Chapter Twelve:
Henry's eyelids flutter and he slowly wakes up. He looks a little confused as he sits up and looks around. I watch him as he rises and he stares at me suspiciously.
"What happened?" he asks.
"You fell asleep," I answer.
"I did?" he sounds shocked.
"Don't worry. It was only a cat nap," I lie. "The night is still young." Henry blinks then looks down. The light from the bonfire behind us illuminates his face and makes his shadow quiver behind him. My own shadow is, of course, absent. "What is it?" I ask.
"It's just, I thought I heard my dad calling for me." I fake a look of interest.
"Really?" I ask, my voice coated in face curiosity.
"Yeah, but that's impossible," he sighs. "Because my dad's dead." He sounds so lost he almost reminds me of Elley. For a moment I feel genuine sorrow, but I push it away with the pleasure of knowing that I knew his father was alive when he still thought he was dead. I love knowing things that others don't.
"I'm sorry," I sigh. "But it's only natural for us to dream about things we've lost and things we want. Like your father coming back for you, or Elley being on Neverland with you," I remember how she had almost found him just the day before. Henry looks up at me.
"But I was awake when I heard her. I know she was here," Henry argues. I want to tell him it doesn't matter that she's here. She doesn't care about him now, she wouldn't even recognize him.
"You were dreaming it. Why would I kidnap your family?" I ask, trying to look honest.
"To keep them from finding me," Henry insists. I can feel my irritation rising. He's as stubborn as Elley!
"Nobody is trying to find you. You said so yourself that your father was dead. Your mother has no way of getting to Neverland since Greg and Tamara stole the magical bean to get here. I'm afraid you're stuck here," I say. Henry looks ready to argue, but then my words sink in. He didn't know Emma had another bean, he really thought they were stuck in Storybrooke.
"I'm sorry to break it to you like this, but it's time you knew." I give him my best sympathetic look then stand up and head over to the bonfire. He follows me as I walk next to Felix. He glances at us then returns to carving.
"I'd like to dedicate this song to our guest of honor, Henry," I pull out my pipe. Henry watches me curiously as I start to play. The music slides out into the air and flows forward like a poisonous mist. I can imagine it entrancing the Lost Boys and hopefully Henry.
As I play the Lost Boys start their dance again. They're beating sticks and hooting as they spin around the fire. Henry is starting to move next to me. He grabs some sticks then joins in with the Lost Boys.
"Can you hear the music now?" I ask.
"Yeah," he nods. His voice sounds breathless with exhilaration. Victory! I lower the pipe and watch him dance.
Soon he'll be ready. Then I'll be the most powerful person in the world. No one will be able to stop me and I'll be able to do anything I want and have everything I want. Elley's image flashes in my mind and I smile. Make that everyone I want.
*Elizabeth*
Everything is dark. I move, but I touch nothing solid. It's like I'm suspended in complete nothingness. I try to walk forward, but I feel like I haven't moved forward at all. I let out a breath, but it makes no noise. What the crap?
I can feel the fear rising in me. There was absolutely nothing here. I let out a scream, but my ears are undisturbed by the noise. My heart beats a little faster, at least I think it does. It's kind of hard to tell when you can't hear anything and you can hardly feel anything. In fact I'm not really sure if I'm breathing.
Panic flutters in my like a bird in a cage. What am I supposed to do?
Reacting on fearful instincts I start to flail around and scream out random crap. I feel nothing, see nothing, and hear nothing. Oh dear Lord.
I stop suddenly as there's a flash of red light in front of my eyes. Before I can react there's a pin prick of pain at the nape of my neck. Almost instantly it starts to rise up the back of my head and spread through my brain until it feels like I'm on fire.
This time when I scream I can hear it. It echoes through my head and only furthers the pain. As my screams continue to flow out of my body I become increasingly aware of other senses returning. I can now feel my hands clamped over my ears and the chill of water seeping through my pants from where I'm crouched on the ground.
There's a noise beyond my screams, but I can't stop them to concentrate on it. All I know is the pain and my screams. Yet still the noise comes again, louder this time. It's another scream and this time it's not my own.
The new scream is accompanied by many more screams that echo around me. They seem to swell and decline then swell again. I feel like I'm in an ocean of screams. Every time they get louder the red light flashes before my eyes then fades away as they get lower. It's a never ending nightmare of constant pain and noise.
Finally I rouse myself out of the nightmare and sit panting in my bed. My bed? I look down and sure enough I'm lying in a bed. It's small and rough, but it's a bed.
The bed is lying in the middle of a small cottage like building. It's made completely of wood and is rather roughly built, but it seems sturdy enough. The furniture includes the bed, a small wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and something like a dresser or a nightstand. There is also a circular window on the far wall, across from the door.
Something about the place just feels wrong. Where am I? Almost cautiously I crawl out of the bed and stand in the middle of the house. Now that I'm out of the covers I discover the absence of my white shirt so I'm only in my tank-top and black skinnies. My boots are missing too. I open a drawer of the dresser and find my shirt folded and tucked away. My boots are sitting side by side under the dresser.
