Free(PanxOC)

Chapter 11 Duel

We stared at each other for a few more moments in silence before the cocky expression he always wore slipped back up on his face and he stepped back. "While that all sounds wonderfully exciting to me, I don't think it's how you actually feel."

My mouth dropped open, eyes growing wide. "What- I can't lie to you," I lifted my wrist, pointing to the mark we both shared. "Remember?"

"Oh, I never said you lied. I just said I don't believe that's how you feel." He circled me once with his head low, glancing at me through his dark eyelashes.

"So what do you believe then?" I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly and held my head high, my gaze unwavering from his despite the shock I was feeling inside.

"I think you had every intention of doing those delightful things to ruin your sister, but then you got here, and everything suddenly became," He paused, making his way behind me. A shiver ran through my frame as he trailed one finger down the side of my neck, brushing my hair away from my ear, leaning so close I could nearly feel his lips as he spoke. "So very real. You couldn't handle it."

"So teach me." I whispered back, cursing myself for not keeping my voice stable. I spun around to face him,  suddenly feeling the urge to smack the smug look off of his face. "Teach me how to 'handle' it."

"I can't." He simply replied, shrugging one shoulder. "You have a natural reaction to certain things, a reflex if you will, and until I know what your reactions are I can't teach you how to control them."

"Okay well what do you suggest?" I asked in the most sarcastic tone I could possibly muster up.

"I suggest we steal back your magic first and then once I've taught you to control it we'll have another discussion on how to proceed in getting revenge on Elsa."

A ripple of an unknown emotion surged all the way through my body at the sound of the almost foreign sounding name, one I hadn't dared to speak in years. All I could do was meekly nod my head.

Before either of us had a chance to say anything more a loud shout rang out from the camp. Pan apparated us just outside of camp, far enough away so that we could watch the scene in front of us unfold.

"Ow!" The weakling of the lost boys, Brandon, cried out as one of the other boys named Devin poked his shoulder roughly with a pointed stick. "Stop it!" He leapt to his feet, stumbling away from the boy and drawing everyone's attention to him.

"If you can't handle this, how do you expect to make it as a lost boy?" Devin smirked, noticing Brandon eyeing a stick near his feet, and motioning for him to pick it up.

Brandon swiped it off the ground quickly, holding it out in the fighting stance he knew of. Their sticks clashed, Devins hit causing Brandon to stumble back once again, but not for long. Brandon cried out as he lunged at Devin, pushing him back a bit.

"Not bad." Pan called suddenly, ceasing the action. "But wouldn't it be better if you had a real sword?"

He sashayed over to Brandon who was opening and closing his mouth out of nervousness. "I- I've never used a real sword before."

"That's the beauty of Neverland! You just think it and you can do it. Now," He stood behind Brandon, wrapping his fingers around stick the frightened boy was holding and holding it out, his other hand resting on the boys shoulder. "Close your eyes and imagine you're holding a real sword."

We all held our breaths as we waited, letting out a collective gasp as the wood turned to metal in front of us. Pan himself even looked a bit excited as Brandon slowly gathered the nerve and swung at Devin who had regained his composure swiftly and dodged it.

Brandon swung again and again, each time slicing a piece of the wooden stick off as the boys all cheered and shouted words of encouragement.

"Keep going! Come on!" Pan called above the boys seconds before Brandon angled the sword differently, accidentally slicing into Devins cheek instead.

He hissed, cupping his cheek, a few drops of blood escaping down his dirt smudged cheek, reaching his chin before dropping off and splattering onto the ground below.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Brandon cried, tossing the sword down.

"Brandon," Pan shook his head. "Don't you know the best part about being a lost boy? You never have to apologize for anything." He grasped the boys hand once more, raising it high into the air. "Come one then!"

I stood in stunned silence as all the boys broke out in cheers and shouts of praise at Pans very command. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Devin looking around to ensure that no eyes were on him before turning and dashing shamefully into the thick brush. I turned my gaze to Pan momentarily before making up my mind and following Devin into the trees.