Sorry, haven't updated in a while. I had a lot of fun writing the first part of this chapter. I happened to have about five songs stuck in my head when I was writing it. So I hope you enjoy it, please review and be honest, how many of the songs did you sing? And without further interruption from me, your chapter.
I couldn't see any pathways leading anywhere else. I was on a big ledge sticking out into a big abyss warily I took a step back noticing how loud my footsteps were. Then being the crazy person I am I said hello to the empty cavern just to hear the echo. When the sound came bouncing back the ledge I was on began shaking. I fell to my knees and the ledge broke off from the edge of the abyss moving to the center.
"Holy shit," I said under my breath no longer interested in the echo as I clung to the rocky ground of the the small piece of land I was now marooned on. After what seemed like an hour of nothing interesting whatsoever I took advantage of the echo cavern as I decided to call it and started singing.
"Steve walks wearily down the street his brim pulled way down low. Ain't now sound but the sound of his feet machine guns are ready to go. Are you ready? Are you ready for this? Are you sitting on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat. Yeah, bum bum bum, another one bites the dust, bum bum bum, another one bites the dust.
"'Cause a drop in the ocean a change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together it's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert but I'm holding you closer than most, cause you are my. Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore, no, no, heaven doesn't seem far away.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight not a foot print to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like, I'm the queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried. Don't let them in don't let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know. Well now they know. Let it go, let it go. Can't hold it back anymore. Let it go, let it go. Turn away and slam the door.
"Now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit right to the top. Don't hold back. Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check. I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town. 'cause after all this city never sleeps at night.
"Written on these walls are the stories that I can't explain. Leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days. Told me in the morning you don't feel the same about us in your bones. It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone."
I then laid down on my back my feet dangling off the edge tired of singing and waiting for the stupid rock island to move back.
"Help! Anyone bored and need a damsel in distress to save? I'm not going anywhere. Help!" I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody, I continued in my head instead of searching for another way out like I should've been doing. "Won't you please help me?" I added allowed skipping parts of the song. Then I moved away from the Beatles and started humming Fallout Boy, then some Imaginary Dragons, some more Queen. Music is my life I sang replacing the words to Everybody Talks in my head. I lay there singing or humming to myself for maybe another hour before I just fell asleep.
I opened my eyes and was aware of three things. One I was handcuffed to the post of a bed. Two, I was in a tree house and three a one direction song was stuck in my head, at least it wasn't what makes you beautiful. I managed to sit up and looked around the room. Then Felix walked in.
"Why am I handcuffed?" I asked before he could react to anything.
"Easier to keep you from running." He answered with a shrug. "Pan will be glad to know you're awake."
"Cool can I please get out of the hand cuffs?"
"Nope," the lost boy said amusement plastered all over his face.
"Come on I even said please."
"And I said no."
"Okay then, how about you sit down and rethink your answer then come up with the right one and let me out."
"Nope."
"Why are you here then?"
"Pan wants me to make sure you don't do anything stupid until he gets back."
"Define stupid."
"Try to escape managing to harm yourself in the process."
"Sounds like me," I sighed lying back down. "So lost boy, you and Alex?"
"Just because I haven't harmed you in some way yet does not mean we're friends."
"You are the strangest lost boy ever." I say with a sigh.
"And why is that?" he said after a few moments of silence. I smiled and turned my head to look at him where he was leaning on the wall near the door.
"Because you've been found."
"Care to elaborate?" He asked a moment later once he realized I didn't feel like explaining myself. Then a little boy poked his head in and told Felix he could let me out. I smiled when I was no longer attached to the bed and rubbed my wrist.
"I'm going to let you figure that out all by yourself. You know I'm right though." I said getting up and walking to the door. "Have fun with that lost boy." I called back in an empty voice.
"Oh stop antagonizing each other," Peter said lazily.
"Okay Mom," I say sarcastically walking past him.
"You have a poor attitude," he said.
"I try," I say grabbing a stick and poking the fire with it kneeling down. I love fire, it's fun.
"Has anyone ever taught you not to play with fire?" Peter asked I ignored him and smiled when the stick I was holding caught a flame.
"They tried, I never listened," I said absently pulling out my little torch and looking at the small fire at the end. But Peter was a douche and blew it out. I scowled at him and put the stick back in the fire intent on restarting my torch. But Peter grabbed my elbow and forced me to my feet.
