Amily didn't even have to think. Instinct took over as she followed the Lost Boys' actions and ran from the camp. As soon as the game was announced the boys instantly stopped mucking around and all of sudden, as if between blinks, the camp was deserted and Amily could hear running footsteps around the perimeter. Without a second thought, she followed, carrying her sword at her side.

But for a second she hesistated. The sword was quite light but bulky to carry. And what if, instead of being attacked, Amily was the one who had to do the attacking? There was no way a huge sword like that would't give her away! It was for combat not steath. Steath was a job for the dagger at her belt.

Swiping a scabbard off the table she fastened it to her belt and slipped in her long-sword. The scabbard was meant for easy access but it just made things more awkward to walk.

The sword bumped at her legs as she ran and Amily found it surprisingly reassuring. It reminded her that she wasn't just a target. She was a player in this game as well as the rest of the boys.

Amily tried to think of a plan that would keep her in the game. Walking in on Peter's arm, she had noticed a thick copse of trees not more than a kilometre from the camp that would make a perfect hiding place... but it could also make the perfect hiding place for someone else.

But deep down inside Amily hoped there was someone there. She was hungry for the action and it was as if everything that had happened up until now had turned into some sort of sleeping beast inside of Amily and it ached to be awakened, no matter what.

She had no idea. Amily had no idea of who was following her. Pan made no sound because he wasn't actually on the ground. Curiosity had kept him from properly playing so he decided he'd check on his newest player and how she was doing.

Pan knew exactly where she was headed. It was a popular place for new lost boys on the island and in the game it was known as 'Ally Corner'. The thick copse of trees had gained it's name because of the many battles that had ended in alliances formed. Even in a game it was a legendary place, a place of initiation. And Amily was headed straight for it.

Pan decided it was time for some action. He didn't have to fly very far to see that the other person heading towards Ally Corner was Felix.

So Felix was to be the first person to battle Amily? She was in for a treat, Felix has had his fair share of fights. But that is how how it's done. She'll come out alive, probably, with just a few cuts and scrapes. That's if she could manage him on her own.

Felix was closer to the cluster of trees than she was so when Amily got there, if she played her cards right, she'd have the element of surprise. Felix was probably anticipating a fight but wther he was expecting it to come from a girl, Pan didn't know.

The board was set and the game was finally beginnning.

Amily could see him. Felix. Not twelve paces in front of her. Slung over his shoulder was a heavy wooden club. Amily knew that in her hands she wouldn't be able to hold it but Felix held it as casually as a bird on his shoulder.

He looked like he was waiting for something. Her heart was in her mouth and she was worried that Felix might just be able to hear it if she approached. A part of her wanted to back off right now and go find another hiding place before making her way back to camp. But then a bigger part of her told that other part to be quiet. There was no way Amily would be able to avoid combat in this game, that was the point of it. Pan wanted fighting, he's going to have it.

Quickly she slipped the dagger from her belt and grasped it tightly. Felix had left himself open from the behind and Amily could see a path that would make it especially easy to just sneak behind him and threaten the dagger at his throat. She nodded to herself.

That hunger for something to happen to her was roaring inside of Amily now. Her heart rate sped up and her palms started to sweat making it difficult to hold the dagger steady. Tightening her grip on it she marched forward, surprising herself and any people who just happened to be watching with her quiet footsteps and steath.

*snap*

Just a few steps away from her target a twig broke beneath Amily's feet. An alarm might has well have been alerting anyone to her prescence. Felix whirled around but saw no one there. His stalker had hidden herself well behind the same tree that he in fact stood in front of. He looked both ways before regaining his composure, if not a bit more wary this time.

Amily held the dagger to her chest, it was now or never.

Taking in one last breath and feeling all the emotion come up at once, she pounced from behind the tree. Twisting with speed that shocked her she locked the dagger against Felix's neck and forced him backwards against her with her other hand on his chest. With new-found strength she forced his club out of his hands.

Felix was at least a foot taller than she was but with surprise on her side, he buckled, his back bent against her chest. He froze and laughed, a deep chuckle from within his throat. Felix raised his chin and grinned. Amily wondered if he could've been impressed.

