Peter's POV
Cat has been missing for three days now and there is still no sign of her anywhere. I'm beginning to worry that she found a way off the island. I share my suspicions with Curly, but he's quick to assure me, "Pan, you know better than anyone that no one can leave Neverland without you knowing it and you haven't felt anyone leave so that means she still has to be here somewhere."
I sigh. "Your right, Curly. I just hate not knowing things!"
"I know, sir. You've voiced that opinion several times during the past five minutes," he says smirking, but after catching my glare, he quickly continues on with, "But don't worry. We'll find her."
"Hey Pan, why don't you track her by her aura like you do with us? Maybe then you'll be able to find her," Davis speaks up from where he stands a few paces behind Curly and me.
I turn to face him. "Don't you think I've tried that?" I snap. His eyes grow large as he takes a step back, arms raised slightly in a small surrender.
"Sorry, sir. Just a suggestion," he replies a bit defensively and I can feel my anger beginning mount higher.
Before I have a chance to let loose my anger, Curly grips my arm tightly and forces me to look at him. "Hey, chill. No need to take out any of your men. We're gonna need him later," he says calmly. "Why don't you try again?" he suggests after not receiving any kind of retort from me.
"Alright," I reply grudgingly, jerking my arm from his grasp. I close my eyes to help block out everything else that is going on around me, only focusing on her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her laugh, her magic. Anything that could allow me to locate her aura.
Its then that I feel it. Its weak, but its there. It feels as though she's somewhere in Buccaneer Bay, and its then that I realize that Hook has her.
My blood begins to boil again. How dare he kidnap her? And then further resort to torturing her to the point where even I can barely even pick up on her aura?
Curly obviously feels how I've gone rigid and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I immediately begin to calm down.
"You okay?" he asks quietly.
"Yes," I respond, opening my eyes. "I found her."
"Well, where is she?" he asks eagerly.
"Buccaneer Bay."
"Wait, but that means..."
"Yes. Hook has her," I finish.
Curly quickly turns to Davis. "Round up all the boys and tell them to meet us back at camp! Tell them its urgent!"
"Yes, sir!" Davis replies, and hurries off into the forest to search for the other Lost Boys.
Once I'm sure that Davis is out of earshot, I say, "He's broken the rules, Curly. And you know what that means?"
Curly only responds with a nod, but I continue on as if he had said otherwise, "Punishment."
"So, what's our course of action, Pan?" Curly asks after allowing my last statement to hang heavy in the air for a moment.
"What else? We attack them," I reply.
"When?"
"Tonight."
"Is there anything else you want me to tell the boys?" he asks.
"Tell them to bring their air bubbles. We'll be walking the whole way," I say with a smirk.
"Yes, sir," he replies with a similar facial expression. He then turns and dashes off in the direction of camp.
I chuckle to myself. Hook is in for a big surprise.
"I wouldn't get too confident if I were you, mate," I voice calls down from the tree tops.
My good mood vanishes instantly. I know that voice and frankly, I'm surprised that I'm hearing it again. I could have sworn I killed him, though I'm having a difficult time remembering the reason why. He probably deserved it, whatever it was that he'd said or done that caused me to become that ticked.
"Come on out, Lance," I shout, trying to mask my feeling of surprise, and he immediately drops to the ground.
"Good. You remember me. Kind of surprised actually. I was beginning to think that you had forgotten your former right hand," he says smirking at me.
"Well scum like you deserve to be forgotten, don't you think?" I retort coldly.
"Ouch. I do believe you've cut me to the core, old friend," he says, clutching his heart as his face contorts onto a false look of pain.
"Firstly, I don't care. Secondly, I'm not your friend. And thirdly, why are you here, Lance? What do you want?" I ask.
"Well, let's see. Oh! I remember! I'm supposed to tell you that the attack you are planning against Hook, would only seal your little Cat's fate," he replies evasively.
"What do you mean by that? What have you done to her?" I growl, failing to suppress the slight panic in my voice.
He smirks at this and before saying, "Oh, I haven't done anything to her. And neither has Hook. At least, not yet."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my anger continuing to rise.
"Well you see Pan, your little Cat has already upset the good captain. He had asked her to complete a small task for him, but she refused to do it. And every day he comes to her to try and persuade her to help him and she refuses. So he has started to deny her food and only giving her enough water to survive. That's why her aura is so weak," he explains. "So if you do attack, Hook will more than likely just slit her pretty little throat before you can get to her."
I can feel my fists clench at my sides. "I thought you said Hook hadn't done anything to her."
"I did, and when you really think about it, you'll realize that I really wasn't lying. You see, he hasn't beat her, stabbed her, shot her, tortured her, touched her, fed her. He hasn't done anything to her besides give her water to drink so, in all honesty, he's been quite kind to her because you know how much worse off she could be."
"You traitor!" I yell and blast him with my magic. He laughs, dodging the attack easily.
"Is that the best that you can do?" he taunts.
"You wish," I reply and take another shot at him.
Pretty soon, we are engaged in a back and forth battle, neither of us actually gaining any ground.
"I forgot how skilled you were in magic," I say giving him some credit because most people who challenge me to these kinds of duels don't last this long.
"Well, I did learn from the best," he says slightly sarcastically.
After a while, he begins to tire and I am able to overcome him. I slam his body up against the nearest tree. He winces on impact and his pain brings a smile to my face.
"I want you to go back to your little boat and tell your captain that I'm coming for him. After all, he has broken my rules, you know, by coming onto my island and taking my property. Oh, and don't forget to mention the one tiny detail he always seems to forget," I explain slowly and clearly so that Lance will understand every word I say to him. "Pan never fails."
He nods silently, his face filled with resentment but I couldn't care less what he thinks of me. When I release him, he immediately disappears leaving me slightly drained, but strangely satisfied.
I stare for a short while at the spot Lance had occupied before quickly turning on my heel and stalking back to camp to ready my men for the impending battle.