When Your Walls Come Crashing Down

Chapter 6 - Lost Girl

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry for the wait. I go on spring break this upcoming week, so I'll try to upload more then, but I've had a lot of schoolwork, not to mention a bit of writer's block. I know the direction in which I want this story to go, but putting it into words isn't always that easy to do.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except the plot. The characters, setting, and overall story itself belong to the talented Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, and the incredible OUAT writing team.

Anyway, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this newest chapter!

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It's unknown when Emma next awakes. She can't see the position of the sun, or any sun for that matter. The only light in the dimly-light wherever-she-is is a small green lantern, the flame flickering gently. Emma looks around, trying to get a grip on her surroundings, and pulls forward to step and search the area, but notices the tight ropes holding her in place. They're everywhere: across her ribs, around her hips, over her legs, and tied on each wrist. The only part of her she can move is her head.

Suddenly, the pain of the last few days hits her like a wall of bricks. Her head still hurt from the gash (,which definitely did not have its stitches anymore, of that she was sure, the blood dripping down her forehead warm and fresh being her biggest clue), along with a pain in her legs from the impact on the ground during her latest cry, the dart mark on her neck, her achy feet, her tight back, and of course the emotional strain. Her body slumped against what felt like a pole of some sort. Must be what I'm tied to, she thought.

"Ah. You're awake," came a voice from behind. "I didn't think you'd be up for another day or two."

Emma's jaw clenched, and she rolled her eyes, because of course he would do something to her now.

"What do you want?" she called into the darkness as the lantern was swept out.

His accent curled maliciously around his next words. "Simple, really. Your son doesn't want to join me." At that, she beamed proudly. That's my boy. "If I can't have him at my mercy, I need a replacement. What do you say, savior? Care to be my new lost boy?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, Pan, but I'm hardly a boy," came the snarky reply. Emma was quickly becoming fed up with the encounter.

"True, but I'm thinking of expanding, you know? How about being my first lost girl? I can change the name too. No longer will it be the Lost Boys, but rather the Lost Ones. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"I'm not lost." Even as she said it, she knew neither one of them would fall for her ploy.

"Aren't you? Last I checked, your parents were planning on having a brand new precious Charming child. One to replace their failure: you. Although, at the current moment, that seems a bit ill-fated, what with your dear old dad being a bit poisoned and mommy dearest not speaking to him. Trouble in paradise?"

At that, Emma decided it wise not to comment. All he was trying to do was push her buttons, and she wouldn't let him know it was working. She needed the advantage over him. She needed to stay calm and levelheaded, her temper in check.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm just not interested. Not really finding Neverland all that enjoyable. I don't know how I'd be able to inhabit it 24/7." She threw in a smirk for good measure.

"Oh, Emma. I was hoping you would say that. I wish I could say I didn't want to do this, but I don't want to lie to you like that."

Before there was time to react, Pan flicked his wrist, and Emma's shoulder popped out of its socket. She gritted her teeth in pain as he added a broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, a punched and bloody nose, a cut lip, and a black eye to her list of injuries, some via magic and others by hand. A small moan left her clenched teeth, followed with a slight whimper, but there were no screams. She needed to seem stronger than that.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today, Emma. I don't want to overdo it. I do hope you'll reconsider. Sooner or later, I'm going to run out of body parts to destroy."

Not announcing his leave, Pan walked behind Emma, leaving her frame of minimal vision. Before he exited what Emma had started to guess was a cave, he said one last thing. Emma's jaw dropped agape, eyes panicky, and her blood ran cold, her breath catching, brain freezing.

"When I do, it's your pirate's turn."