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Chapter 4: Lost Girl

"I hope you're ready to loose." I said, pointing my sword at him.

"I never loose." Well... that's encouraging.

"There's a first time for everything." I said, steadying my sword. What was I getting myself into?

He just smirked and picked up his. Holding it in front of me.

"Ready?" He asked, circling around me.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said under my breath, but he appeared to have heard, since his smirk grew wider. I had an urge to slap it off his face. The lost boys just sat there, watching attentively. As if all this was a little show. Maybe it was. Maybe Peter was just fooling around. Or maybe I was seconds close to my inevitable death...

I watched as he circled me, waiting for the right time to pounce. I beat him to it, clashing his sword with mine. He was good, really good. Every move I made, he interjected it. But he still hadn't tried to make a move against me, and when he did... well, then it got harder. He was faster than me, and stronger. He flung his sword at me; I ducked just in time. I lifted my head back up to see just how amusing all this was to him. The bastard. He tried to hit me again, this time I moved up my sword to stop his attack. He pushed his sword down, causing me to back away. This continued until I was backed up against a tree. Shit. Before I could react he pushed my sword out of the way, so it was no longer defending me. Peter held his weapon to my neck, he leaned down, invading my personal bubble, and put his mouth next to my ear. "You loose." He whispered, and then backed away, dropping his sword. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I guess a near-death experience would cause that. "I guess the pirate didn't teach you that well after all." He commented and I rolled my eyes. As if I could have beaten an immortal psycho teenager. "But don't worry, we'll teach you everything here." That made me worry.

All the lost boys ran to Peter, congratulating him. Great. As if he didn't have enough self-esteem. That would make him even more insufferable

I walked over to him when most of the lost boys had left. "What was the point of that?" I asked, frustrated.

"You need to know how to fight." He said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. "And that was you teaching me?" I asked incredulously. "You could have killed me!"

"But I didn't." He pointed out, "doesn't that count for anything?"

I scowled at him. "Tell me why you kidnapped me." I demanded after a long pause.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. I knew he had multiple lies he could have told me, he was probably unsure of which one to use. "You looked lost." He said finally.

"...I was lost." I informed him, in case he had forgotten.

He smirked. "Not like that. You looked like a lost girl. One of us." He gestured to the lost boys. "And it seems I was right."

Before I could ask what he meant by that, Felix came towards us. That was the second time today he interrupted us. As before, he told something I couldn't make out to Peter, who replied something else I couldn't hear, and then left.

Peter turned back to me, "we should head back to camp." He said, walking towards the other clearing, the one with the big tree.

I realized it was almost night time. Time was weird in Neverland. Peter had his back to me, if I wanted to, I could use this opportunity to run. I looked behind me; I only saw dark. That wasn't exactly inviting. I turned back to Peter, and decided to follow him. I would escape some other time…

In the middle of the clearing was now a bonfire. The lost boys were dancing around it, laughing. I searched around to see if I could find a place to sit down. My legs were killing me. I settled for a broken tree trunk around the campfire. It gave me a perfect view of the boys' weird dance. Yay.

From the corner of my eye I saw someone sit on the tree trunk opposite me. I looked up to see the one and only Peter Pan.

"Why don't you join them?" He asked, referring to the dancing boys.

"Because I have this thing called dignity." I said sarcastically, flashing him a fake smile. He ignored me.

"Maybe a song will get you on your feet." He said, pulling out a pipe. Peter brought it to his lips and started to blow. At least I think he was. I couldn't hear anything.

"Err, not to disappoint you or anything but I think your pipe is broken." I told him, he looked shocked by this statement. Poor boy, he must have loved his pipe. His shocked face was immediately replace by his typical smirk. "Right. Must be broken." He didn't look convinced but he put the pipe away, standing up. "Why don't we take a stroll? There's someplace I'd like to show you."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Whatever he wanted to show me couldn't be good. And one near-death experience was enough for me in a day. "Actually, I'm quite comfortable sitting here." I said, showing no intentions of moving.

"Stand up." He ordered, not very kindly.

"Well... since you asked so nicely." I commented sarcastically, but did what he said. Peter walked off into the woods, expecting me to follow. And, reluctantly, I did. "So, um, where are we going exactly?" I struggled to keep up with him, careful not to trip on branches. He kept striding along, ignoring me. "Fine, don't answer me. It's not like you asked me to come or anything-"

"Girls talk to much." He observed, interrupting me.

"...I don't talk to much!" I complained.

"Of course you don't." He agreed.

"Thanks." I said, before realizing he had been sarcastic. "Hey-"

"We're here." He stopped walking. We were in the middle of the forest. There was nothing except... trees. What could he possibly want to show me here?

"Wow." I said after a long awkward pause. "It's... nice." I continued, unsure of what I was describing exactly.

Peter walked closer to one particular tree, the biggest one around us. "This tree is the site of a very important event." He said, admiring the tree as if it was a rare jewel.

"What happened here?" I asked cautiously, stepping forwards, closer to the tree and Peter.

He looked at me, then back at the tree. "It's a long story." He said, and started to turn away.

"Well, luckily, we have all the time in the world, right?" I was curious to hear his story. I expected it had something to do with his past, assuming he had one… Well, I was about to find out.

He nodded, and sat down underneath the tree, leaning back on it. I sat down next to him, waiting patiently for him to start talking.

Third Person

Hook wandered through the island, in search of Pan's camp, in search of his daughter. Mr. Smee was struggling to keep up his pace, close behind. "Here again?" Hook asked, as he noticed the tall, blonde lost boy was waiting for them in a clearing.

"Seeing as you didn't listen the first time." The boy said, "I'll warn you once more: stop looking for the camp. Your daughter belongs to Pan now."

Hook scowled. "I'll never stop looking for her."

"Suits you." The boy had an evil smirk on his face. "But you will never get her back. Pan wants her. And Peter Pan never fails." And with that, he left.

Hook wanted to chase after the boy, ask him why Pan wanted his daughter, what was he going to do to her? But he restrained himself from making things worse.

"W-what will you do, captain?" Mr. Smee asked, you could tell by his tone he was terrified. Why shouldn't he be? Pan was evil. And he never failed.

Hook turned to Smee, "I don't care what the boy says. We're getting my daughter back." His face was determined.

"B-but captain," Smee stuttered. "Didn't you hear? The boy said he never fails he-"

"There's a first time for everything, Mr. Smee." He replied, and started walking in the direction the boy had left.

I HOPE I MADE IT PRETTY OBVIOUS THE BOY IS FELIX AND THAT HES BEEN WARNING PAN OF HOOK COMING CLOSER TO FINDING THE CAMP.. SOOO WHAT DID YOU THINK? PLEASE REVIEW & TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT :)

NEXT CHAPTER: PAN'S STORY (HE'S NOT RUMPLE'S DAD SO I'M MAKING A NEW ONE.. LET'S HOPE ITS PLAUSIBLE) & REMEMBER MORE REVIEWS = FASTER UPDATE