Waking up I'm confused, why hasn't Pan found me yet?
Surely I should have been woken by now, it's nearly dark.
Looking around the camp I see the hammocks are empty, the Lost Boys are scattered around the floor.
"Oh my God." I think they're dead. Bending down I check the pulse of a few different boys and look over their bodies, alive and unharmed.
But why are they asleep like this? Surely they set up the hammocks, they'd use them?
For the second time in I have no idea how many days I felt a blade once more against my back, the temptation to throw myself back overwhelms but before I can a blonde woman comes into view, also holding a sword but now to my chest.
"Who are you?" She speaks quickly, making my anxiety rise and my name leave my head.
"My- I'm- Um-"
"Well?" A dark haired, stern looking woman comes and stands next to her.
This only scares me and I find myself with a trickle of blood rolling down my back, I've backed myself onto the sword, it's only a nick, no serious harm but it feels good, to have blood running again - to feel real.
"She's bleeding!" A male voice speaks from behind me and it's so close it must be the sword holder.
"I don't care. Where's my son?" The dark haired woman is in my face now, I'm trying not to lean back on to the sword in my back.
"I haven't seen your so-" I stumble, luckily avoiding the sword and end up lying on the floor, I pull a, now dry, plaster from my bra - strange I know but it's the only thing I'm always wearing, as I was taken in my pyjamas and transferred into boy's clothes - which surprisingly have no pockets - I have taken to keeping plasters in places they won't be taken.
I unwrap it, being as obvious as possible, letting them see what I'm doing and reaching round to touch my neck my hand comes away covered in blood.
Christ...
I've been going numb again.
"Do- Do you have any cloth? Something I can wipe it with so the plaster will stick?"
The dark haired woman bends down next to me and holds her hand over my neck, the next thing I know the trickle from my neck has stopped.
"That should have done it. Now, where is my son?"
"Who is your son?" I get a good look at all of them, they look like they've been through Hell. There's a blonde woman and a dark haired woman who appears to be dressed in a suit for some reason and two kind looking people who you can tell are a couple from just looking at them, the woman has a bow and arrow and the man a sword - apart from the woman in a suit they all look concerned. But then I see some movement and as I look round I see, "you."
"Hello love." The pirate who caught me on his boat, he was hiding in the shadows.
I jump up and start to run but before I know it I'm lying on the floor again, the man with the sword holding me face down. I try struggling but really, I know I won't succeed, there's far more of them than there are me.
"Where is my son?" The dark haired woman repeats this and I can't help but laugh, "what's so funny? I can tear your heart out in an instant."
"Go ahead." I smile. I don't care anymore, I don't find anything strange in this land. Unfortunately she takes my smiling as cockiness and goes to thrust her hand at my chest, the man with the sword jumps stops her hand, "No! This will not help find Henry." He helps me up and looks me in the eye, "please, we just want to find our grandson."
"Grandson? What did you knock her up when she was twelve or something?"
"Thank you," his girlfriend smiles cheerily, "what? She thinks I'm young."
"We just want to find Henry. He would have been new, possibly a prisoner." The man has started talking to me again.
"I'm sorry, I've only been here for a few days - I've slept most the time."
They all sigh.
"I'm sorry. He took me too, or a dark shadow thing did." I suddenly realise how crazy I sound, "I know that sounds stupid, I was probably just imagining things."
"No, we believe you. We've seen the shadow." The young woman approaches me, she has a kind face, "my name is Mary Margaret, what's yours?"
"I'm- I'm Fay, I'm sorry about your- your Henry."
"It's fine, we'll get him back. I'm David." The man with her puts his sword back in it's sheath, "sorry for holding you down but I kind of want my grandson back."
I nod.
"Why are you with him?" I point at the pirate.
"I am here as a friend to the family," he points to the group of people with him.
"Funny," the dark haired woman gives a severe smile, "where's his camp?"
"I don't know, I was pretty out of it when I turned up here yesterday, I just wandered into the camp and fell into a hammock. Peter... or Pan or whatever he'd walked me miles from the base and wanted me to shoot some... some little kid, or an apple on his head."
"That's an old test Pan'd do with new boys," Hook added, I have decided to name him that because well, he has a hook for a hand and I'm not feeling creative, I think the fact that I'm female was just passed over for now, we'd figure that out later.
"But I couldn't do it, at the last second I turned and tried to fire at him but he caught it, I mean, in mid air." I paused, thinking about how remarkable that actually was, "and then he laughed. I thought he was going to kill me." I start to become overwhelmed with emotions, remembering how I'd felt.
Mary Margaret sat down with me, "You're safe now, you're with us."
"Fat lot of good that will do, all we have right now is the possibility of a way out in some lost boys cave," the dark haired woman said snarkily.
"Thanks Regina, that's really helping."
"Do you know where his camp might be? Anything about it?"
"No, but I remember when I washed up, I was injured. There may be a blood trail. It's a bit morbid but it could work."
"Injured, are you okay?" The blonde woman speaks again.
"I'm fine, he patched me up. Or one of the boys did."
"What happened? You weren't injured on my boat." The Pirate spoke again, he'd been leaning against a tree till now studying his hook.
"I was injured before I got to the boat... but it's not important where I was hurt. Lets go find this kid."