Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 14 - Insanity

"Please!" I yell, but to no avail. I'd answered at least 3 questions wrong at this point. There was no saving me.

"Answer this question right, and there's less of a chance for you to die" he shrugs as if it's simple. I hiss at him, hurting the back of my throat and ending with me coughing up another 3 litres of blood. Thick, black, gooey blood.

"How would you feel if I tied you to a tree and threatened you with your biggest fear?! Huh?!" I yell at him, making another idiotic attempt to break free of the ropes that tie my wrists down, making it impossible for me to move.

As I continue to struggle to get out of the ropes, I begin to realise how they're slowly loosening. And with that comes the realisation that if I fall, I will most likely do more than just graze my wrists with the knives pointing to my arms.

"Oh for gods sake" I choke out, my throat still stinging like crazy and my arms (specifically my wrists) feel like they're on fire because of the rope burn. But then again, I'll have more than just rope burn if I don't hurry up and answer these questions.

"What's the next question you ignorant ass?!" I yell, coughing. Mostly because yelling makes my throat feel like there's multiple sharp stones being thrown down it. Also because it gives me great satisfaction when all the thick, black blood sprays all over Pans face. Bastard bloody well deserves it.

"Well then" he growls, acting all offended. He lifts his arm up and I immediately cower back, making him laugh evilly.

"I'm just wiping all your stupid blood of my face you stupid coward" he chuckles, although the growl is still hidden behind his voice.

"I'm the coward?!" I yell at him, making him jump slightly. My words leave him wide mouthed and teary eyed.

At first a feeling of guilt washes through me, but I'm feeling to highly of myself at the moment to let go of my current cocky attitude. So instead of apologising, I laugh evilly and smirk mischievously.

"Who knew a simple statement could weaken such a 'strong' person" I chuckle sarcastically.

I make sure to put emphasis on the word 'strong', no matter how rude or guilty it makes me feel. Peter has always been my idol, and to say stuff like this is putting me in physical pain.

His face slowly softens, but with a simple sentence, he's back to his devilish ways.

"Oh Scarlett, I'm not weak. If I was weak, I'd be the one tied up to a tree unable to move and keep a knife from sending me to my immediate death" he smirks, tilting his head to the side like a lost, confused puppy.

I gulp loudly, making him chuckle.

"And since you've decided to... Let's say rebel against me, I've decided to take you three steps closer to your punishment" he smirks, guiding the knife towards my wrist. It's at this point that I realise how close the knife truly is to my arm.

"Oi! Stop it!" yells a voice off in the distance. I close my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the poor defender get hurt.

"And just who are you?!" I hear Peter hiss, his footsteps moving away from me but closer to whoever was stupid enough to stand up to him.

There's a long pause as the person thinks of what to say next.

"Tamara. My name is Tamara" mumbles the person, their voice soft. I open one eye slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever it is. Turns out its an innocent young woman, who might I say does not deserve to feel the wrath of the mons- I mean boy who stands in front of her.

"Well Tamara, what brings you here?" chuckles Peter, a tone of 'I already know why you're here' in his voice.

"Well I was on my way to bring you the boy, but I've decided to leave him behind with my partner after hearing the screams of a young girl. What are you doing?!" she yells, making my eyes widen.