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Creeeeaaaaak.... The noise was so eerie, my eyes shot open the second it sounded. I lie still, daring not to move.

"Little girl... Come here, little girl..." An eerie voice said. I froze stiff, ceasing my breathing. "You cannot run, little girl... I know you're in here..."

Against my control, I began to shake. Don't get scared! the toughness in me snapped. If you show fear, it'll only urge them on.

"Here, girlie..." The voice of the ape-man who jumped me in the alley.

"Bring it, squirt! You're not so tough..." Biggy's voice snapped.

"Why do you even bother trying to live? You might as well just let them kill you, since you have no life..." Red's voice scoffed.

"Back down, you won't win anyway. You never win!" Goldilock's voice said, laughing evilly.

"You're nothing but trouble! A bad influence! Pin would never love you...!" Jiminy Cricket's voice yelled, angrily.

I covered my head with my pillow, trying to drain out all the voices that rang in my head. Go away! Leave me alone! I screamed at them inside my head.

"Little girl..." That unfamiliar, sinister voice hissed. I sat up and screamed. A pair of yellow, glowing eyes glared at me, and then---

"Hey, Sky! Pull some weight, will ya?!" A gruff voice yelled, jolting me awake. "Sleeping on the job again, eh? Get back to work, you worthless son of a bitch!"

I shook my head, trying to erase the horrid dream from my head. It had been four years since I had left Fairytale Land, and I haven't been getting much rest since then... Especially where I worked. "Sure thing, Pedro." I muttered, getting up off of a crate I was lying on and grabbing a mop.

The first--- and only--- job I had found once I entered a new town was working on a boat as a cabin boy.

Yes, I said 'boy'. I had used my pocket knife to chop off my long, blonde hair. And, thank God, I was born with a flat chest and tiny butt, so I easily pulled off the appearance. The only problem was that I had to train my voice to sound manly, but after practicing a few times, I got it down.

I almost forgot I was a girl sometimes. "Hurry up with that bucket, Sky!" Pedro, captain of the ship, yelled.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it!" I yelled in a boyish voice. As I mopped, the rest of the crew came out.

There were six men aboard: Sly, Tubs, Rodd and Todd, Gunther, and Rascal. Sly was the blonde-haired, sneaky guy-- the kind of guy you wouldn't want to challenge to a game of poker. People call him 'Fox'; Tubs was the brown-haired, tall fat guy, but a tough guy you don't want to tangle with (trust me, I should know). People call him 'Bear'; Rodd and Todd are the red-head twins, who always talk in unison, and often raid through everyone's things (luckily, I hid mine). People call them the 'Raccoon Twins'; Gunther is the one with buck-teeth and funny horse-laugh, tall and lanky with longer blonde hair and big ears. People call him 'Rabbit'.; and Rascal was the youngest one, about three years younger than me, and he had black hair with a line running down the middle of it. People call him Skunk.

And they all called me 'Rat', and that officially made me a member of the crew. "Until we agree on a nickname for you, are you part of our ship," Pedro once told me when I started working.

I got my nickname by tricking them into doing my work. I pulled a Tom Sawyer and pretending to enjoy working, dancing as I mopped the deck. They laughed at me at first, but with each passing hour, they began to join in. Soon, they were all mopping... and I was sitting on a barrel, watching. Sly was the first to notice. "Hey, wait a minute!" he had shouted. "You tricked us!"

"Hey, you finally figured it out!" I had said.

"You're such a rat!" Tubs had sneered.

"Rat!" They all had jeered.

"Well, it looks like you've given our new member a name at last," Pedro had declared, grinning.

...But, nowadays, we didn't get to have as much fun as we used to, and Pedro had stopped grinning. Now, we worked our butts off, and I had to keep out of everyone's way whenever they were in a bad mood.

Like today.

"What are you looking at, twig?" Tubs snarled, pushing me roughly to the side... and into Gunther.

"Hey, watch it!" Gunther responded, pushing me into the Rodd and Todd.

"Move it, butthead!" The Raccoon Twins said together, pushing me against a barrel.

"Afternoon to you, too, guys." I said sarcastically, glowering at all of them.

The only one who didn't say anything nasty to me was Rascal, but that was only because he couldn't really talk. He spoke with his expressions, and the anger on his face made it clear that he was pissed off right now, just like the others.

Why?

