Hey peeps here's another update (It's actually been done for a while now but I couldn't update because something was up with fanfiction whenever I went to update), tell me what you think, I got a surprise in here for you. Please review it makes my day to see new reviews :)
Emerald's POV
He was charming, I'd give him that. But he was truly an idiot if he thought I wouldn't just walk away as soon as no one was watching. I mean, I'm at the edge of the camp and no one is paying me any attention whatsoever. When Peter Pan was out of sight I slipped away and started running. I wasn't running for long though. I heard the voices of a few lost boys and hid in the foliage watching two of them drag a limp body between them. My heart rate increased when I recognized the body, it was Neal's. I sucked in a breath and waited for them to move a few paces ahead of me before I followed them soundlessly.
First he did something to a ten year old little boy and now he was kidnapping adults. They finally stopped in a clearing with two bamboo cages hung above our heads. They shoved Neal in an empty one on the ground and raised it before walking back in the direction of camp I assume. I counted to five and then walked over to where the ropes holding them up were tied around a tree. Choosing a rope at random I started working on the knot, knowing the same boy that tied my bonds didn't get near this rope. Suddenly the rope was sliding up. I grabbed hold of it quick glad it was untied but caught off guard by my success.
I smiled and slowly lowered one of the cages and running over to the door of the cage. I looked inside and saw a man slumped in the corner. The door was tied shut by some sort of vine the knot hidden. I frowned and tried ripping it but I knew it was futile. I walked back over to the tree and started working on a different rope. It took me less time this time and I was prepared once I untied the knot and lowered it safely to the ground. This one contained a little girl and I shuddered wondering why Pan had her here. I stood abruptly and walked back to the tree stopping when I felt my pocket knife in my boot. I was back in front of the cage containing the guy in a second.
I smiled and swung the door grabbing the guy's arm and pulling him out. But giving up when he didn't wake up. I shook my head and moved on to the other cage. When I swung the door open the girl's eyes flickered open.
"Am I free," she asked fear plastered all over her face.
"As free as out of a cage is," I say quietly moving away from the entrance and back to the tree knowing the next cage would contain Neal. "Help that guy," I said nodding to the guy halfway out of his cage before untying the last knot and lowering Neal safely to the ground. I rushed over to the cage and cut the tie opening the door as Neal opened his eyes. Which were green, the same shade as Peter's. I fell back in surprise watching a smirk grow on Neal's face that was alien on him.
3rd person POV
Emerald's face grew white when she saw Peter in Neal's form. He smirked and appeared out of the cage in his own form as Emerald got to her feet standing near Wendy and David's unconscious form.
"Hello love, you've certainly been busy. You didn't seriously think that you would break Neal out did you?"
"Well I guess it was impossible to start with considering he isn't even here." She said some color returning to her.
"Oh you mean you don't think I actually caught him? Of course I did, he's just not here yet."
"What happened to Henry?" Peter smirked at Emerald's question. He waved a hand and Wendy and David were back in their hanging cages. He walked around here pretending to think about his answer.
"I took his heart."
"You're a sick bastard. what about the little girl," she screamed pointing at Wendy's cage.
"You mean Wendy? What's she to you?"
"Wait that's Wendy, terrible night gown and brothers with the teddy bear and top hat? Seriously? Is my childhood all real? Who am I going to meet next Mickey Mouse?" He raised an eyebrow confused by this Mickey Mouse. "Why am I here?"
"Because you have something very important," he said pretending he would actually tell her.
"Good hair?" She piped in daring him to not answer with her eyes. He smirked and met her look with the same intensity. He leaned towards her about to kiss her but passing on her lips and whispering in her ear pleased when she shivered.
"An entertaining personality." He whispered pulling away and stopping when their noses were almost touching.
"Is that what you want Pan? Entertainment?" She whispered looking at him and for a moment they were lost in each others gazes. A stalemate, neither of them pulled away and neither of them took the extra step.
"It's working," Felix said mildly impressed watching Peter and Emerald.
"Of course it is." The shadow said softly shielding his presence from Malcolm and observing like the lost boy below him.
"I always thought this sort of thing was just a rumor. I mean soul mate? Seems stupider than love at first sight," Felix huffed.
"You should really try believing in the thing that can save you. In the end it will be the only thing that will save Neverland."
