Octavia's pov
I kept on running not stopping.
Sprinting.
Until I was so out of breath,
I tripped,
tumbling down a large hill.
I tried sitting up,
my head ached.
I laid in the vines tangled my arm intertwined
stuck.
"Peter F***ing Pan what the hell?" I screamed.
I heard footsteps come closer.
"Peter! let me go!" I say trying not to reach for my knife.
"Peter can't here you Octavia" a man with
shoulder length hair says.
"Who are you?" I question.
"Oh I don't think Pan would enjoy me telling
you that," he says slowly.
"And why is that?" I challenge.
He stared at me blankly his eyes filled with
a dark black.
"Well if your just going to stand there would
you consider helping me?" I question.
"No" he reply blankly.
He started trudging closer.
I saw a tint of silver
glinting as the sun reflected of it.
"Peter?" I whispered.
"He can't hear you," he states.
"Peter!" I yell slightly louder.
"PETER!" I yell screaming.
"He won't hear you soon" he says slowly.
"I've died before it painful nothing but black
you don't see anything its quiet."
I just looked at him.
"Who are you?!" I yell clearly.
His features slightly like Pans.
"Haven't you figured that out yet?" he asks.
I whisper my voice shaking, "Rumple."
Pans Pov
I had flown over Neverland.
Our guests had arrived,
I had Henry.
And they were looking for Octavia
momentarily shall I mention.
Henry if he died it would matter
I would still be able to get his heart.
Octavia was another story.
No one died on my island
unless I wanted them too.
Octavia not quite yet.
I heard someone yell.
It sounded as though they were yelling Peter.
I slowly descended to the ground.
I walked over to a hill that tumbled into vines.
And down below
I saw someone.
"Your girlfriend needs some help Father."
"Hello Rumple."
"Hello Peter, Peter Pan."
