Here's the other short chapter! Enjoy!

Henry, Tamara, and I were sitting around, waiting for Greg to get a fire started. After many failed attempts, he finally got the wood to burn.

"You making s'mores?" Henry asked him sarcastically. But I could tell the kid was getting hungry.

"No. I'm building a signal." Turning to Tamara, Greg ordered her to help him collect dry leaves, saying they had to alert the home office. I internally laughed at them, knowing that the supposed 'home office' already knew we were here, and were surrounding us. I could feel their presence.

As Tamara was starting to doubt their mission and futilely voicing her thoughts to Greg, I heard more rustling as a group of boys in cloaks and rags came out of the bushes into our camp. The group was led by a shaggy blonde haired boy with sharp features and a club draped over his shoulder. He would've been handsome if not for the nasty scar running down his face.

Greg started backing up, looking at the group warily. "Who are you?" Oh my god doofus, can you seriously get any dumber?

The blondie held out his arms in a fake show of welcome. "We're the home office. Welcome to Neverland."

Tamara, deciding to also voice her stupidity, asked, "the home office is a bunch of teenagers?"

"They're not teenagers," Henry cut in, also deciding that Greg and Tamara should stop talking before their small brains short-circuited. "They're the lost boys."

The scar faced one looked mildly impressed. "Look at that."

Henry, looking quite confused now, asked "why would the lost boys want to destroy magic?"

"Who said we want to destroy magic?" Shaggy replied.

Greg, being ever so slow, continued to voice his dumb thoughts. "That was our mission."

Smirking, Scar Face looked over at Henry and I. "So you were told, yes. Now the boy. Hand him over." As if it were a last minute thought, he added "the girl, too."

As I was about to comment on how stupid he was for thinking he owned us like that, Tamara, deciding that she was going to be brave, stepped in front of us. "Not until you tell us the plan. For magic. For getting home."

Club head smirked then, and I knew we were screwed. "You're not getting home."

Greg, following Tamara's horrible lead, stepped up to the leader and said, "then you're not getting the kids."

"Of course we are." The look on the blondie's face is what encouraged me to turn and shove Henry. "Run!"

I felt a harsh breeze on my back, but when I turned around, all I saw was a dark shape holding another dark shape and Greg falling to the ground. Obviously dead. Too bad, he didn't deserve to die like that. Mostly because I had been planning on killing the stupid idiot myself after we got out of this mess. But, oh well. Another scream from Tamara had me shoving Henry to go faster and him yelping in response.

I heard the lost boys gaining on us, and cursed loudly. I wanted Henry to move faster, but it was hard to when his hands were tied. And we couldn't just stop so I could get them off. I sent a silent curse to Greg and Tamara for making this even harder than before, even though they were both pretty dead.

All of a sudden, Henry decided to trip and not-so-gracefully face plant, causing me to stop in the middle of the path. "Henry, get up!" I hissed at him.

Suddenly, a hand snaked out from behind a tree and grabbed both Henry and I, dragging us off the path quickly.

I squeaked. I didn't like people touching me, especially when I didn't know them. "What do you think your doing you stu-"

"Shhh!" A voice cut me off as the hand let me go. I turned around, helping Henry up off of the ground, and glared at the mystery person, whose face was covered by a hood.

"What the-" I started, before getting cut off yet again by the boy, who decided it was a good idea to put his hand over my mouth and hold my back to his chest, effectively shutting me up. "Shush!"

I stiffened as I heard the lost boys pass loudly by our hiding spot, whooping and hollering at the joy of the chase. When I was sure they were gone, I started wiggling in the boys grip, before finally licking his hand.

He let go of me quickly, and I spun around to look at him again. He pulled down his hood, and I gasped. He was hot. Standing about 5'9, he looked down at my 5'7 height. He was lean, but I could tell from when his arm was around my waist that he had some muscle packed there. His face was boyish, with just a little bit of cheek, but in a cute way. He had a strong jaw, a buttonish nose, and full lips that wouldn't normally look good on a guy, but he made it work. He had slightly big ears, but they were nicely covered by his light brown hair, which had a slight flip at the ends, and covered his forehead. His eyes were a blue-green, and they were looking right at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, which made me wary. usually I was able to tell what a person was like just by looking into their eyes, but I couldn't with him.

With a low, british voice, he spoke. "Pan and his forces are in tune with every grain of sand on the island. We must be careful."

I sighed. Way to state the obvious. Giving me a weird look, Henry asked the boy, "are you a lost boy?"

"I was. But I escaped," was the only reply we got. The boy picked up a sharp rock and used it to get Henry out of his bonds. I grew suspicious at his vague reply. Noticing my stiff expression, he continued. "Now they're after me to."

"What happened?" Henry asked. I could tell the kid's curiosity was piqued, but we didn't have time for this.

The boy, somehow reading my mind, replied. "No time for questions. We must keep moving!"

So I'm thinking that the next update is going to be sometime this weekend, or maybe Friday if I'm feeling generous. Depends on my schedule. Also, I'm looking for someone who wants to help me on the story, someone who has plenty of ideas that would work well with mine. Like I said earlier, I have so many ideas, and I have random future chapters already written down, but I need help putting them together. So, if you're at all interested, PM me!