"Did I miss something?" I wonder aloud. I rack my memories, but I can't remember taking off my shirt or my boots. I can't even remember coming into this house. The last thing I remember is, nothing. My mind goes blank. I don't remember anything. "Yeah, I definitely missed something," I say to myself.
"What makes you say that?" a boy's voice asks from behind me. I spin around and stumble back against the dresser. To my shock there's a teenage boy standing next to my bed. The moment I look at his face I'm flooded by an onslaught of memories.
My parents were dead beats that didn't take care of me so one day I just left. After I left I was picked up by some magical shadow man and brought to this island. Then I met a boy that calls himself Peter Pan and can use magic and crap. So that means this is Neverland and this boy is Peter Pan. Seems legit.
"How did you get here?" I blurt out the question. He raises his eyebrows and walks forward.
"Well, two people had very strong feelings for each other. So they decided to do something that often results in babies," he starts. I blush as I realize what he's talking about.
"I know that. I meant how did you get in my room?" I explain.
"The door of course," Peter motions behind him at the door.
"Well, why are you here?" I ask.
"Just thought I'd pay you a visit, see how you like your new house. I think the Lost Boys did a fantastic job on it," his eyes travel around the room then land back on me. I feel uncomfortable under his gaze. The way he's looking at me is like he's looking right through me, like he can see into my soul or something. I feel like he's looking for something, something he knows about and I don't.
"Um yeah. Felix did a great job," I mutter. With the memories of Peter came the memories of the Lost Boys. Felix, Devin, and Tyler are the only ones that stand out. I know some others from a game I think we played once, but not many. I look down and once again catch sight of my tank-top and bare feet. "Did you take off my clothes?" I ask.
"No," he laughs. "Why? Did you want me to?" he raises his eyebrows and smirks.
"Pervert," I snap. He laughs again and shrugs.
"Think what you want," he says. "I think we both know the truth though," once again I feel like he's searching for something as he looks at me. For a moment I feel something spark inside of me. I can't place it though. Anger, irritation, fear, longing, disgust? I can't tell.
"Yeah, whatever," I look away to escape his eyes. He nods.
"Well I better go. Can't spend all my time cavorting with Lost Girls when I've got an island to run," he turns and heads for the door.
"I'm not a Lost Girl," I call after him. He pauses at the now opened door and looks back at me.
"As long as you're here you are. As long as you're here you'll always be my Lost Girl Elley," his voice is slightly barbed, almost like what he's saying hurts in some way. It gives me goose bumps as he disappears.
The door closes behind him and I run over to it. As quietly as I can I open the door and peek out. I'm greeted by Felix's back. He's obviously been placed as my guard. As always, I think. Before I can close the door he turns around and sees me.
"Elizabeth?" he asks. To my surprise I feel almost relieved to hear his voice. It sounds oddly familiar. The calm, deep echo of it chases away the mixed feelings Peter stirred.
"I'm okay Felix," I say. He nods and I start to close the door. At the last minute I'm reminded of my dream and how that's the only thing that awaits me when I go back to sleep. "Actually Felix," I open the door again and he looks at me. "Will you come in for a while?" I feel almost awkward making the request, but I don't think I can handle another dream like that.
"Um okay," Felix answers. He walks inside and takes a seat at the small table in my room. I sit next to him. "Is everything all right?" Felix asks.
"No," I answer. "I had this really weird dream and it just made everything feel really weird and just kind of off I guess," I explain. Felix looks sympathetic.
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" he asks.
"Stay," I suggest. "Distract me from my dream. Tell me stories or something." Felix gives me a look. I shrug. "It could help." He rolls his eyes, but starts telling me a story anyways. It's a story about him and Peter of course. It's about how they discovered that mermaids weren't all that friendly. I listen intently, but soon my eyes start to droop.
Felix keeps talking even though I'm half asleep. Just as one of the mermaids is about to drown them I lose consciousness.
A/N:
I'm sorry it took me so long to finally update when the update was so short. I was struggling with how to write this chapter. I wasn't quite sure how it would be after she loses her memories so I had to keep rewriting it. I hope you like it. Here's to clear up some confusion. Peter had the Lost Boys build Elizabeth a house kind of like what Wendy has in the show except not in a tree. He was trying to see if she would remember anything about their kiss and still have feelings for him. Unfortunately she forgot about it so he gets kind of annoyed. The only thing Elizabeth remembers is getting to Neverland and having adventures with the Lost Boys and such. She resents Peter because she thinks he kidnapped her, but of course she thinks he's incredibly sexy and awesome too(Haha). Don't hate me because they're not together anymore. Believe me when I say it doesn't last that long. Well I hope you liked it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed. You are guys are so totally freaking amazing. You're one of the highlights of my day. Please keep up the good work!
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