"Don't play with knives children. They're sharp and dangerous," I said snarkily feeling stronger and really wanting to kill Eric right now.
"That's the point. Have you ever held a sword before?" Peter said in his annoyingly hot accent.
"Not a real one. I grew up in Syracuse New York, the only weapon I ever really came across was my hockey stick," I said feeling strangely defensive.
"Well that's got to change, Neverland will eat you alive." He said smirking looking me over while I glared at him not caring that he had a sword pointed at my throat. He raised an eyebrow, "scared?"
"No not really. If you wanted me dead I think that's what I'd be by now, or at least not in the perfect condition that I'm in pretty boy. Besides you still have to get me that pizza and you can't do that if I'm dead," I say using my acting skills to throw a giant dose of boredom in my voice.
"True enough, however I don't feel like being one of Andy's superheroes he's always telling me about and coming to your rescue every time something happens. I'm a very busy boy, Emerald." He said putting a hand over his heart and dropping the sword to his side.
"Yeah, kidnapping people must be tough. I can imagine manipulating people is a bit hard too. Can't imagine what it's like to be manipulated though, oh wait I can." He ignored this and called out a lost boys name. He stepped forward, wait no, she, she stepped forward armed with a sword a hood shielding her face.
"Emerald meet Alex, Alex, Emerald. Alex, she is to remain in one piece." Peter said smirking at me and handing me the sword he was pointing at my throat a few moments ago.
"But that's no fun," she whined puling down her hood revealing curly brown hair distracting from a pretty face and intimidating silver eyes. I'd believe they were contacts if my own eyes weren't an impossible shade of emerald.
"You heard the princess no maiming today," I say sarcastically to the other girl, glaring at Peter who's smirk just grew bigger. I looked back at the girl to see the flash of a sword, I quickly raised mine and was surprised when I actually blocked the blow and returned one. I held back a laugh remembering when Eric and I bought Nerf swords and sparred with each other in my backyard, who knew it would ever come in handy. She narrowed her dark eyes at me probably wondering why in hell was I laughing at this. I shake my head and take a step back avoiding a swing taking two steps forward curving her sword around forcing her to drop it. I quickly move in front of her blocking her path to her sword and stepping on the hilt of the blade.
"Thought you said you've never used a sword before?" She asked raising an eyebrow a sense of deja-vu washing over me.
"Yeah and I haven't ever used a real one, only a Nerf sword." I said dismissing the deja-vu and picking the sword up off the ground.
"Very good. But not good enough, you're allowed to try this time Alex."
"I refuse to be your entertainment Peter Pan." I said just as Alex told Peter to train his own pets, I turned on her. "I'm no one's pet, and you, you can't train me like a dog."
"You're right Peter she is funny." Alex chirped.
"You might want to reconsider that statement love," Peter said darkly ignoring Alex's statement.
"Don't make me break your jaw and damage that pretty face Peter," I say glaring at him.
"You must be more careful what you say love," he said and I saw Alex roll her eyes and step back into the crowd of lost boys. Peter waved his hand and the sword Alex was using disappeared from my hand and reappeared in his. "Ready?" He said twirling the sword around his wrist.
"Wait, if I win you have to take me to my family and let me leave with them as soon as this is over."
"And if I win?"
"I don't know Peter what is it that you want?"
"How about a kiss?"
"What?" I said in surprise.
"You know when two lips pucker..."
"I know what a kiss is smarts. I win you take me to my family and leave me with them as soon as we finish this."
"And if I win you have to kiss me."
"If, if is fabulous," I said sarcastically. "123 go," I said quickly swinging a sword at him and pretending I knew what I was doing. Pretending the sword is a stick and I'm being attacked in some park by a mugger. It's actually quite entertaining especially when I start imagining it being Eric that I'm trying to dismember. But he's just playing with me I figure out once I swing my sword at his head and he ducks smiling, swinging his sword back at me. I deflect the blade and step past his guard raising my foot to kick him in the groin but he catches my foot. I swing my sword at his hand but he blocks the blade with his own. I swing my blade to the side taking his with it before hopping closer to him on one foot and elbowing him as I block one of his swings with my sword. He catches my elbow and drops my foot pulling me to him so my back is against his chest.
I swing my sword up and he blocks it by holding his sword in front of my neck. I think it would've looked like a cute couple picture if we didn't both have swords and looked like we wanted to kill each other.
"I believe I win," he whispered huskily in my ear.
"Drop dead," I said picking my foot up and kicking him in the groin with the heel of my boot. He doesn't flinch. Then my sword is gone and he has one arm wrapped around my waist the other holding a sword against my throat.
"As I said, I win," he said nodding to my sword which was floating in the air five feet away from us. My eyes narrow and I hear Peter say something to the lost boys but I'm too distracted to notice what it was. He grabbed my other hand and spun me around so that I was facing him just as close as we were before, maybe closer. If he wasn't the devil in disguise I would've happily melted into his arms, but he is so... "Why so sad love?"
"I have to kiss an evil mastermind," I said snarkily.
"At least he's hot."
