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Chapter 3: Just Believe

"Time to wake up, Mya." Someone whispered in my ear.

I groaned. I was still tired. I turned around so I was facing the opposite direction the voice was coming from. It was then I realized I was lying facedown on a hammock, my face resting on a pillow of some sort. "Mya, wake up." The voice said, more serious this time.

"Five more minutes." I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Well, I tried to be nice." The voice had changed this time; it was darker, and angrier. Before I could open my eyes I felt the hammock being tilted sideways. I fell on my butt.

"Ouch." I spat, looking up at my attacker: Peter. Why was I not surprised? It was then I recalled all the events of last night, which involved being kidnapped by a bunch of teenagers. He was looking at me, pretty proud of himself for waking me up. "You should know I'm not very pleasant when I don't sleep enough." I informed him.

"When are you ever?" He mocked me, holding out his hand for me to take. I sat up by myself. He didn't seem surprised I refused his help, and let his arm fall by his side.

"What did you blow in my face?" I asked, remembering the red dust.

"Poppies." He explained, "I could have used magic but you're not really worth the effort." He shrugged, I felt insulted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I insisted, crossing my arms.

"It means, you're a non-magical being. You're weak enough to stay asleep for enough time just with poppies." He sounded annoyed for having to explain, or mildly bored.

"...Well, that's insulting." I frowned.

He laughed, a weird laugh. I couldn't tell if it was genuine or... evil. "C'mon, let me introduce you to the lost boys." He started leading me towards the exit. We were in some kind of room made of wood, the only furniture was the hammock I had slept on and some carpets lying on the floor. I guess that's where the 'lost boys' slept.

I stopped walking. "Oh, you mean the boys who kidnapped me along with you." I realized, emphasizing the last word.

"Well I doubt you would have come willingly." He was right.

"Good point." I considered. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"Oh, I didn't kidnap you," he said, "you're part of a fair exchange. Your father wanted dreamshade and I gave it to him, in exchange for you."

I didn't believe a word he said. My father would never trade me for a plant. "I don't believe you. He wouldn't do that."

"Well, he did. Guess he cares more about revenge than he does about you." I scowled at him. He was wrong. My father might have been obsessed with his revenge but not enough to sell me out. He ignored my scowl and led me to the exit, a big hole. I stepped through it, careful not to hit my head and found myself in a huge clearing. I turned and realized I had slept in a tree trunk. A big tree trunk.

"You live in a tree?" He nodded, "aren't you worried about the termites?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "This is Neverland. There are no termites."

"That's convenient." Was all I said. He spoke fondly of Neverland, it made me wonder if he had always lived here, and with who. "Where are your parents?" I asked, a weird look appeared on his face, I couldn't put my finger on it. But before he could reply, a boy came towards us. I recognized he was the boy who had grabbed me. He ignored me completely, which I thought was incredibly rude of him, and whispered something in Peter's ear, too quiet for me to hear.

"Then take care of it, Felix." Peter ordered the blonde boy frustrated, dismissing him. I frowned wondering what Felix had told him as he walked away.

"I don't like him." I told Peter once Felix had left. "He has a tight grip." I remembered, rubbing my wrists, they were still sore.

"Knowing Felix, I doubt he likes you either." Peter said, an amused look returning on his face.

He lead me to another clearing close by, "Mya, I would like you to meet the lost boys." I looked up to see the group of boys that had kidnapped me yesterday, they didn't look so menacing now. They were laughing and playing and just having fun.

Peter introduced them all to me, one after the other, but the names were so many I couldn't remember all of them. I just smiled and nodded at the boys, they looked so innocent and sweet, yet the sensible part of my brain was reminding me they were evil. And I had to run away... somehow. I wondered if my dad had returned to the ship, and found out I was gone. Maybe he was looking for me... But what if Peter was telling the truth? What if I was part of a deal? I shook the thought away. My father wouldn't do that. Peter had kidnapped me for another reason. I just hoped I wasn't dinner. After all, it didn't look like they had much to eat around here. That reminded me, I was starving.

"I'm hungry." I wined once Peter finished the introduction.

Peter raised an eyebrow at me, "very well, what would you like to eat?" He was grinning wickedly. I was surprised he was actually planning on feeding me. Some kidnappers wouldn't even bother. Then again, a teenage boy wasn't a typical kidnapper.

"I don't know... What do you have?" I asked, curious. I think I would have noticed a their food stock had I seen it.

Peter laughed. "In Neverland, you can have anything you want. You just have to believe." He explained.

I shot him an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look. But he looked serious enough. Well, as serious as Peter Pan could get.

"So if I just hold my hand out and believe that there's a pumpkin pie in it, it will just appear?" I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. "Go ahead, try."

I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. Nothing happened. "I doesn't work." I complained, dropping my hand to my side.

"That's because you don't believe." Peter said. "You can't be a lost girl if you don't believe."

Suddenly, the words he said last night echoed through my head: boys, we have ourselves a new lost girl. "Has it ever occurred to you that I might not want to be a lost girl?" I asked him.

He smirked. "That's not your choice anymore." I narrowed my eyes at him. If looks could kill, he would totally be dead. "Try again."

I groaned and held my hand out once more "Close your eyes." Peter ordered, and I reluctantly did so. I heard his footsteps coming closer to me, until he was standing behind me. "Picture what you want." He said. He was so close I felt him breathing on my neck. It was hard to concentrate. Focus, Mya, focus. I pictured a delicious slice of pumpkin pie. "Now, imagine you're holding it in your hand." I did, and I suddenly felt a weight landing on my hand. I peaked, opening my eyes. And fair enough, there was a slice of pumpkin pie in my hand. I smiled triumphantly. It was almost too good to be true.

"I did it!" I exclaimed, turning around to look at Peter, forgetting there was basically no distance between us. Our nosed almost touched. I automatically took a step back. He didn't look at all uncomfortable, in fact, he was smiling widely at me.

"Yes, you did." He sounded pleased. "We might be able to make a lost girl of you yet." I didn't know if I should be flattered, or insulted. Either way, I had pie! I ate bite. Man, that was good pie.

"So... does this mean I could believe you were killed and you'd just drop dead?" I tempted. It was worth a shot.

He laughed. "It's going to take a lot more than that to kill me, Jones." I frowned, I didn't like him using my last name. It reminded me of my father. And how he was not here to save me. "But, you're welcome to try." He threw me a sword, which I barely caught. I noticed the lost boys were gathering around us. This couldn't be good... "I hope your pirate father taught you how to fight."

Thankfully, he did. And although I had a feeling Peter was good too, I at least had a chance to beat him... "Bring it on." I taunted.

"Let's Play." He grinned, and all the lost boys cheered.

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