Maybe it was because our dictator of a captain had been-- actually, is in a bad mood, and it's been going on for a week, and becoming contagious. Now, instead of, "Morning, lads." it was, "Get to work, you sorry sons of bitches!"

What made him so angry all of a sudden, I didn't know. I just kept mopping the deck as the others loaded barrels and crates from the dock onto the boat.

Though, I found out the answer, when I walked by his room that night, and heard him talking. "Gotta get back... gotta get back..." he seemed to be saying--- or pleading, it sounded like.

I peeked in, seeing him leaning over a map, looking at a compass. "Gotta get back... must find the second star... must get back my youth... must... find..." he then collapsed on his desk.

"Captain!" I gasped, rushing in. I grabbed his shoulders and leaned him back into his chair. He was a tall, muscular man with reddish-brown hair... Why I'm describing him now, I have no idea. "Captain, are you alright?"

"Never..." he moaned.

"Never? What do you mean never? Should I get a doctor..."

"...land. Must find... Neverland."

I just about lost my lunch, now realizing everything: The nicknames, the jokes... The crew was really the Lost Boys...

...And Pedro was really... Oh, my Godmother!

"Peter Pan?!" I almost screamed. I thought I was OUT of Fairytale Land!

Just then, I felt lighter. I ran out, noticing the ship was floating... and pixie dust was falling down on us. I looked up and saw Tinkerbell. "Oh, you've GOT to be shitting me!" I yelled.

"Well, well... It's about time I found you." I turned around and gasped. Standing before me was a man with a black beard and hook on his hand... Oh, for the love of crud! I thought in disbelief.

I blacked out as Captain Hook grabbed me by the throat, his eyes glowing yellow---

I screamed.

"Hey, Sky! Wake up!" A tender voice whispered as a hand shook me awake. "Wake up, you're having a nightmare!"

I jolted awake. It was all another crazy dream? I thought with relief. "Oh, man..." I sighed, wiping sweat from my forehead.

Apparently, I had a dream that I was still in Fairytale Land. Again.

Yeah, it wasn't the FIRST dream I had. It all happened each night: I'd fall asleep, have a nightmare, dream that someone woke me up, and that I realized I was still in Fairytale Land and tell you guys some story about my encounter with some Fairtytale characters.

...Sorry to get your hopes up with the false story, earlier.

But one thing each of my dreams had in common was someone staring at me with bright, yellow eyes.

"You okay, Sky?" The boy who shook me awake asked. His name was Bobby. He was six years old. I lived in a boarding house with him and his family, paying $200 in rent each month. It was a fairly good deal.

"Yeah, just another Fairytale nightmare," I replied.

"Was it the one with the pumpkin and glass shoes again?"

I shook my head. "Nope, this one was about Peter Pan."

Bobby grinned an elfish grin. "Peter Pan? I love that story! Will you tell me it?"

...Another thing my dreams had in common was that Bobby loved to hear them. He was a huge Fairytale Fan... Gosh, I hope he won't be one when he's a teenager. He had poofy blonde hair and big blue eyes, that always looked like Bambi's, wide with pleading. ...Damn, I hate those kinds of eyes...

...Especially when he was pleading. "Please, tell me it, Sky! Please??"

About the whole 'Sky' deal... I used part of my large name (the 'sky' part of it, duh) as an alias, so I could stay hidden.

"Oh, fine." I sighed, giving in to Bobby's wide-eyed begging. I told him my dream about waking up on a ship that belonged to Peter Pan, and that he was grown up and trying to get back to Neverland so he could become a kid again (I left out the part about the swearing and brutality from the crew). "...And all of a sudden, Captain Hook appeared."

Bobby's eyes were wide with excitement. "Then what happened??"

"Then... You woke me up."

He snapped his fingers. "Darn it!"

I stretched and yawned. "Alright, kiddo. Back to your room. Story time's over."

"Aw..." he began to leave. "Hey, will you tell me another story, tomorrow?"

I sighed and shrugged. "Sure, whatever."

He smiled and ran out, giddy to fall back asleep just so he would wake up for me to tell him another story. ...I had to admit, I admired his eagerness.

I fell back to sleep, hearing taunting voices of my enemies. Shut up. I mentally snapped at them, and they stopped, letting me drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

I loved that kind of sleep.

A/N: Wow, four years! Next Chapter: Blu will find out all she missed since then ;)