"Well done" he said and she tightened her grip, anticipating some sort of threat or mockery. "There's just one thing you're forgetting" in one quick movement Felix flicked the dagger from her grip with one arm and elbowed her in the stomach with the other. His head surged upwards and hit her in the lip and she tasted dirty hair and blood. The warm, sticky fluid dripped down her chin. She was winded and her hands weaponless. She fumbled for her sword and looked over at Felix who was standing proudly in front of her.

"When you go immobilise an opponent, never leave their hands free" he waved her dagger in front of her mockingly and she pulled her long-sword free of it's sheath, ready for a fight.

"Ready when you are" he said, his eyes alight with the same cruel glint.

Amily struck first but Felix blocked it easily, flicking her sword to the side. She realised that this sword was not used for random slashes, it was long for a reason. It's length was a primary tool in defence as well as disarming an opponent. Felix would have to come closer to get in behind the long-sword, if she used it properly that is.

As if on cue, Felix moved in and swung his club. She dodged just in time and Felix's club collided with air. He looked over at her, angry now. Her eyes were widened but not in fear, in exhilaration. She raised her eyebrows, egging him on.

With a cry he lunged forward and the fight was on. Amily used the sword's sheer size and lightness as a defensive strategy. Almost every move he made was easily blocked as long as she kept the sword almost horizontal across her body. She twirled and dove and Felix almost couldn't touch her. Though at times she faltered, getting caught up in it all. Felix slashed at her and left 6-inch cut along her forearm. Amily winced but made no sound.

She was caught in the high of battle and felt numb. The sight of the cut was enough to make her dizzy but she felt no pain. There was no time for it.

Crazed with adrenaline she awaited Felix's next move. As suspected he lunged forward, straight for her chest. Once again she dodged, this time with a plan in mind. Amily whirled holding the sword high above her head with two hands. Felix's arm was outstretched and his club was ready to bruise and break. With a yell to match any battle cry Amily brought the sword down smashing the club out of Felix's hand.

Felix looked at her in shock and defeat as Amily pointed her long-sword at his chest and raised it so the tip grazed the flesh at the base of Felix's neck. He raised his hands in surrender but his face was amused.

Amily was shocked at the energy that had built up inside of her. She was so driven by battle that she ached to keep fighting. She wondered what Pan would think of her and whether or not he'd be impressed.

As if some how brought into being through thought she felt someone behind her and knew from the way he was standing shockingly close to her that it was Pan himself. She felt his breath on her neck and stifled a shiver. Amily felt him lean bin close to whisper in her ear.

"Exceptionally well done" she could practically feel him grinning evilly in her ear. "You know what you want to do, what you need to do"

She knew exactly what he was insinuating and surprised herself at how much she desperately wanted to hurt this boy in front of her. It was as if she was facing everything that had pushed her down get entire life. Everything that had made her feel weak. Amily was breathing deeply and her hand was shaking. Tears pushed at the back of her eyes but she blinked them away, forcing herself to stay steady.

"Do it Amily" Peter pushed. She realised he was stroking her cheek now, enjoying every moment of the confrontation.

So many thoughts ran through her mind in that moment. For some foreign reason she wanted to hurt Felix and she wanted both him and Pan to see that she was strong and that nobody could mess with her. She wanted to prove that no-one could mess with her and that she wouldn't be pushed down anymore.

But when the time came to push the sword in where it hurt, Amily froze. Did she really want the boys' first impression of her to be a murderer?

Calm and somewhat in control, Amily lowered her long-sword from Felix's chest. Looking around she realized they had attracted an audience. Several lost boys stood around them with entertained expressions but Amily could see fear in their eyes.

Pan stood further away now as if he was kind enough to give her space to make a decision. The look on his face was not one of disappointment. He looked amused yet impressed. There was something else there too and Amily wondered if he knew she wouldn't strike at Felix.

"Game's over boys" said Pan although his tone said he wasn't disappointed.

Amily didn't know she was holding her breath until she finally relaxed her tensed muscles and sighed. All of a sudden she felt hands gently grace her shoulders and massage them slightly.

"Come. Time to celebrate" said Pan, whispering in her ear.

Amily was surprised that the ability to speak still remained within her.

"Ce-" she choked on her words. "Celebrate what? "

Pan chuckled low in this throat.

"You're one of us now. A lost girl"