Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 2- Kill Em' With Kindness

  I walked up to him and lightly touched his shoulder. He turned on his heals and gritted his teeth. "What?!" He spat. I tightened my grip on his slightly slime covered shoulder. "It's not his fault we ended up in this bloody jungle! He was trieng to help, despite the fact that he completely failed. Newt. Please relaxe! Remember, you are the leader now. Everything is on your shoulders. Please try to preserve your nerves because you never know what hardships you...we...may face." At that I embraced him. He burried his face in the crook of my neck and I felt warm blotches collide with my neck, they then rolled down onto my shoulder. Wetting my shirt coller.

  I knew all of the Gladers that had survived our previous adventure were staring. Some may have shed tears. I for one knew Thomas was still gaping at Newt and silently thanking me. I noticed his cheeks were also stained with tears. Teresa moved her hand and entwined it with his. Once Newt calmed down a tad and his amount of sobs decreased, I pulled away from his embrace.

  I then turned to the boy once again. "Many questions have been asked today. A very important matter has not yet been adressed." Despite my having to live with teenage boys whose grammer was not perfect, I had pretty good vocabulary. "Where exactly are we may I ask? Also, who exactly are you?" His smirk turned into a mischevious grin and he responded, "Why love, you are in Neverland. And I am Peter...Peter Pan." He bowed, it was clear that the guesture was greatly exaggerated. I was not amused and I felt as though this "Peter Pan" was toying with us.

  I once went through the changing and I remember my favorite story from when I was little. It was about a boy who never wanted to grow up. So he traveled to an island called Neverland and took children who felt unwanted to his island where they had many adventures. Over time, his immortality made him greedy. Sadly, I cant recall the name of the boy from the story.

  "Prove that this is truly Neverland as you claim it to be. I have heard that children are able to fly in this magical place. Show us that this is truly Neverland." His eyebrow went up. A look of confussion flashed through Newt's face. Thomas looked as though in deep thought. Teresa had a grin plastered on her face. "Also, Peter Pan can do magic. I too enjoyed the story as a kid, so show us what you are truly capable of. Peter Pan." She said this while still smiling.

   Peter Pan stopped smiling. "Do you underestimate me little girl?" he spat at Teresa. I noticed his British accent as he spoke, Newt's was much softer. Most likely because Newt had spent most of his time with people who had American accents including myself. I do not appreciate this "Peter Pan's" attitude, but i'll try my best to keep my cool and ignore the shank's rude remarks. I took in his features. Maybe I would entually forget his...whatever he was trieng to mean by saying that...and try to distract myself with his physiqe. He was quite handsome. He was quite musculant, his green eyes were litteraly as green as embers. They shone and leaped. I think he noticed me observing and he smirked with the words, "Dont you know, staring is rude love." His brow was raised. I felt myself flush. Newt's hand was suddenly holding mine he narrowed his eyes and deffended me:"She wouldnt stare at your sorry arse even if-" suddenly, Newt grabbed his throat. He didnt look like he was choking, but when he attempted to talk, no sounds came out. "Newt!!!" I screeched. Seamingly it was all I could do for him. He lowered his hands from his neck and balled them into fists by his side. His mouth formed many words I wish not mention. All of them were aimed in Peter Pan's direction.

  All Peter did was smile. A dark, sneering, menecing, smile.