As the ship makes landfall, I spring to my feet and dash for the ladder, hastily thrown down from the deck. Once my feet touch solid ground, I experience a curious sensation—an odd blend of freedom and unease.
"Y/n, Wait, please! I'm sorry!" Hook's desperate plea rings out from the ship, but it's too late. "Too late!" I retort, my voice echoing through the silent woods as I vanish into the shadows.
"Who's too late?" a voice startles me from behind. I whirl around, but there's no one there. "Um, alright," I murmur to myself, turning back to continue my journey. Before I can take another step, I find myself staring into the green eyes of a boy with dark blonde hair.
"Hello, y/n," the stranger greets me. "How do you know my name? And who are you?" I inquire, curiosity piqued.
"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" he replies. "I'm Peter. Peter Pan." Instantly, I draw my knife, pressing it against his throat and pinning him against a tree. "You've got fire. I like fire," he remarks with a smile.
"Who doesn't?" I retort, a touch of sarcasm in my tone. "Joking aside, where's Henry? Oh, never mind, don't tell me. I don't care." I realize the truth of my words—he's ruined my life, and I don't need him for anything.
As always, undecided and confused. Why am I here again?
Ugh, Nevermind.
Reluctantly, I retract my knife and take a step back, maintaining a safe distance. "Come with me. Meet the Lost Boys," Peter suggests.
"I've heard stories about you. My father, Hook, told me a lot about you. So, no thanks, I'll pass....For now, I guess," I decline his offer. Suddenly, Peter brandishes his knife, summoning the Lost Boys. "Come on, Boys!" he calls out, prompting me to flee towards the Jolly Roger.
Fucking hell!That scream scared the shit out of me, I guess it was an instinct to run?
Perhaps I've reconsidered; I'll mull over my options once I'm back on the ship. But as I sprint away, Peter's voice follows me: "Let's play," he says, his words ominous as he summons the Lost Boys.
I barely have a chance to reach the ship.. Well, I guess I also ran into the wrong direction; the rustling bushes surrounding me close in, signaling my impending capture. "I give up," I admit, breathless and defeated. Figures emerge from the shadows, converging on me from all sides.
Among them stands a boy with blonde hair and a scar cutting across his face. "Smart move. Very smart," he comments as he seizes my arm, leading me to their camp with the others in tow.
Upon our arrival, Pan awaits us. "Good job, Felix. You know where to take her," he commends. Felix, the scarred boy, nods in acknowledgment. "Devin!" Felix shouts, summoning another boy to assist.
"Take her other arm. We'll bring her to the cages," he orders. Devin, with dark brown hair, takes my right arm, his touch is surprisingly gentle compared to Felix's rough grip. Panic sets in as the word "cages" registers in my mind. Hook was right—I'm destined to suffer the same fate as Wendy!
Despite my efforts to resist, I'm overpowered and thrown into a cage. "Hey! Let me out of here!" I scream, but my cries fall on deaf ears.
Felix merely smiles creepily before retreating to the camp, leaving Devin behind. Grateful for the company, I express my thanks. "No problem," Devin replies quietly.
After half an hour or so , I. Inquire anxiously:"Am I going to stay in here forever?".
"I... don't know. I have to go; he's coming," Devin responds hurriedly before disappearing into the forest. Moments later, Pan arrives. "Hello, sweetheart," he greets me with a smile.
"Don't call me that," I snap, irritation evident in my voice.
"Well, I guess you'll have to stay in this cage then."
"Fine, call me whatever you want, but please just let me out! I won't run away. I wouldn't stand a chance anyway," I plead desperately.
I'm unsure where Felix came from, but he appears behind Pan and unlocks the cage. "Welcome back, I guess," he says as I step out.
Returning to the camp, I observe the Lost Boys dancing around a campfire as Pan plays his flute. But one figure stands apart—Henry.
