What Pan Wants, He Gets (Peter Pan--OUAT)

Meeting Captain Hook (Part 1)

(Bree's P.O.V.)

The lost boys obeyed Peter's command and took me back to camp. The walk was silent until a lost boy shoved me onto the ground with a chuckle. I fell on my hands and knees, a few scratches taking place. I looked back at the boy with a confused look.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Pan never said how to get you back to camp. Besides, he loves his victims roughed up." The lost boy laughed. The other lost boy laughed as well.

"Exactly. He never said for you to harm me, so why do it? If he wanted me harmed, he would've done it." I spat at them. They stopped laughing and looked at me with death glares set on their faces.

"Then I guess you won't be saying a word to Pan, now will you?" Another lost boy spoke up.

"Where's the fun in that?" I challenged.

"You think your funny?"

"No. I think I'm fucking hilarious." I cussed. 'Well now I feel guilty for cussing at him. Grow up would you?' I battled with myself.

"You little bitch" The other lost boy spat.

"And your Peter Pan's bitch-"

'Smack.' My head snapped to the left side, a stinging sensation left on my cheek. It took a while to process it before I put the pieces together. I was slapped.

"You can bet on your mother's grave that I am telling Peter of your sin." I mumbled, cupping my cheek.

"Well then I'll just beat you until you agree not to."

"I'm afraid that, that won't be necessary." A familiar voice spoke from behind.

I turned, and there, stood Peter Pan. I thanked the lord for him cutting in just in time.

"I never said to beat the girl, I said to bring her to my camp. You disobeyed my orders and began to beat a girl. To think that I taught you better, than to lie a hand, on a lady." Peter began. He then began to laugh, as if what he just said was the funniest thing he ever said.

"What am I saying? Like I give a shit about if a victim is beat. They all need discipline, don't they?" Peter rhetorically asked. "By all means continue. Just don't kill her, that's my job."

He left with a wide smile. This was apart of the punishment that he was going to inflict on me. 'Can't I just go a day without worrying around here?'

(Time Skip)

After the lost boys inflicted a small amount of pain on me, bearable at least, I was thrown back into my dreadful cage. Just as any other night, it was cold, freezing even. I stayed in the corner of my cage, shivering in a small ball. I sniffled, my nose began to become runny.

"Can someone please give me a blanket? I'm freezing and I'm afraid that I may catch a hypothermia or something dreadful!" I asked exasperated.

"Pan wouldn't want that, now would he? You can stay in this cage, without a blanket." Felix spat.

"Please....."

"Not a chance, girl." Felix smirked darkly.

Felix turned, walking away, leaving me to fend for myself. It was as if it were the coldest night in Neverland. 'All I wanted was a blanket.' I thought to myself.

(Three Days Later)

It has been three, long days in Neverland. The nights have been torturous and the days dragged on. Peter hasn't come to visit, probably on some important, demonic plan to destroy happiness, much like the Evil Queen. Everyday, I put my life on replay, thinking about how I had treated my family. I may have hated Rumplestilskin, but I never hated my sister. I never liked my sister much either, but I still care enough for her.

In my train of thoughts, I hadn't realized Peter walking towards my cage. I watched as he began to lower the cage, not so gently might I add.

"If you plan to kill me by giving me a heart attack, you may have to try a little harder." I stated.

"And if I wanted you dead, you would be. Now, be a good girl and follow me." Peter instructed.

"Yes because I just love wondering around in a dress and heels, with branches sticking out everywhere and catching my dress, which in turn, slows me down." I spat.

"Well aren't you a whiner. Does it look like I give a damn about you and your stupid ass dress?" He spat back.

"Well maybe that's where your problem is. You don't care about anyone but yourself. Maybe that's why everyone is so set on killing the great Peter Pan. Maybe that's why, your only son wants to kill you."

Peter raised his hand and backhand slapped me across the face, making me fall to the floor. My hand went up to my right cheek of where he had just struck me. I felt a small trickle of something tickling my nose. I moved my hand up to my nose and felt a sticky substance slowly making its way down my face. I pulled my hand back to examine it and saw a crimson red, liquid substance. Blood. Peter Pan was a monster and a coward. I looked up at him and his eyes locked onto mine. I watched as little emotion showed. If he was trying to hold back any emotion, he was doing a good job at it.

"Did that make you feel better? Do you feel empowered? The great Peter Pan struck a girl! How does it feel Peter?" I growled.

"It feels like you need a punishment that scares you to death." He crouched down to my height. "I told you, I don't give a damn about you. The only friends I need, are my Lost Boys. You got that?"

"I get that you're a sick bastard who belongs in a dungeon for touching a female. Especially a princess." I smirked.

He smirked back and snorted. He cocked an eyebrow up, an amused gleam in his eyes.

"Really? As I recall, you were the one that didn't care for princess stuff. You would rather runaway, then ever have to go through with marrying a man and becoming queen of your kingdom."

I was silent. He had got me there. I had runaway, which in turn got me here. I looked away from his intense stare. Peter began chuckling to himself before straightening back up. I stood back up and crossed my arms.

Peter turned and began walking into the leafy forestry.

"Bipolar much" I grumbled underneath my breath.

"Heard that" Peter laughed.

I rolled my eyes and began walking into the wet and dense forest. I heard a snap and looked over, to see nothing there. I looked back at Peter and he didn't seem alarmed by the sudden sound. I heard voices and looked back at Peter.

"Peter do you hear that?" I asked.

"Yep"

"What is it?"

"People"

"I know, but since when have people, other than Lost Boys recruits, came to the island?" I asked annoyed that he was avoiding the question.

"You can get here if you have a way through a portal or something. I've known that they've been on the island for quite some time. Anyone to step foot on or off the island, I know about." Peter smirked and I frowned.

Well there goes some hope of me getting off the horrid island. Will I ever get off?