"You've told me," his eyes not leaving the odd couple in front of him. He raised his eyebrows when they kissed. He didn't know the girl, but she seemed like a good girl and Pan was always the bad boy apparently opposites do attract. He thought to himself. "What if she doesn't save him?" He asked when she pulled away from Pan. He glanced up at where the shadow was after they Pan led the way back to camp, the girl following reluctantly a look of disgust on her face, but the shadow was gone. He sighed and shook his head walking back to camp.
Emerald's POV
His eyes seemed too deep. I stared into them trying to find where the pools of green would end. Then as if it were a reflex I leaned forward and kissed him. Warmth expanded throughout me and I slowly moved my hands up so they were draped over his shoulders and he moved one of his to my waist and the other hand fisted my hair holding us together. It felt perfect as if we were two puzzle pieces fitted together perfectly. Then I remembered this was the nefarious bastard that locked kidnapped a little girl and had a guy passed out in a cage above my head.
"Why?" I asked puling away my voice wavering, aching to kiss him again.
"Be a bit more specific Em." He mumbled looking down at me. Don't get me wrong I love being a short tall person but times like these I'd rather I was tall enough so I didn't have to look up. I pushed against his chest when he didn't let me go, his arms locked around me.
"You know what," I said glaring at him. His eyes darkened to the point where you wondered if the irises disappeared. He opened his mouth as if he was going to retort but then turned around and strided off in a seemingly random direction. "Seriously?" I ask flabbergasted my arms falling to my sides before stomping after him. I can't believe I kissed him. I mean I just figured out he kidnaps people for a living and I am not the first one.
I reach camp and look at the lost boys. I see Peter across the clearing and narrow my eyes as he pulls out a pan pipe. His eyes scan the camp stopping on me as he raises the pipe to his mouth and starts to play. The music is sorrowful and happy at the same time. It's beautiful and rough, both old and new, ugly and sad, otherworldly. The boys immediately drop what they were doing and begin dancing around the fire. I feel myself wanting to join them, but I don't need to. I'm already in a dance with the devil and he's leading me across this island of a ballroom full speed.
I watch the boys my eyes catching the form I know as Peter's and one other one. The form seems familiar but I never get a good enough look as to see who it is. I stick my leg out as the familiar form nears me and gasp in mock horror as he trips.
"Fuck," a cuss came from him. I was helping him up in an instant, the first modern swear word I've heard in a while from someone else's mouth. The guy glances up at me and my heart stops. I yank my hand away and tear my eyes off the shaggy brown haired guy that was my best friend. New hair but same guy. Then I turn around and run.
I run until I don't notice the pain. I don't stop when my lungs ache for air or when I think I twisted my ankle or did something causing every step I take to throb. I almost don't stop when I see the cliff in front of me, but I do, but probably only because there's an ocean below me. I take a step back from the edge. But then I step forward again and sit down letting my feet dangle off the edge.
"Em let me explain," a voice pleaded from behind me.
"Explain all you want Eric, I won't listen," I say sharply standing up and passing him a shudder running through me when I see him in lost boy attire.
"You will Em because you want a mitigation."
"Oh there we go using our big boy words, congratulations. I should throw you off this cliff you know that right? It's what I would've done two years ago. But I got over it a long time ago." I said looking out towards the cliff and at Eric's brown eyes when he turned and looked at me.
"You've changed," he acknowledged looking me over. I smile bitterly at this statement, at it's lie.
"I haven't changed at all," and then I kicked him hard in the groin and grabbed his arm pulling him to a thin tree and tying his sleeves together so he couldn't come chasing after me, at least for a little bit. I ran for another long while before stopping and leaning forward against a tree. I bite my lip and follow my instinct to start climbing. I'm barely out of sight when two figures step into the clearing below me, Felix and Peter.
"Half hour in that direction tied to a tree," Peter's voice echoes from below me. I see Felix nod and follow Peter's finger with his club swung over his back. Without hesitating I swing down and land on Peter knocking him to the ground leaving me thankful for adrenaline rushes. "Hello love nice to have you back," he said smirking up at me. He quickly spun us so I was the one lying against the ground. "Did you meet John?" I looked away refusing to meet his eyes. We're quiet for a minute until Peter sighs and gets off of me and offers a hand up. I eye it warily but take it when Peter raises an eyebrow. He may be an evil mastermind but he is too damn hot to refuse when he's being all gentleman-like. I try pulling my hand away once I'm up but he doesn't let go until we're all of a sudden back at camp. "Come on love time for some fun," he says catching a sword one of the lost boys threw at him by the handle.