The Real Neverland // WATTYS 2015

17. Born to Die

"What do you need my heart for anyways?" I asked, now trapped between Pan and the cave wall. Pan looked down at our feet and laughed. Then he brought his head back up and looked at me straight in the eye.

"Why to save magic, of course," Pan grinned. My instincts took over and I slapped him. By now I didn't care if I lived or died. Pan was taken back. With him momentarily confused I ran toward Munch and looked around for something to help me get him down, but Pan was soon behind me. Without his power to fly I was easily out running him. I ran around the room and found a small door way behind the big hour glass. I ran down the dark hallway for a while, but I couldn't keep this up forever and soon Pan caught up with me. His arms wrapped around me, keeping my arms pinned to my side.

"Why do you need my heart so badly? How could my heart possibly save magic?" I yelled while trying to break free of Pan's grasp, but it was no use. Pan might not be fast, but he is strong.

"If you stop fighting I'll explain it to you," Pan negotiated.

"Never! I want off this island!" I kept trying to get away.

"Fine. You leave me no choice." Pan started to drag me back down the dark hallway toward the hour glass.

Pan put me in the small cage that was originally inhabited by the skeleton.

"Now are you going to listen?" I said nothing. "Good. Now, as you have figured out, I can no longer fly because of the lack of Pixy dust. In fact, most of my powers are gone. Only the heart of someone in love can replenish the islands supply of Pixy dust. As you know, the dust is made in a special tree that grows on the island. As of a week ago the islands dust supply has ran out. The last of it is around my neck. To replenish the supply I would need to barre a heart full of true love at the base of the dust tree and the love will spread into the tree creating the dust. I don't nearly need your heart, but the shadow never brings over Lost Girls that often. Maybe once in every blue moon. And all of this needs to be done before the next blue moon.

Usually I have no problem charming my way into the girls' hearts, but you are different. You stayed away from me at first instead of following me around like a little dog. Maybe that had something to do with me killing your brothers, but nevertheless you didn't fall for me. It's a shame really. At least if you fell for me your death would have some sort of meaning. Now, your going to die for nothing." Pan said all of this while pacing back and forth in front of the cage.

"So what you're saying is, I'm not the first Lost Girl? How many other have you killed?" I was crying by this point.

"Lets see." Pan tapped his chin. "I think your the fourth, maybe the fifth. I don't know. I've lost count." I couldn't believe it. This monster has killed four other girl without any remorse at all. "Oh and you want to know something else?"

"What?" I scowled at him.

"You were born to die for me." Pan grinned.

"What do you mean 'Born to die'?"

"That mark on your palm, the one that I named you after, all the other girls had the same mark. You were mine from the beginning." My mouth was agape. I couldn't even comprehend what he was saying. 'His from the beginning?' How is this even possible? "You might be wondering how that is possible." I looked at him.

"How did you know that? I thought you couldn't read my mind."

"I can't. You just have that look on your face. I've with you for a long time now, Jill. I know your little ticks. Anyway I'll answer your question. Once you are born the shadow of Neverland visits the your world and marks you with a red X so that he knows who to pick up once you turn 18. And then there's the problem of the 'you need to come willing to Neverland' thing. So, using some of the Pixy dust I look into the future and see what I have to do to make you come to this island on your own."

I thought about that for a second. What he has to do to make me come to Neverland willingly? The only reason I wanted to come to Neverland is because my parents died and my new foster parents abused me. Wait, does that mean-?

"Does that mean you killed my parents?" Tears threatened to spill over. Pan didn't even answer my question. All he did was smile. "You monster!" I cried.

Now you know the five stages of grief? Well I can tell you I skipped one and went right to two. I was pissed at the brown haired boy. I kicked punched the cage walls trying to break free so that I could hit Pan. The bamboo that made up the jail started to break. With one last kick a bar broke and I was free. I walked right up to Pan. His eyes were wide. I tried to punch him in the face. He was quick and caught my fist, but he wasn't quick enough for my knee that was aimed straight at his crotch. Pan went down to his knees and I put my hand on his throat and ripped of the vile of Pixy dust. Quickly I opened up the small tube and spilled half of the content on top of my head. I began to raise off the ground. I floated to the cage that held Munch and opened the door. Munch took my hand and we descended back on to the ground. Then we ran like our life depended on it. Which it did.

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