Chapter 14- Druids and Other Enemies . . . My head hurt worse than ever. The mark on my hand felt as though it was being carved into my hand with a swich-blade. Peter was not in the cabin, so I decided to explore.
I shot out of the bed. Big mistake. I felt dizzy momentarily, so I sat back down until the black had faded from my vision.
I threw on black leather leggings and a black tank top. I put on a black lace bra and white underwear. (My favorite pair) I put on a black cloak, and put my hair in a braid to top off the under-cover-badass look. Allison was put in another cabin because it is too "dangerous" for us to be together in a cabin alone again. I sort of miss her right now. We could have been friends. . . . It was around 5:00a.m. outside. Therw were Lost Boys as well as Gladers passed out on logs and all over the place. Did I miss the party completely?
I decided to pay a visit to the beach, where we first arrived to Neverland. The desparate kids who were thrown into surreal, and insane situations. Those kids were worn out, and broken to the bone. Those kids surrvived through it all. Those kids were us. The expiriment, from teenagers who would have normal, but no.
I arrived at the beach and sat down near a patch of pretty turqouise flowers. They strangely resembled Daisies. I began to make a flower crown. . . . When I finished, I place it carefuly on my head, and sat watching the waves roll out. I looked over to my far right and noticed a ship hiddedn behind a big cliff. The ship looked familiar.
The sand was warm and I ran my hands through it. Such a calm moment can be shattered in matter of a few seconds, so I enjoy it while it lasts. I got up and walked over the the water. My boots were off when I was still by the flowers, so I stepped into the water only so the incomming waves could brush across my feet. The water was warm, and it felt amazing.
"What is such a lovely maiden doing alone, on such a dangerous island?" Asked an accented voice behind me. I jumped what must have been 5 feet in thd air. "Gosh! You scared me!"I gasped. "I live here." I stated to answer his question. Infront of me was a man. He was around 20-30. He had perfect black hair. Dark, cunning, eyes. I noticed that he had a scar on his cheek.
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"Um...who are you?!" I asked, once I noticed he was not anyone I may know or have seen around the Glade, let alone Camp.
"Oh! Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Captain Hook." He stated, smiling, and holding up his left hand that has a hook instead of a hand.
I had just enough time to gasp, before I felt a hand go around my mouth, and someone grabed my hands. I kept thrashing, but no avail. I bit the hand, and someone yelped and the hand went away. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I prayed somebody would hear me. "PETER!!!SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!" I screamed.
Then. I felt a sharp pain on my skull, and I was out like a light. As usual. . . . Peter's POV
I broke through the brush just intime to whitness as Faith was dragged into a ship by no other than my enemy...Hook.
I got here as fast as I could because of Faith's screams. I had used my magic to heal her, so I was not able to teleport there. Damn! Talk about timing!
"PETER!!!PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" Smart girl. She bit Smee's hand and screamed, right before she was knock ed out by Smee. I stood there unable to do anything.
