Mind Games

Chapter 5: Jonas

After some time of walking to where ever they were taking him, he decided to stop struggling. It wasn't worth it. He knew he was out numbered, the other boys most likely knew the island like the back of their hands, and realistically, he's on an island. The farthest he could get would be the other side of the beach where he would be trapped by water. Not to mention how confused he is. It doesn't make sense. Jonas grew up in a life with a mother who didn't give him the privilege of getting to grow up with fairy tales and getting to believe in happy endings. Even though she is no mother of the year, she did teach Jonas what the world was really like. She taught him that not everyone is as loving and caring as they appear, that there is no world but a cruel and ugly one, and fairy tales don't exist. She taught Jonas all of this by just being his mother.

He mind came back to the situation he was currently in when they stopped in a clearing with a large wooden cage in the middle of the ground, and one hanging from a tree. This is what he assumed was the "cage" Pan had been talking about.

The boys stood around it with two of them having a good grip on either side of his arms, the other boy and Felix behind them.

"What do we do now?" asked the boy next to Felix.

He gave him a look that said he was annoyed. "We do what Pan said. Put him in the cage and put him next to the other one." They did as told. Opening the door and roughly pushing him down into the cage. 

Felix bent down to close the door and lock it with a smirk. "By the way," he started. "the cage is enchanted. You aren't getting out even if you try."

He stepped away from the cage telling the boys to bring it up, which they did without hesitation. It seemed to Jonas that they were scared, which also confused him if they came here by choice. In the stories, they came to Neverland because they were lost or felt unloved. Maybe because the stories got it wrong with Peter Pan, then maybe they got everything else wrong as well. Maybe they weren't here by choice.

The boys start to walk away when they know that he is securely in the air. "Sleep well." calls back Felix without turning around.

Jonas started to get this funny feeling that Felix wasn't a big fan of him.

"Don't worry." a voice said. More importantly, it was a female voice that was coming from... nowhere. He started to look around trying to find the voice. "Over to your left." She said. He turned his head to the other cage that was also in the air. This must have been the "other one" they kept referring to. He couldn't see her face with the lighting, but he could make out things such as her hair was long and curly. She had on a white shirt that was now dirtied, like she had been there for a while. Even in the poor lighting, he could tell that she was beautiful. Her voice alone said more features could in his mind. It was British like Pan's, but hers was more gentle where as Pan's was more menacing. 

"Excuse me?" He asked. "What do you mean "don't worry"?"

"I heard you mumbling something about Felix not liking you. I'm just letting you know not to worry about it. He doesn't really like anyone. If he did, then that would be a special sight to see." He had to laugh at that. There was just this way she said it that made it so innocent and friendly.

"Thanks for the heads up." Jonas went silent and looked at her. He was curious as to what she looked like, but the alternative of him listening to her voice forever was worth not knowing what she looked like.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" She asked with a slight chuckle. "It may be dark but I can feel you looking at me."

"Sorry."

"Don't be."

"If I had the ability, then I would shake your hand and introduce myself."

"Well I already know your name is Jonas. I overheard Peter making plans for your arrival. But if we ever get the chance, then we'll shake hands."

"Deal." He positioned himself to sit upright where he was bending to the side because he was too tall. She must have seen because she began to laugh. "So you know my name, do I get to know yours?" he asked in a flirtatious way.

"Wendy." she said. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling."