Pan Never Fails

*Chapter Eleven*

   Scarlet and I sit down, and after a while, Pan walks over to us. He grabs my arm and pulls me to stand up right next to him.

   "I need to borrow your house," He says.

   "No," I answer flatly.

   "Okay fine, I'm telling you."

   "It's my house. You said I could have that side." He glares at me and I see his left hand clench up. I hear Scarlet making weird sounds, and I turn to see her gasping for air and holding her hands up to her neck.

   "Allow me to, or she dies," He says, grasping my arm tighter so I can't move. She drops to the ground and lays down, not struggling anymore.

   I stare at Scarlet in disbelief, then up at Pan, then back to Scarlet. I turn to Pan and glare at him.

   "What the hell just happened?!" I yell at him, rushing over to Scarlet's side and feeling her wrist for a pulse.

   "Don't worry, she's still breathing," Pan says.

   "I repeat, what the hell just happened?!" I glare at him, standing up and stalking over to him. He laughs at me and I go to punch him. An unseen force holds my fist back and I groan in frustration. "Let go." I growl lowly and Pan smirks.

   "Not until you allow me to use your house for something," He says raising an eyebrow and walking closer to me. I sigh and look down at the ground.

   "Do I have a choice?" I ask quietly.

   "No, not really," He says smirking. I sigh and nod my head and he releases me.

   "On one condition. You let her stay here for a while until you finish using my house," I say to him and he nods.

   "That's fine with me," He says, shrugging. "Put her in my tent!" He yells to two of the boys and they come running over and pick her up, taking her into Pan's tent. I look back at Pan who is walking closer to me. He leans in, his mouth by my ear, and with his breath tickling my neck, he whispers.

   "Better get going, sweetheart. We have a lot of work to do."

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   I am currently at my house waiting for Henry to arrive. Pan had changed my house's setting, much to my dismay, and added stairs instead of the rope ladder that I had before. I am standing behind a sheet with Pan so when Henry gets here, he won't see us. Wendy is in my bed, pretending to be sick or something. We hear footsteps and Pan motions for me to be silent and I nod my head.

   "Who are you? You're not supposed to be here," Wendy says.

   "I know. I thought Pan might be keeping my family here," says Henry. Clever boy. "Why are you so far away from the camp?"

   "I'm- I'm sick, and he's afraid someone might catch it."

   "Who are you?" he asks.

   "My name's Wendy."

   "Wendy Darling? I'm Henry." Wendy starts to cough uncontrollably.

   "W- what's wrong?" Henry asks.

   "It's the island, Henry. Its power is fading. I've been here a long time, but well for some reason, it's affecting me more than the others." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "You look like him."

    "Like who?"

   "Your father."

   "You knew my father?"