A/N: So, yeah team. There isn't very much left of this at all.

I hope you all enjoy this journey to the end, and stick with me. Thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you liked that last chapter!

Here's the next one for you! xx

- Dark themes -

Hurts

10 Years Ago

Felix could hear Ella's screams from down near the beach, as clear as if he had been inflicting the pain himself. But he wasn't, instead, Pan was making her talk.

Or attempting to.

Despite the scars across her body that had healed in the previous months, Pan was inflicting more. With her held to his wall by ropes, he drew sharp lines of blood across all the skin he could see, and even some he couldn't see.

But the only sounds he could draw from her were screams of agony and whimpers when the pain faded and he would heal her.

Only today, he didn't try and fix the mess he'd made of her body. And she was crying when he left her, her voice hoarse with screaming. Not that it really mattered, she wasn't going to speak.

Ella still maintained the hope that if she didn't speak, if she didn't tell Pan anything, he would kill her because of her uselessness. That was all that maintained her resolve to not speak through the pain lashing across her body with each breath she took. Ella didn't want to look down and see the purpling bruises or the crimson blood still flecked with a bronze sheen; remnants of Pan's endless torture.

And when Felix came upstairs like he did every evening, she saw the horror fling across his eyes as he took in her battered state. Quickly undoing the knots, Ella fell bonelessly towards the ground, gravity working against her. But Felix caught her before she hit it, and sat her down on the floor gently, eyes flickering in pain between all of her injuries. He was surprised when he felt her small hands gripping at the collar of his shirt.

"Felix," she almost whispered, looking up at him, searching his grey eyes with her dulled purple ones. She was nothing now. She had to die; she had to get out of there. Before Pan did it again; before he did something worse. And both of them knew that he would, however much they hoped and prayed against it. "Please. Please kill me."

Felix took in a deep breath before letting it out with a low groan in his voice, "I can't Ella. I can't work against him again. And I won't end your life. I can't kill –"

Her face hardened as she let go of him, shuffling back towards the wall as much as she could without harming herself further.

"You're just as bad as him," Ella said softly, but loathing spread across the words. She knew she wasn't angry with him, she was angry with Pan, but still, the words came across harshly. And as Felix stood up, Ella didn't even watch him go. From that point on, Ella and Felix never saw eye to eye.

And later that night, while Felix was halfway across the island, mulling Ella's words over in his head, he could have sworn he heard a voice on the wind, whispering into his ear, "You've done well, my love."

But he ignored it.

Just as he ignored the sinking feeling in his gut, he realised what Pan was doing with Ella as he sat there doing nothing.

Pan's fingers were grasping her wrists tightly. He was sick of her not answering his questions and if she wasn't going to tell him on his terms, then it was time for her to be of some use to him.

As he pushed her into the wall sharply, his body pressed firmly against hers, he healed her cuts. Pan wanted her brand new and fresh – innocent. But she was struggling, using her limited strength to try and attack him. But he hadn't exactly been giving her an abundance of food to live off. No, for the moment, he liked her just the way she was.

"No," Ella whimpered as she felt his hands on her waist, drifting lower. It was the first word she'd ever said to the boy. He was surprised by the strength of desperation in her voice, "Please – anything but this. I'll give you answers. I'll tell you everything about me."

"But why do I need to ask about you E?" Pan was staring at her with almost black eyes, completely unfeeling as he continued darkly, the stroking of his hand down her cheek making her let out a fearful moan as she struggled against his body, "When I can just take exactly what I want from you."

Her cries went unheard that night as Felix sat halfway across the island, gritting his teeth and clenching his nails into his palms, questioning once again, how his kind best friend, the most incredible and playful leader, had become this monster.

Peter Pan.

Present Day in Neverland

"Hurts, doesn't it Pan?"

Peter had been gifted with a long strip of red cutting across his chest. Dried blood was forming, but when Nevi flung leaves towards him and hundreds of miniature deep scratches dotted his arms, he let out a single cry before biting down on his tongue and slumping once more.

"I wonder what Ella felt when you did this to her?"

There it was. The emotional torture. The reminder of who he'd been and what he'd done. The one thing that could crush him further into the ground than any pain she could deal him.

Nevi saw the effect her words had and gave a cold laugh as she circled him. Ella had been a part of her plan all along; the slave who would always become more. Ella would make Pan believe he was a monster, then begin to let him feel something more so that Nevi could simply make him feel pain all over again - physical pain, and the pain of a guilty conscience.

"What do you want Nevi?" Pan murmured finally.

"It's simple isn't it love?" she said with wide and seemingly innocent eyes that darkened immeasurably as she said her next words. "I'm going to make you pay for what you've done."

Present Day in Shayan

Wendy was running as fast as she could through the port town's bustling hive of activity. She'd managed to catch a ride from a noblewoman passing through in a carriage and was currently speeding towards Tink's loft above the town jeweller's.

The young woman knocked loudly and heavily on the door, urgent in her need, but no answer came and so she began to wrestle with the door handle. Old and rusted, it let loose easily and she came bursting into the room to find Tinkerbell and Tom wrapped up in each other beneath the sheets, decidedly less than innocent sounds coming from the two of them.

Wendy covered her eyes in shock before turning around and coughing loudly to announce her presence.

"Wendy?!" The girl heard shuffling as Tink threw Tom off of her and pulled the sheet around her. "What's wrong? What are you doing back here? Ella said you'd run away with Pan."

"Someone took him, Tink," Wendy answered as Tink pulled her round by the shoulder, a sheet wrapped around her body like a dress. "Someone planted a false map in my room that led us to a portal and took Pan away. And we have no idea where the Neverfall Stone is."

"So, Pan's out of our lives," Tinkerbell shrugged. "I fail to see the downside."

"He was doing good Tink!" Wendy exclaimed. "He was better. So why would someone take him unless they meant him harm. Oh goodness, he could be anywhere! He could be dead, or tortured or…"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Wendy." Tom had his pants back on and was shrugging into his shirt as he came over to place a hand on Tink's shoulder. "You still have that leftover pixie dust, right?" Tink nodded almost imperceptibly. "Then surely we can use it to find Pan," Tom continued with a hesitant smile.

Tink bit her lip as she considered for a moment. But with both Tom's and Wendy's eyes looking at her with such honesty and pleading, she finally sighed.

"Fine then. Tom, grab me my bag. Wendy, let me put some clothes on. And then, so help me, we're going to go and fucking save Peter Pan."