Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 6: Danger

Hey,
Thanks for reading. Sorry this chapter is a little short, but it's quite intense so I hope you don't mind.
I'm so happy that I have over 100 reads! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me and found the sequel! 😀
I know the picture above is a little confusing, but it's a mountain lion so if you don't know what that is just look above. I thought that mountain lions, who live in mountains and forests, would be an appropriate animal to live in Neverland.
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Annabelle_the_reader
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As the Lost Boys were engrossed with their dancing, I silently snuck out the side of camp. I had no intentions of finding Hook (and potentially Oliver), but I just needed a break and a walk to clad my thoughts.

I passed Henry, the owner of the Heart of the Truest Believer, sleeping alone in a small ball at the side of the path. He was too frightened to join the party, but too frightened to leave the camp and venture into the dangers of Neverland. I stepped closer, grabbing a blanket and draping it across him, tucking a small lily beside his head for when he woke up, as I always did, so he would know it was me. And then, I snuck out into the night.

I cautiously hugged my jacket tighter around me and carried on walking thoughtlessly, whatever direction the world would take me. I didn't care where I was going, but caring never crossed my mind either. I just had to move away from the Lost Boys and their camp for a few moments.

Knowing that Pan would probably send out people to escort me back to the camp, I continued to move deeper into the dense jungle, taking random routes between the labyrinth of jade trees, littered with deep blue flowers.

Without the help of my blinded vision, watery by the tears, I knew there must be thousands of cuts and grazes on my bare feet. Sharp and torturous pains shot through me and had tormented the soles of my feet and, although once bearable, had wounded my feet to the extent of excruciating pain and I forced myself to stop.

Gradually, I lowered myself onto the floor beside a almost falling tree, wrapping my bare arms tighter around my body, tucking my knees under my chest. Curling into a tight ball to keep warm, I allowed myself to drift into the peaceful world of day dreams.

'I think she went this way!' Came the distant cry of Lost Boys hurtling through the jungle, pounding after me excited by madness and cruelty and the thrill of running to rescue the damsel in distress, which I was sure Peter was telling them was the situation, and not because I didn't want to stay.

Frantically I scrambled to my feet and ran in the vaguely opposite direction to the noise. My legs pounded into the ground steadily, hoping to maintain a steady pace as I ran through the woods, eager to finally be away from the Lost Boys for just a few hours. I no longer cared about the long, painful journey very much, I just had to get away from them.

There was a scuffle in the trees beside me and no matter how small I expected the animal to be, it sound like a stegosaurus.

I frowned, my eyebrows knitting together. I shrugged off these noises, assuming that they were far from me and the animals in the forests wouldn't bother me. Besides, I was tired and a little hysterical and probably imaging things.

There was another scuffle, only closer this time. I wasn't imagining it, I simply couldn't be, for it was too loud for that. It was a haunting sound, like an animal stalking its prey.

Hastily, I spun around to survey my surroundings, only to discover an empty path stretching as far as I could see. I felt a surge of electric flow through me as I hurtled down the path, sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me.

Suddenly, a mountain lion came into view, bounding eagerly towards me, with its claws poised for attack.

'HELP!' I screamed instinctively, just as the mountain lion heard this, it's body flipped and pounded faster towards me, like an excitable puppy nearing its prey.