"Don't flatter yourself," I said while my mind agreed with him. "Let's get this over with." I sighed before taking a step toward him anxious to get the stupid kiss behind me.
"Don't you want your present first?"
"What could I possibly want from you that you would actually give me?"
"Definitely not your freedom, you'd have to win that and let's face it, I won fair and square."
"Yeah magic is always fair," I said sarcastically.
"You never said I couldn't use magic, work on rules love. Sometimes they're helpful. Now turn around and close your eyes."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course not," he scoffed and I shook my head and behaved curious as to what he was up to. I winced as something cold hit my chest and a necklace settled around my neck. "Open your eyes." He commanded as he pulled my hair out of the chain. My hand went to my neck fingering the pendant on a slim silver chain. The pendant looked like an old clock puked up all it's insides. There were a bunch of tiny cogs arranged in a seemingly random way. I turned around the obvious question on my face.
"What's up with the clock insides?"
"You don't like it?" He asked with what seemed like hurt buried under the gorgeous accent and emotionless facial expression.
"No, honestly I love it. I've never seen anything like it. But most everything has a double meaning I'm wondering what the clock insides are about?"
"All in time love, all in time."
"Okay, so instead of talking about a necklace how about we talk about something else. Like what did you do to Regina's son?"
"I took his heart love."
"Okay so if you actually did take his heart, how would one get it back?" I asked curiously. You can't take someone's heart unless they mean figuratively.
"Go through me and the boys not to mention my new toy."
"What's that a crocodile that swallowed a clock?" I scoffed remembering one of my favorite childhood movies.
"Nope, she's about yeah tall, emerald eyes, pale skin, dark brown curly locks that are almost black, and a great kisser," he said circling me and looking me over.
"Very funny," I said stepping to my right and turning to face Peter meeting his mischievous eyes boldly.
"I'm confused I didn't tell a joke," he said grabbing my chin with a strong grip stopping me from pulling away. "Now how about that kiss?" He asked leaning down his breath fanning my face. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and leaned closer to him. I freezed less than half an inch between our lips.
"So am I just a new toy? Standing around for your amusement? A pawn in your games? Like Henry? What do you need from me Pan?" I asked my voice filled with malice as I pulled away his hands locking around my waist trapping me in his embrace. I sucked in a breath bracing myself for his answer. I don't know what I was worried about, he was a bad boy that probably did this to girls all the time. That Alex girl was probably one of the many, but stupid enough to stay, or smart enough to still be alive.
"Peter, my name is Peter." He said hardly, not answering my question. Then he crushed his lips to mine. I blinked caught off guard as he massaged my lips with his. I went limp in his arms hooking my arms around his neck twining one of my hands in his short curls, kissing him back with as much gentleness, or rather lack there of.
"Ahem? If you two are done sucking faces I would really enjoy a word, Peter?" Trilled a voice. I pulled away but Peter stayed with me continuing the kiss even we were both out of breath and is it just me or is making out with someone in front of someone else a little bit...awkward. I wasn't protesting though. I don't know why. I knew that he probably killed people before. I knew that the odds of me being nothing more than a pawn in his games were a million to one. But it didn't seem to matter. It didn't seem to matter that whoever was watching was probably ready to puke. It didn't matter that the guy I was kissing had my adopted brother passed out and locked in a cage somewhere.
What mattered was that his hand slid up and cupped my cheek before sliding into my hair and twirling his fingers into my wide curls. What mattered was the way his lips were gentle yet firm at the same time. I knew I was safe in his arms. I knew that in that moment nothing could hurt me. The weight I didn't realize I'd been carrying seemed to disappear if only to reappear when he pulled away resting his forehead against mine. He was breathing heavily his breath mingling with mine his eyes not leaving mine as he addressed the person I'd almost forgotten about.
"What Alex?" He said roughly.
"Felix said they caught a turkey. We know you love turkey and would want to know right away." She said absently, Peter's eyes flashed with something before his neutral facade was back. Why would Peter be worried about a turkey? Unless it wasn't really a turkey. I mean this looks more like a jungle than a forest where to my understanding turkeys live. Maybe Neal wasn't alone? What am I thinking of course he wasn't alone.
"So that means they're close?" I ask excitedly. "Or unnecessarily far away," I continue to muse breaking away from Peter and turning to study Alex's careful expression.
"Who?" She asks pretending to not know what I was talking about. I studied acting by studying people. Lying to me was very hard.
"Blonde doesn't suit you or you," I said nodding to each of them. "Storybrooke is here or at least nearby and when I say Storybrooke I mean it's inhabitants not the actual town I've gotten past that. Besides I'm no wildlife expert but this seems more like a jungle than a forest where I am led to believe turkey's live. Anyways why would you be so bothered by something on the menu if you're in the middle of a game, it seems a bit tedious. So what's your next move? Kidnap someone else? Tell them off? Offer them a deal? Play another game? You know what game I love?" I ask continuing before one of them can bother to answer. "Tag, it goes like this." With that I stepped back towards Peter tapping his shoulder and shouting the famous words before darting off into the jungle.
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