Off To NeverLand

Chapter Four: Kidnapped ~5:30pm at The Hideout~

I had finally finished cooking the bear, sneaking in a few bites. Peter walked in, carrying the empty bag and had a huge smile on his face. He was whistling a tune I have never heard of. I stood up and placed the bear meat on a giant wooden hand-made platter, and walked over to the large table and set it down.
"You look happy, but then again, who wouldn't?"
He turned towards me "Turns out, the wolves LOVE bear guts. And they agreed to scout for Hook and fight them off, when we're asleep or away."
I smiled, happy about the fact that the wolves had agreed to protect us. Peter grabbed my arm and led me to a room on the other side of the main room. Walking through a skin neatly hung, probably used as a door, he let go of my arm, and sat on a giant bed. It was made of animal pelts, and for the blanket, there was a bunch of pelts sewn together.
"This is my room" Peter said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I like it" I said, looking at the many paintings that decorated the walls. I looked at a smaller bed, not by much, across the room.
"Is that for me?" I sat down on it, and flopped over, feeling the soft pelts. "It's so soft"
Peter laughed "Yes, I hope you like it. I'm hungry, let's go eat. You go call the boys, and I will get everything else ready. They should be out at the Fort where we hide our treasures, probably training or something."
"Ok" I said, getting up and walking out the door, Peter ran up behind me, and gave me a map. He turned me around do that I was facing him.
"Be careful, there are people who kidnap beautiful girls like you, for slaves." He handed me a knife, and I tucked it away in my back pocket.
"I will" and I walked out the door.
Looking at the map, I followed a wide, winding trail. It was slowly getting dark, so I sped up the pace. I got this felling that someone was watching me, probably Pan. But I looked around just to be sure... Nothing. I shrugged and kept on walking, moving my knife to my front pocket. I looked around, I knew I was almost there, but I didn't know how long until I got to the Fort. All of a sudden, a net dropped on top of me, my knees buckled and I dropped to the ground. I tried screaming for help, for the Lost Boys, and for Peter. But something pricked my wrist, I looked down and saw a dart. The next thing I knew, everything went utterly, and completely dark.