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Chapter 6: Escape

I woke up in the same hammock of the day before. I slowly opened my eyes to find Peter was sitting on the carpet, opposite me, focused on carving something out of wood. He hadn't noticed I was awake yet. I took the opportunity to observe him in his natural habitat. Unfortunately I got caught almost three seconds later when he looked up.

"Ah, you're finally awake." He stated standing up, and putting the object he carved into his pocket. "Took you long enough."

"So why didn't you just flip the hammock around? You seemed to have enjoyed doing that yesterday." I asked, recalling that unpleasant moment.

"You had a long day." He replied.

"You could say that. I was almost killed by you, found out my father didn't care about me at all, nearly drowned by a mermaid and admitted to being a lost girl. Which I now regret immensely." I listed, "the only good thing about yesterday was the pie, really."

"You regret admitting what you are?" He asked, ignoring my last statement.

"I regret lying to you about something I'm not." I retorted.

He smirked. "And why would you lie?"

"Because I was too lazy to actually walk to the camp. Plus, my legs were sore." I stood up from the hammock, testing them. They were fine now.

"Stop. Lying." He said strictly, coming towards me.

I took a safety step back. "That's what I'm doing..."

"No, you admitted you were a lost girl because you are. Not because it was convenient for you in that moment." He told me.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I would know that better than you do."

"Fine, then I'll prove it to you." This I would love to see. He gestured for me to sit down on the floor. I rolled my eyes and did so. He sat cross-legged opposite me and pulled out an instrument I recognized very well.

"It's broken." I informed him, as he brought the pipe to his lips.

"It was never broken." I gasped, the liar. "You see the music this pipe plays, can only be heard by a certain type of boys. Boys who feel unloved, boys who feel lost."

"Aha! Not girls." I pointed out.

"It works both ways." He grinned. Damn it.

"...Well, you tried it already. And it didn't work. So that proves I'm not a lost girl." I started to stand up and leave but he stopped me.

"If you're so sure of that, you won't mind trying once more." Before I could protest he started playing the pipe. And this time, I heard it.

The music was enchanting, beautiful. I wanted to keep listening to it. But I couldn't.

I knew my startled face basically already gave me away but I lied anyways. "I can't hear anything."

"You're a terrible liar." He stated, stopping the music, to my dismay and relief.

"I am not! I am a great liar!" I complained, insulted, then quickly added, "...Not that I exhibited any of my amazing lying abilities recently..."

He smirked. "When are you going to give this up?" He asked, feigning to be exasperated.

"When pigs fly." I smiled.

"I can arrange that." He considered.

"..."

"I'll leave you to your thoughts then, if you ever decide to admit who you are once and for all, I'll be outside." He said, standing up.

"What if I don't?" I asked, standing up as well.

"Then you can rot in here." He grinned wickedly. "Forever."

My eyes widened as he left, shutting the door behind him. Was he really going to leave me here to starve? I was about to panic when I remembered the trick he had taught me. Soon enough, a piece of pie ended up in my hand.

Hehe, sucker. I could totally survive in here. I had food, a comfy hammock, and, well, that's about all I had and needed.

After what I think was an hour I realized I was probably going to die of boredom. Eating all the pies in the world was not going to fix that. Soon, banging my head against the wall was sounding like an entertaining idea.

I had to get out of here before I went completely insane.

I opened the door and stepped outside. Ah, fresh air. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, you lasted about ten minutes." I heard a voice say. A voice I had grown to detest. I opened my eyes to find him leaning against a tree, as if he had been waiting for me to come out.

"Okay there is no way that only ten minutes passed." I said, unbelievably. I had spent at least an hour in there.

"Time is different in Neverland. And I control it. What seemed like hours to you was actually a few minutes. It speeds the process of you admitting who you are up." The bastard. It was all a trick.

"You little-" I was about to get nasty with my words when Peter interrupted me.

"Now, now. There's no swearing in Neverland." He scolded me. "The children might hear."

I groaned at him, rolling my eyes.

"So, go ahead." He continued.

"Go ahead with what?" I asked.

"Your surrender, of course." He smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, crossing my arms.

Peter raised his eyebrow, annoyed.

"Urgh, fine." I raised my hands in surrender. "I admit to being a lost girl, blah blah, blah."

"I would ask you to repeat that without the sarcasm in your voice but I fear it might take all day."

"You fear correct." I told him. He grinned and started to walk away in another direction. "Hey- where are you going?" I asked. Not that I minded being left here alone. Gave me a head start to try and escape… again.

"I have some business to take of. Can I trust you will stay put or will find you drowning in Mermaid Lagoon again?" He asked sarcastically.

