Tree Pixie ·Robbie Kay·

Chapter Six

Recap:

"Might as well get comfortable, we're pretty far from my camp." He told me, stopping to lift me up a bit more. I squeaked in surprise, wiggling uncomfortably.

I pouted, but figured that there was nothing else I could do until I though of a better plan than using physical violence. Resting my arms so that they dangled over his shoulders lazily, I hugged him a bit tighter and tangled my ankles together behind him. I cautiously placed my head into the crook of his neck, watching helplessly as the trees passed us by.

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"Who's that, Pan?" A young voice questioned, a soft tone clinging to his voice like honey.

I was almost relieved to hear such a small, timid voice as we reached his camp. It gave me a small bit of hope, hope that not all of these boys were complete animals. It was short lasting, however, as more voices joined in. These voices were more like I knew them to be; loud, intimidating, and deep. It started with one boy, that was all it took, and then the rest of them started shouting out questions.

"Bloody Hell! Look at her hair!" I heard from behind, my face digging ever so slightly more into Peter Pan's broad shoulder.

I knew I would regret doing that, only because he would get an even bigger head if he realized my actions. I was out of my comfort zone around this huge group of new people, boys at that. They were too much, and I felt claustrophobic being squished in their shrinking circle around us.

"Woah, do you see her ears?!" One yelped, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence.

My sensitive ears were practically ringing at every holler the boys made, and I had to close my sharp eyes so that I didn't get dizzy with all the movement around me. My hands dug into Pan's shoulders, squeezing so hard that I earned a grunt from him.

"Pan, did you do that to her back?"

A couple of his fingers brushed against my arm, a small gesture of comfort. It didn't help much, as I could feel the stares of the lost boys burning holes into the back of my head.

I knew what they were gawking at, I couldn't really blame them. Blue hair isn't something you usually see naturally, not if you aren't the species I am. Still, though I understood somewhat, I wasn't used to the multiple stares. I had never been stared at by so many people before, not since the day my mother gave birth to me. To be honest, the only other time I had been stared at, truly, was earlier when Pan did; I missed the feeling of being free, not having to worry about the lost boys unwavering stares of amazement and awe.

I whimpered, burying my head deeper, if possible, into Pan's neck. I desperately tried to pull attention away from myself, wishing I could just be absorbed by the dirt. I was terrified, though I wouldn't dare admit it to anybody.

I felt the boy carrying me turn around, so that I was now facing the boys. I held my breath, heart pounding so hard that I was sure Pan could feel it. My eyes shut tighter and I pushed myself further to him, relying on him as my last resort of shelter. Those gentle fingers kept running up and down my arm, occasionally to the front of my shoulder.

Goosebumps. Goosebumps everywhere.

"Hey, come on, " Pan whispered into my ear, his face dangerously close to my own, "Open your eyes...the boys would love to see them, I'm sure. We won't hurt you, if that's why your heart is beating so fast."

I disagreed by shaking my head, but peeked over his shoulder, nose still poking his collarbone. My body still trembled as I glanced around, refusing to make contact with anyone. My eyes were met by a rather large group of boys, ranging from what looked like twelve to eighteen. And there were so many, so many that it made my stomach lurch at the thought of how easily they could overpower me if they wanted to.