Hook took me to the shore of the Island, with nothing but my satchel, a vial for the dust and a flask of water. My only instructions were to distract Pan for enough time to retrieve the dust and meet back on the shore at Sun rise. It was up to me to get the dust and my only weapons were my mind and my body, but somehow I knew that that was all I needed to get what I wanted.

I set off on foot, into the lush green forest. I briefly considered going straight to the thinking tree, till I remembered I had to get Peter out of the way, first. I thought of seeking him out of the campsite, but again decided against it. I knew where I had to go and I knew what I had to do. I took off towards our cave to prepare myself for the task ahead.

The cave was a long distance away, and by the time I had reached the ladder, night was beginning to fall. I steadily climbed each rung to return to my lace covered bedroom. I searched for matches and found on inside a locker. Striking it against the coarse stone wall, the head burst into a scarlet flame, which I used to light the room with the glowing blaze of the oil lamps.

I stripped down to nothing and climbed under the cover and waited for Peter. I waited for some time, throughout which I drifted in and out of sleep. The sun had long set and stars scattered over the sky when I decided Peter would never come. I had lost all hope when I stood up, wrapping the blanked over my bare body and descended the ladder.

I walked barefoot through the forest for a small while, hearing the dry leaves crunch between my toes. I took the fresh air in through my nose, so the cold night air lingered in my nostrils and down into my lungs. I stayed there for a few moments, just breathing in the night air. I felt free under the stars. I wished I could stay there forever, but there was a mission lain down before me and I had to play my role. Taking in my last cold breath, I ascended the ladder as I retired to the cave.

I climbed onto the bed and only when I had settled did I hear his voice ring through the cavern. "Looking for me?" Peter stepped out from behind a lace curtain and into the light of the oil lamp.

I pulled the covers up to my nose, only smiling with my eyes. I didn't want to say anything, for fear I would give my cover away, but my response seemed to be enough, as he began to shed his clothes. He stood with nothing but his underclothes hanging from his hips. He moved towards me and knelt on the bed, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder.

I looked gingerly into his green eyes and his gaze locked with mine. His grip on my shoulder began to tighten. He flipped me over so I was on my front, His fist clenching my curls and pulling my head back. I moaned in agony. He must have known my plan, as he was now about to punish me.

"Please don't." I whimpered. He placed a hand on the small of my back and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Little girls who run away must get punished." I didn't know what to expect next, but he snaked the hand on my back up onto my shoulder and released my hair to hook it around and place a hand on my stomach.

Rather than abusing me, he entered me from behind. The fit was tight and uncomfortable, but as Peter began Peter began to thrust, my back dropped and I loosened up. Perhaps this wasn't the end. I could still get away with enacting Hooks scheme, but I would have to be quick about it.

I had no desire for being beneath Peter in this way. I felt useless and abused, but I couldn't show it. I moaned to fake my pleasure and he began to thrust harder and faster. Bit my lip, tears beginning to pool in my eyes at the discomfort but I blinked the back. I lurched forward with each movement, but the session was coming to a close end.

Peter dug his nails into my skin as he emptied himself into me. I glanced over my shoulder and his head was thrown back in ecstasy and it almost made me shiver to see him taking me this way but I had to bear with it. I moaned and shook my body, trying my best to fake an orgasm, but I feared it wouldn't be believable. Peter collapsed onto the bed, his head bouncing against the pillow.

I knelt on the covers and looked into the corner. I thought of the task set out ahead. I looked over at Peter. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving as he caught his breath. Could I really betray him? I thought I was in love with Peter, but did I even know what love was? Did I even know who Peter was?

I lay my head down on Peter's chest and traced the silhouette of his face with my fingertips. He looked so peaceful and perfect. His whole body was so ideal, like if had been carved from the purist marble by the most skilled of sculptors. I didn't sleep at all that night, but marvelled at Peter's beauty, till I was certain he had fallen into a deep sleep. At that time, I got dressed and stole away into the night.

I ran through the forest, as fast as I could, not taking the risk of looking over my shoulder, as I didn't want to lose speed for fear of being caught. I didn't stop running till I reached the tree, and only then did I start to climb. Scaling the tree was a task in its self. Most of the lower branches had been cut, so finding a footing was not the easiest of jobs. Any nub or notch in the bark I utilised to my advantage. Once I reached the branches, I was able to move much faster. By the time I reached the fruits of the tree, it was almost dawn. I plucked two flowers from the nearest branch. I emptied the dust of one into the vial and tossed the petals aside. As for the second, I spilled my flasks contents down along the trunk of the tree, and then sprinkled the dust into my canteen and stored it in my satchel. I then began to descend.

Climbing down had been much harder than getting up, but time was of the essence. By the position of the sun in the sky, I knew I should already be back at the shore, and Peter had probably awoken by now, so there was a high chance I already had lost boys hot on my trail.

I sprinted in the direction of the ocean and ran along the sand till I reached the spot I had said that I would meet hook, and surely enough, he was there.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." I panted as I tried to catch my breath. "Where is the dust?" Somehow, I managed to muster up enough breath to speak.

"Who sent me the satchel?" I choked. I needed to know an I wasn't at liberty to hand anything over till I knew I was getting solid information.

"Show me the dust." He commanded. "I won't tell you anything till I know you have fulfilled your duty." I retrieved the vial from my satchel and shook its contents. He reached for it, but I pulled away.

"Information first." I ordered. The look on his face as I took a stand for myself was some sort of strange pride. He opened his mouth to speak, but we were interrupted suddenly.

"Nobody is getting anything." Peter's voice rang throughout the air as he stepped out from behind a large boulder that sat in the sand.

"Hand me the Vial, M" Peter reached out his hand, palm up, beckoning me to obey and place the precious dust in his possession. My grasp tightened around the bottle. I didn't know who to listen to. My head told me to find the satchels sender and give it to hook, but my heart told me not to betray Peter, whom I had lain with only a few hours previously.

I glanced down at the little vessel which lay in my control. It began to glow from within the bottle. I didn't know how or why, but the brilliant light radiated from the dust and basked all that surrounded it with green light.

This was powerful and I didn't know how to yield it. I had to give it up, and I had to be quick about it. Without dwelling on the subject, I placed into his hand