I scowled at him. "You can trust me." I lied, making my voice as sweet as possible.

Peter narrowed his eyes at me. "Good." He certainly didn't look as though he trusted me. And I was right... "Logan!" He called as a lost boy, who must have been a couple years younger than me, emerged from the forest. How long had he been standing there? "Keep an eye on Mya while I'm gone. And don't disappoint me as Felix did. Or you will suffer the same consequences." ...Was I missing something?

The boy – Logan – just nodded. "I must warn you though, she's a runner." Peter winked at me and left. Me? A runner? I bet he was being sarcastic. As always…

"Hi." I greeted Logan. He didn't answer me. "You don't talk much do you?" I asked, and was confirmed by his silence. Well... this was going to be fun.

I sat under a tree and started drawing on the ground with a stick, Logan watching my every move. Finally, I got fed up. "Why won't you talk to me?"

"What's there to say?" Yes! He talks!

"Anything, really." I begged. "I'm seriously bored. Please entertain me." He shrugged, without saying anything, so I continued, "where did Peter go?"

"I can't say."

"Why not?"

"Because I was told not to."

"...Why not?" I asked again.

"Do you always ask so many questions?" He was annoyed. Oh well, annoying him was more amusing that drawing on the ground surely.

"Indeed I do."

He frowned. "Pan doesn't want me to tell you anything."

"He'll never have to know." I promised him, hoping to convince him.

"Pan always knows. He knows everything that happens in Neverland." He almost sounded scared.

"Are you scared of him?" I asked gently.

"He is my family. But he can be cruel, when we disappoint him." What Peter said about Felix popped into my mind.

"Did Felix disappoint him?" I asked.

"You don't know?" He looked surprised.

"Know what?"

Logan's eyes widened, as he realized he wasn't supposed to say anything. "Nothing."

I tilted my head sideways. "I know something happened. Tell me."

Logan sighed and reluctantly told me what happened. "Felix, he was supposed to keep an eye on you when you ran away from Pan yesterday. I was there too, with other lost boys. Felix saw you being attacked by a mermaid, but he didn't save you. When we asked why he said he thought it would be funny, that Pan would laugh about it." I shook my head in disproval. I knew I didn't like this Felix person. "But Pan didn't laugh when he found out. He was angry." Logan explained. "He said he was disappointed in Felix, that he had one job to do and he failed. That's why he has to be punished."

My jaw dropped. "Punished?" I had a feeling Peter's idea of 'punishment' wasn't going to bed without dinner. I shivered. I couldn't believe Peter would do this. I mean I always said he was evil but 'kidnapping evil' not 'torturing evil'.

"Yes." Logan said weakly. "To set an example for all of us."

"Is- is that what Peter is doing now? Punishing Felix?" Logan nodded slowly. "Because of me..." I realized. It took a moment to sink in. And when it did, I felt guilty. I mean, I didn't like Felix, for good reasons too since he was going to let me drown, but this wasn't right.

I guess I was disappointed in Peter. I thought he was better than this, I was wrong. He was evil evil. And he couldn't be trusted. Not if he was willing to hurt someone that was like a best friend for him.

I realized I had two choices: stay here, be a lost girl, live under Peter's domain and watch his evilness taking place, or escape. I went with the second.

"I have to go." I told Logan. But Logan stood in my way. "To pee." I added.

Logan blinked, confused. He was obviously not prepared on what to do in this case.

"Can't you do it here?" He suggested, trying to follow Peter's instructions.

"Err… no. I kind of like to have privacy in these matters." Logan's eyebrows furrowed. "It won't take long." I assured him.

"Fine. But be quick." He ordered. I nodded and speed-walked into the forest.

Obviously, I didn't have to pee. I just needed to get out of here. But I didn't want Peter to 'punish' Logan like he was doing to Felix, so I gave him a reason not to. I grabbed a hard-looking branch and hid behind a tree.

Then I screamed. Very loudly.

As predicted, Logan hurried to see if I was okay. Thanks to my awesome hiding spot he didn't notice me right away. "Mya?" He called, looking around. "Mya-" As he was about to look behind the tree where I was hiding, I took the opportunity to swing the branch on his head, knocking him out.

"Piece of cake." I smiled to myself. This way, Peter had no reason to punish him. Logan did what he was asked. It wasn't his fault I was so incredibly witty and creative with my escape plans.

I glanced down at the boy one last time, and ran through the forest.

So, Mya escaped.. BUT WHO WILL FIND HER FIRST? PETER OR HOOK? dunn dunn dunn Let me know who you think will find her first :)

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