Game Piece

Three

"What the bloody hell is a girl doing here?"

"He'll end her for sure!"

"There is no way she will make it in Neverland?"

I slowly open one eye and find myself lying face down in dirt. Neverland? Like, from Peter Pan?

"She's awake!" a boy's voice shrieks. I hear footsteps rushing close to me and they surround my aching body.

"Get up," a deeper voice commands. I pick up my head and roll onto my back to come face to face with about six teenage boys looking down at me. My heart is slamming in my chest as soon as I see they are all aiming bow and arrows at me.

"Uh, hi there," I manage to squeak out, waving my hand a little at them. Oh no, I'm only wearing underwear and a t-shirt. Then I remember I took off my sweatpants along with everyone else in the cabin when it became clear to us that we get really hot under sleeping bags.

I shoot strait up and the boys all take a step back. I was taken! Kidnapped by some freaking creature! A shiver runs down my spine when I remember those glowing eyes. Do the girls in the cabin know I have been taken?

"Don't make any sudden movements!" a tall boy with blonde shaggy hair and dirt covering his face tells me. I roll my eyes at his tone.

"Have you ever seen a girl before? Or bathed?" I snort crossing my arms. What am I going to do? Strangle them with granny panties?

"I wouldn't take to them that way, little lady," a chilling familiar voice says. Instantly, the mood becomes much darker.

The crowd of boys part quickly and in comes another boy dressed in green from head to toe, wearing a smirk across his face. I gasp at how handsome he is. His emerald eyes are noticeable from yards away and his brown hair is clean but messy making him even more hot.

"O-or what?" I challenge, still sitting in underwear and a dodgeball shirt from seventh grade.

"Or you will be punished, and you don't want that," he murmurs kneeling down in front of me so he is practically staring into my soul.

I look up at all of the other boys. They have their heads bowed and frowns on their dirty young faces except for the tall blonde boy. His chin is proudly pointed upwards and a small smile sits on his face.

"Come with me," says the super hot guy. I carefully stand up on my bare feet but almost fall over. My legs are extremely weak. We are in the middle of a forest clearing with trees surrounding us at every angle.

He is already walking away from me and I have to jog to catch up to him, that boy walks faster than my mother in Target. I can feel the the rest of the boys looking at my butt. Good lord.

"What's your name?" I decide to ask once we are completely alone. He stops abruptly and I run straight into his back, almost toppling down.

Instantly, he grabs me by my shoulders and shoves my back on the nearest tree. I shriek in pain when the bark stabs into my back. His face his inches away from mine and for some reason, I pray that my breath doesn't smell like ass.

"Where did you come from?" he spits, applying more pressure on my shoulders.

"I don't know, ask your shadow! He took me!" I yell back at him.

"Why?!" he screams, I think to himself. I say nothing and try to glare at him but his intimidating green eyes make me feel really weak. "Where were you when he took you?"

I decide to tell him. "I was on a school trip to a stupid camp. I was sleeping in my cabin when I had a nightmare and when I woke up, the shadow was outside my window and pulled me out and took me here." I say very quickly and in all one breath.

"What sort of nightmare?"

"Your were there...not your actual self but your voice. I was in a forest, completely surrounded by trees and you were telling me to follow your orders." I explain, trying to remember the vague memory that drifted from my mind when the shadow took me.

The boy pulls away from me and frustratingly pulls at his hair while pacing back and forth muttering words I am unable to make out.

"You never told me your name," I say to try and calm him down. His stops abruptly with his back to me. For a moment I think he will turn around and yell at me but he doesn't.

"Peter Pan," he says not moving a centimeter. My breath hitches from this news. Peter Pan is not real, he can't be. He isn't cruel and he certainly doesn't slam girls against random trees. At least, that's what I've heard.

"My name is Anne," I say. Peter turns around when I say this.

"I know," he says taking a step towards me. "I have seen you somewhere, Anne, but I don't have the slightest idea where.

Getting dangerously close he adds, "and that is what makes you so interesting."