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- Mickey x

As I regained consciousness I realised two things. One, it was no longer day. Two, I have been captured. My wrists had been bounded together by what I guess to be thick vines from the leaves that sprouted out of them. There was a fire near by, I could feel its heat against my back. Cautiously I tried to twist my wrists to see if I could break the vines. No chance. I moved my wrists up to my face and tried to bite through the vines. Apart from the bitter taste in my mouth, this had now effect either. They were tighter and stronger than you would assume a plant could be.

I heard foot steps approaching my body and immediately pretend to still be unconscious. Maybe they would leave me be for the night if they see that I don't pose any threat, that I can't run away. Trying to calm my increasing heartbeat, I started taking deeper longer breaths. I had to bite hard on the inside of my cheek to keep a small scream that climbed up my throat, as I felt a little nudge in the bottom of my back from what I presumed to be a stick.

"Hey Princess, Pan wants to meet ya." came a voice

I kept quiet, hoping he will leave me be. Instead he poked me harder then grabbed my left shoulder and pushed it to the ground. I was now laying faced up staring into a set of intimidating grey eyes. This person was wearing a hood that covered his head and casted a shadow over his face.

"I said; Pan wants to meet you Princess." he repeated, this time with more emphasis

Before I could think of a reply he grabbed my shoulder once again and pulled me upright. I steadied myself and sent a glare towards him. New plan; I will show them that I wasn't afraid. I shrugged off the hand on my shoulder and held my head high. Moving away from my capturer and placing my feet apart for balance, I turned to him and smirked.

"What are you waiting for? Move it." he commanded pointing his stick towards the left into the darkness.

When i stood my ground he got frustrated. He moved towards me. It was now or never. My leg swing up quickly delivering a strike to his left rib, bruising it at the least. He staggered back grabbing onto his side. Not giving him a chance to recover, I lifted my bounded wrists and crashed them onto his back. He dropped to the ground. Not wanting to risk it, I delivered another blow to the back of his head, only enough force to knock him out. I worked quickly, crouching over his body that lay on the ground. Searching through his clothes with my hands tied wasn't easy but I finally found what I was looking for. A dagger. Grabbing it, I sat on the forest floor putting the weapon between my thighs and holding it tightly so the blade pointed upwards towards the sky. Then I brought my wrist to the blade, so that the vine was touching the shard edge and started to work my the vines against the dagger. I could feel the vines weakening until it was finally weak enough that I could break it apart myself by pulling my wrists apart.

Getting up quickly from the ground, I picked up the blade and checked that the boy was still out, quickly searching him for weapons that may come in useful. No luck, the only things of use he seemed to carry was the blade and his stick.

Then I had an idea. I could use some leverage, an upper hand against those others if they come looking for me. I looked at the boy again, he looks important enough. Judging by his age he probably has been around for a while compared to the other, younger boys in his camp. Also the scar on his face indicates that he maybe a fighter or a strong player in their group. I looked around quickly for something to tie him up with. He's wearing some sort of cape. That could work. Making my way over to his body, I cautiously removed the cape. Without the shadow of his cape the scar looked more sinister, etched along his right eye. I started to cut up his cloak into strips with the blade, tying them together when I was finished. Then I proceed to wrap them around his wrist, the same way who ever it was earlier, had done with the vines to my own. Wrapping them as tightly and as many times as I could. When finished, knotted the material a few times just to ensure that it wouldn't come undone. I then attached another separate strand to the material woven around his wrist that I could use to make sure that he stays with me when traveling through the forest.

I retrieved the boy's walking stick and put the knife into the back of my waistband.

Crouching by his body I readied myself. I put the leftover material into his mouth, just incase he decides to scream for help, and pointed the tip of the blade to his throat. Then I straddled him, making sure that he wouldn't be able to make a get away when he wakes a deep breath to steady my nerves I painted a smirk onto my face again. With the hand that wasn't holding the dagger I gave him a strong punch to the gut, causing him to awaken; coughing and spluttering, trying to get more breath into his lungs.

"Wake up now sleeping beauty." I mocked.

He grunted back and squirmed around. I tightened my legs around him.

"Now, no need for that," I taught, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible "How do you like it yourself? Not so nice is it?" He glared at me "Ok. I am going to get up now and you are not going to try to run right blondie?"

I slowly got off his body. When I was completely up he stood up quickly and tried to run. I pulled back on the piece of material I had attached to his wrist, swept down and kicked out his legs from beneath him.

"Now, now." I teased "What did I tell you?" Pulling him upright with the reign I looked at him in the eyes and widened my smirk "Be a good lad and follow instructions. You can do that right blondie?" Still glaring at me he nodded. "Great, now follow me."