Oh! The Joys of Peter Pan, where everything is a game. Even the most dangerous things...God I love danger. Don't you? Sorry for the late update. :P I've been involved in certain situations...that I got myself into. Be happy your life is simple. -_-

On a good side... :3 ahaha I kissed someone today...just one of those highlight moments of your life.

I don't own Once Upon a Time.

Warning: Swearing, strange situations, craziness...?

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 5- First Target Practice

"You're back!" Cry Baby called, running right up to me. He threw his arms around my waist, his head resting on my stomach. He was so short; it was cute. Yet...

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at the small boy, looking down at him. "You're not scared of me?" I questioned, cautiously. I mean, I thought I'd scared the Lost Boys into hating me.

"No! What you did was pretty cool!" He smiled. Wait...yelling at him was 'pretty cool'? "I wish I could do that!" He smiled brightly.

I was officially confused...I looked at Peter for help. He only smirked his stupid, evil...you know what? I don't care anymore. He just smirked his smirk.

"Come on! Let's watch the others in Target Practice!" Cry Baby took hold of my hand, pulling me towards the others boys, who were 'playing Target Practice'. I was a bit surprised at Cry Baby's strength, especially for someone his age. Then again...I was weak.

Peter followed behind us, that smirk ever present on his face.

"Aren't you a little too young to be playing with a bow and arrow?" I asked, looking down at the little boy.

He smiled. "I do what I want." I only rolled my eyes.

When I came forward, some of the Lost Boys stepped away from me in fear. Others looked and then turned back to the Target Practice.

However, my heart beat picked up when I saw what exactly 'Target Practice' was.

There stood Rufio, against a tree with an apple above his head. He had a relaxed smirk on his face. Felix stood not that far from him with a cross bow in hand, ready to shoot. "What are you doing!?" I shouted into the crowd, getting worked up. "You could kill him! Stop!" I moved forward, marching right up to Felix.

"Relax, I've done this millions of times before." Felix rolled his eyes, then turned to focus on his target.

"I don't care how many times you've done this! You could easily slip and kill him!" I reached out to pull the cross bow from him but Peter took hold of my wrist with a tight grip. He then pulled me to him.

"Just watch." He chuckled darkly, clutching me in his grip. I actually wanted to avert my eyes. I didn't want to see a boy be shot in the face with an arrow! Yet I found that I couldn't look away...I was too concerned with the outcome.

Felix took a deep breath and released it. He pulled the trigger. The arrow flew through the air.

The apple squirted juice all over Rufio's head, now stuck to the tree with an arrow right through it.

I sighed with relief, leaning against Peter's chest while the rest of the Lost Boys cheered.

Felix smirked, turned to me and winked. "What did I tell you?" He asked.

Rufio reached up and tore the arrow and the apple from the tree. He then split the apple in two, keeping one to himself while offering me the other piece. I refused, but said thank you either way.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" He asked, biting into the apple. The juice ran down his chin as she flashed his white teeth at me.

"Sure it was..." I mumbled, rolling my yes.

"Hey, did you find yourself a nickname yet?" He asked.

Peter answered for me, a chuckle rising from his throat. "As a matter of fact, I gave her one. Her name is 'Beautiful' now." He leaned even closer to my ear, his cool breath washing over me again. I had to blink and hold my breath to pull myself together.

"Wait a minute. My real name is actually Lexi." I answered, glaring at the boy holding me. "I just didn't want you to call me by my real name." I explained. Peter frowned, as though he were hurt by my honest words. However, I was smarter. I could tell that the frown didn't reach his eyes. He didn't really care.

"Then Beautiful it is!" Rufio shouted, gaining the attention of the others. They grinned in response.

Well, isn't this just great? Now I have a stupid and cheesy nickname.

Then Peter leaned in even closer to me. "Now, to celebrate your new name..." The pushed me forward, from his arms. "...why don't you play a little Target Practice?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

I looked up at him in sheer terror. My body froze up and I started to shake.

"Are you serious?" I looked him over and found that he was. "Uh, no. You're crazy! I've never shoot an arrow in my life!" I reasoned with him.

He bent over to pick up the cross bow. "All the more reason to have you try it." He thrust the cross bow into my arms. "Don't worry, you won't miss...unless you want to kill the boy." Then he turned around. "Hey Cry Baby! Why don't you balance the apple for Beautiful?" Cry Baby ran forward, a bright smile plaster on his face.

My heart gave a dead thump.

No...

No, I couldn't.

If I shot and missed...I'd never forgive myself.

I'd kill Cry Baby.

I dropped the the cross bow. "No, this is sick! I won't do it!"

Peter growled at me. Before I knew it, he was in my personal space again, glaring down at me. "You'll do it if I say you will." His voice sounded so evil...so terrifying. I gulped, stepping away from him to pick up the cross bow.

I watched as Peter stepped back into the crowd of Lost Boys, while Cry Baby stood against the tree with an apple over his head. The rest of the Lost Boys gathered around, most likely waiting to see me fail.

"Don't worry Beautiful! You won't miss! You just got to believe!" He called, his bright smile painful to see.

As I looked up, I saw the second star to the right.

"Please." I begged, wiping my tears away. "Please, just come take me away. Please."

I took a deep breath, gripping the action figure tightly once more. "I believe..." I weakly called out into the sky, with what little hope I had left.

I gasped at the sudden memory. Such sorrow in those words...yet such little hope. But the hope was still there.

I swallowed thickly and picked up an arrow and placed it on the cross bow.

I bit my lip, nervous. I'd never done anything as stupid and reckless as this before.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves.

It didn't help at all, for all I felt was Peter's lingering touch against my skin.

That asshole was the one making me do this...

...I'd show him.

My eyes snapped open, a new determination taking place on my face.

I inhaled, aiming the bow at my target.

I exhaled, my worries now gone. At the same time, I pulled the trigger.

The arrow flew through the air.

And the apple split right in half.

One half flew towards Peter, the other half right towards me.

I reached up with one hand and caught it with a firm grip. All was silent as I smiled, bringing the apple down to my lips.

For a moment, I savored life. I savored the feel of the situation. I had never done something like this before, so I had no idea how I had acquired such luck. Or maybe it wasn't luck...just some hidden talent?

I realized something; I didn't care. I just liked what I did. And I wasn't going to question how I did it.

I took a bite of the apple, letting the sweet juice rush over my tongue. "Who knew I had it in me?" I asked, innocently, while looking over at Peter. A small smirk tugged at my lips, the same kind of smirk Peter always wore.

And then the Lost Boys went wild.

They all cheered for my successful first shot. Some hooted and hollered. Some jumped up and down or did a strange little dance.

Cry Baby rushed forward from the tree and hugged me around the waist, a bright smile lighting his face up.

Only Peter and I stood still, staring at one another.

I'd never felt so alive! It was good to feel exhilarated. To do something as dangerous as this and find that I was good at it. I'd barely even blinked when the arrow shot from the cross bow! And the arrow didn't miss. If this was what it felt like every time I did something edgy and dangerous...I'd be more willing to do it everyday.

Peter seemed to be the only one who noticed the sudden life and excitement in my eyes.

For he was the only other one that got a different, very unique and sick thrill out of dangerous things.

Like I just had.

YUSH! I personally like this chapter.

Either way, what do you think? Find it strange that Beautiful (Lexi, as she prefers it when it's not Peter) has a knack for shooting arrows and hitting the target straight on?

Find it strange she likes the thrill of danger?

Leave a review to tell me what you think!

KagomeNarome OUT!~