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

Chapter 38: Lost Boy Games

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My eyes found Pan's and I noticed the way he noticed me. It drove me insane the way that I was afraid of him, but also reliant on his kindness. Annoyingly, part of me still loved him, but I would never let him see that.

Pan had set me free of the cages, but I had never felt more caged inside. And, no matter how much he hurt me, I felt like he was the only thing that could get me through the nightmare.

'Here,' Peter said tossing me an apple. I caught it and inspected the crisp, red shell. My eyes narrowed and I looked back over at Peter, almost frustrated with him.

'I'm not hungry,' I objected, drawing my legs together and hugging them tightly. Ever since he released me from the cage, I hadn't been myself because I was too scared to move in case I did something wrong again.

Peter rolled his eyes. 'Of course you're not,' he grumbled. 'But that doesn't matter anyway; they're not for eating.'

'What are they for then?' I asked confused and Peter took a giant step towards me, crouching down on one knee and inspecting me closely, his eyes darted around mine mockingly, his lips tightening into an egotistical grin.

'Shooting.' He said finally and turned to face Felix. 'Come here, Felix. Let's show her how we do things in Neverland.'

As if understanding Peter's intent exactly, Felix took the apple from him and carefully balanced it on the top of his head. 'Give me a good shot, Tiger.'

'Shot?!' I spluttered flabbergasted in shock, my hands suddenly dropping to my sides to propel myself forward and look directly at him in the eye in anger. 'Peter, I can't shoot, I might hit him.'

'With that attitude you'll surely hit him, Tiger Lily, you have to be confident in yourself. You have to believe,' he mused and the Lost Boys all chuckled with laughter. Peter smirked and began dipping his arrow in the Dreamshade. I swallowed a lump in my throat and approached him carefully. 'Just aim for the apple and you'll hit it.'

'Does Felix have good reflexes?' I demanded anxiously and Peter Pan chuckled darkly.

'It doesn't matter if you shoot well.' Peter Pan said slowly and handed me the bow. I took it anxiously and inspected it cautiously. It was of a good enough size and weight, probably made from a yew tree, but the weapon was rather daunting to me. I felt suddenly more powerful and more powerless holding it there.

My attention turned to Felix, who smirked at me easily as if he wasn't in the least bit terrified at how easy it would be for me to harm him. Part of me admired how loyal Felix was to Pan, but surely he must be a little bit anxious that I wouldn't hit the apple?

I flinched slightly at the thought of it and lined myself up, closing my eyes tightly to block out the images of an arrow through Felix's head. 'That's a good idea, Kitten, close your eyes. I always find it helps.' Peter Pan teased sarcastically, earning more mocking jeers from the Lost Boys.

'Always good to know you have the utmost faith in me, Pan,' I seethed, drawing back my arrow and narrowing my eyes to focus on Felix, who didn't even quiver under the deadly weapon poised in his direction.

Then, when I felt the arrow had the most tension, I realised it. The arrow flew through the air and my eyes closer in fear.

Nobody said a word.