Metanoia - Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter Nineteen

WARNING: This chapter includes mature content - mentions of blood and violence. I will include [*] at the start and end of the scene so you would know where it is to avoid it if you are sensitive to such content.

Metanoia was seething with annoyance, a potent aura reeking off her and putting everyone around her on edge as they all stood facing the Mighty Pan, who was standing over a boulder and looking down at them inferiorly. Timmothy and Gabriel constantly glanced at Metanoia warily, and Metanoia clenched her jaw as she angrily glared at Pan. She could not believe that she was wasting her precious time where she could be training for her trials, for a stupid game of Capture The Flag. With six days left, Metanoia was growing impossibly restless, and her anxiety was portrayed in the way she spoke to the Lost Boys and simply the way she existed.

"We are here today because Metanoia suggested playing Capture The Flag." Pan commenced, wringing his fingers together in front of him as he scoffed. "Though she could do with some extra training instead, but it comes to me as no surprise that she'd rather do something utterly useless instead."

The nasty group of Lost Boys howled laughing at Pan's insult, and Metanoia's scowl deepened. She definitely did not suggest this stupid game, but she couldn't deny that when Theodore came up with a swift lie to save her from being caught confessing that she'd stolen Peter's enchanted locket. She simply had to swallow her pride and allow this to roll out instead. Theodore subtly squeezed her forearm to comfort her, but it barely affected her when she was stressed enough as it is.

"The rules are simple - you'd have to be a complete moron if you don't understand them." Pan went on casually. "You will be split into a Red Team and a Blue Team, and each team has to steal the other's flag and bring it over to their own territory."

Pan waved a hand in the air slowly, crafting a large rectangular barrier in front of them, and he drew with his finger in the air, the borders of each team.

"The Red Team will have the west side of the Weeping Forest, while the Blue Team will possess the east side. First team to bring the other's flag to their territory and place it on the large mountain of rocks I've created, wins." Pan stopped sketching in the air, and turned his attention back at the Lost Boys.

"Clear?" He raised an eyebrow calmly.

"Clear!" There was a chorus of responses, some of which sounded rather dull, while others were enthralled.

Pan nodded, pleased with their confirmation, before drawling and pointing to the right, "Theodore, you're the Blue Team's captain - so stand over there."

Theodore nodded and moved forward to stand on Pan's right, and once he was in place, Pan continued, "Since you've suggested this game, it seems fitting that you own up to it, don't you agree Metanoia?"

His tone was dripping with menace, condescending her until she was nothing but a hollow, redundant vessel with no brain, and Metanoia wished she could backhand the arrogance out of him.

"Stand to my left. You're the Red Team's captain." He stated flatly, and Metanoia grudgingly moved over to him, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Right then. Metanoia, take your first pick. Who do you want on your team?" Pan asked her, a little intrigued to see who she'd choose.

Theodore shot her a wink playfully, and Metanoia felt a little anger dissipate out of her, before surveying the boys in front of her.

"I'll pick Nate." She immediately replied, thinking it was no rocket science to choose him, and Pan had to grudgingly agree with her. Having Nate on your team, for whichever reason, was always a good thing.