wear but at this point, I didn't care. I needed to change. They surprisingly comfortable even though they were a bit big. I suppose they were spares but a least they were clean.

I walked to the small bamboo carved basin, something I never expected to be on a deserted island. There was no tap but a leaver that was tied next to the single bamboo shoot. My eyes widened as I pulled the leaver and fresh water began to pour into my hands. I instantly brought it to my lips drinking as much as I possibly could. I wasn't aware of how much I had needed to drink fresh water until now. I washed my face finally feeling relaxed as the cold water hit my skin. After rinsing my face I pulled down on the leaver and the water stopped flowing.

"Pretty good, isn't it?"

I shot up turning around to see Pan leaning against the wall, a smirk naturally on his face while mine fumed red.

"What are you doing in here?"

He looked at me with a dull expression.

"Uh, this is my island. I can go wherever I want."

I gritted my teeth trying to hold back the blush on my face as I pulled down at the hem of my top. I had no idea how long he had been standing there for.

"Get out of my hut."

"Now that's no way to treat the person who brought you fresh clothes, now is it?"

"You?" I spat clearly not believing a word that came out of his mouth anymore.

"I'd think a girl like you would be taught to have more manners."

What.

What did he just say...

"You're welcome," He smirked.

I could see his dagger was now on his belt. I hadn't seen Pan carry a weapon on him before. I thought he didn't need one being the almighty Peter Pan. Expect he was completely different. He was cruel, dangerous, annoyingly and reasonably good-looking and completely insane. He has been pushing me around since I got here, locked me in a cage, forced me to play his twisted game and walk into my hut without a care in the world. I don't think so. He may be in control of this stupid island and his lost boys but is definitely not in control of me.

I quickly grabbed his dagger from his belt placing the blade up against his neck just as he had done to Will. He looked surprised, to say the least, but that didn't stop the smirk on his face and the anger on mine.

"Listen to me, Pan. I really don't care who these boys think you are but don't think for a second that I'm going to bow down and be pushed around by someone like you because I'm a girl. You're going to leave me the hell alone, especially in my hut, you got that?"

Pan let out a sharp breath and I purposely put the blade firmly against his skin. Slow breaths escaped his lips, his pupils blown as he stared down at the dagger then back at me.

"I'll admit I never saw it in you, but now I do."

"Good. Don't forget it."

I removed the dagger from his neck and put it back in his belt, not giving Pan a second glance as I walked out of my hut shutting the door behind me. I made my way onto the gravel path to see the bonfire had been lit up, the boys now gathered around as the sun set completely. It was hard to see in the dark until I made my way to the bonfire but a whistle from Ben gave it away as I found the three of them by a long thankfully eating something that wasn't stew.

"Damn girl you clean up nice" Ben smirked as I took my seat.

"Nice clothes," Will chuckled and I couldn't help but laugh along too as he handed me a bowl.

I threw a piece of bread at Ben who was wriggling his eyebrows playfully and watched as it landed in his food. He just shrugged picking up the piece and shoving it into his mouth. The other two just laughed at his odd behaviour.

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