"Boys, I just realized something," Peter said and immediately they all stopped what they were doing and looked at their leader. "We never properly welcomed our dear Emerald to Neverland."
"Is this the part where you all break out singing some stupid Disney song? Because if it is I need to go bury myself alive."
"No need darling, I think you'll like this song." Peter said pulling out a set of pan pipes and raising them to his lips. The melody was in no way pleasing. I wanted to rip off my ears, through them in the fire and then follow them.
"Oh please just stop, stop you tone deaf demon!" I screamed yanking the pipes from his hands and throwing them away. Only then did I notice the lost boys were dancing wildly, all except for Felix and Alex, who was walking over to us.
"Interesting," was all Peter said cocking his head to the side and observing me.
"I'll make you a deal, I won't play with fire if you don't touch those pan pipes. Deal?" He shook his head a cocky grin on his face. I just shook my head angrily and stormed away to the edge of camp.
3rd person POV
"What was that about?" Alex asked her brother watching Emerald stomp away.
He smiled a devil smile and looked away from the girl and at his sister. "She heard the pipes, but not the magic."
"And that matters why?"
"I don't know, she heard them but she didn't hear them."
"Not to point out the obvious but you aren't making sense. She could hear them because she's lost, she just couldn't hear the magic because w=she knows she hasn't been abandoned. That's my theory. Oh and judging by her reaction, I'm guessing you actually suck at playing the pipes," Alex said.
Peter stood there silent for a moment. He looked across the camp at Felix and nodded in Emerald's direction. The lost boy looked, and glanced back at his leader with a nod as he went over to the girl who was studying the rowdy lost boys. "How's our friends?" Peter ended up asking instead of commenting on his sister's statement.
"Ready to attack, I got a present for you," Alex said holding out a box with a red gem on top. "The dark one has the fake," she added.
"Good," Peter said watching Felix and Emerald interact.
"What up lost boy?" Emerald asked the approaching Felix.
"What kind of question is that?" Felix asked confused, newer lost boys had tried to explain it once but he never understood.
"Slang for, how are you? What's going on in your life? In this case however it means how in hell are you lost boys able to stand such horrible music without a, ripping your hair out, b, burning yourself alive, or c, shutting him up with good old fashioned duck tape?" She said sarcastically.
"So you heard the pipes," Felix knew exactly what information his leader wanted.
"You say it like you didn't. Do you have earplugs or something? Can I borrow a pair whenever he decides to give another concert?"
"You see, only certain kids can hear it. Ones that feel abandoned, or lost in a sense," Felix stopped seeing the smile growing on the girl's face.
"You can't hear them lost boy," she said gleefully. "Oh what a world you live in, the only place you belong is where you don't."
"And that makes sense how?" he asked not noticing how off topic they were going.
"I'll tell you lost boy, but you will owe me a favor, deal?" She asked raising an eye brow.
"As long as it doesn't get me in trouble."
"I probably won't cash it in anyways." She said with a sigh before continuing. "Do you love Alex?"
Felix blinked the question caught him off guard. "Yes of course," he said right away without a doubt.
"And I'd wager any chance of me leaving this island that she loves you too therefore lost boy, you've been found. Technically, you aren't a lost boy. You've found your place next to Peter and with Alex. But that means you have to be lost to be in your place. How can you be lost and found at the same time? It'd give me quite the headache," she said and he thought over her words each one true.
"Why can you hear the pipes?" He asked remembering what he was supposed to be doing.
"I'm an orphan, duh. My best friend Eric abandoned me, my other best friend died, maybe at the hands of my adopted father, my parents got divorced, dad wants nothing to do with me and mom jumped ship a few years ago. My life sucks, I've learned to count on myself, I'm just as lost as everyone else here, however that doesn't make me belong."
"Well thanks for the chat," the lost boy said retreating with his information.
"Any time lost boy, any time."
Felix walked into the woods knowing either Pan or the shadow would find him. It was the shadow.
"It's her," Felix said confidently. "What's our next move?"
"They get Henry back," the shadow's voice echoed through Felix's head.
"And how will they do that? Peter Pan never fails," Felix stated.
"But Malcolm does," with that the shadow took off, Felix leaned against a tree and examined his club, pretending that he was just waiting for his leader to make an appearance.