The Game [OLD VERSION] | OUAT

Nightmares

I woke up gasping and instantly touched my forehead. It was utterly sweated. I didn't know why, but lately I'd been having horrible nightmares. Thing was, that I couldn't remember them, even if I tried to. I sighed deeply, trying to calm down. Neverland was really affecting me.

     I sat on the bed and shook my head.

     "Come on, Sienna," I said to myself. "Wake up."

     I got up and put on my beloved leather jacket. I approached the exit and went down the wooden ladder. I looked around, wondering which was the right way to the camp.

     "Are you lost?" a thick accent chuckled behind me. I recognized it instantly. "You look lost to me."

     I turned around abruptly and glared at Pan. Words were left over.

     "Come on," he continued, smirking as always. "I'll show you the way."

***

     Baelfire and Jack were sitting under a tree shadow when we arrived. Jack stood up immediately when he saw me and walked towards us. Baelfire followed him.

     "Where did you sleep?" Jack asked in an mistrustful tone. Baelfire looked at me with concerned eyes.

     "Well, good morning to you too." I answered, quite annoyed due to his question.

     "Keep calm, lad" Pan replied smirking, approaching Jack dangerously. "She was not with me if that's what you're wondering."

     Jack clenched his fists tightly and glared at Pan, who ignored Jack's gaze and joined the other Lost Boys.

     "So?" Jack demanded and I rolled my eyes. Baelfire laid his hand on Jack's shoulder and looked at him so as to calm him down.

     "Don't worry, daddy" I chuckled, and he relaxed a little bit. "Seriously, I just slept in a nearby tree house." Jack forced a smile and Baelfire grinned too. I liked that boy, he was so familiar to me.

     "Jack!" somebody yelled from behind him. Jack turned around and saw one of the Lost Boys -I think his name was Alan- gesturing for Jack to go with him. They seemed to be friends.

     Jack glanced at me and said:

     "Sorry, but I gotta go." Baelfire and I nodded as he joined Alan.

     "They met yesterday night." Baelfire explained at seeing my stupefied expression, and I nodded grinning. We both started walking and sat under the same tree Jack and him were sitting under before.

     "What about you?" I asked him and he shot me a confused look in response. "Didn't you make any friends yet, Baelfire?"

     "You can call me Bae. It's kind of... shorter." he answered and we both laughed. "It has never been very easy for me to make friends, though."

     "Why?" I replied. "You look quite friendly!" I said happily and he grinned back.

     "My father was... he was really strict." he answered lowering his gaze. I had already noticed that he didn't like talking about his family. I couldn't blame him though because, actually, neither did I. "I guess he just was too overprotective."

     "Yeah, that's exactly what my parents were not." I snickered and Bae looked at me cautiously. "I'm an orphan." I explained and he nodded. "What about your mother, anyway?"

     A dark shade crossed his eyes briefly.

     "She's dead." he stated and I widened my eyes at his cold tone. "A pirate murdered her." he spoke with anger and hatred.

     I decided not to ask more questions about it and tried to change the subject.

     "So how did you end up in the Jolly Roger, by the way?" I asked, retaking our yesterday's conversation.

     Bae was about to answer when we heard a weird and high-pitched howl. When I was about to ask, Pan landed in front of us. "Guess we'll never have a peaceful talk." I muttered under my breath.

     "Catch." Pan said, tossing a red apple to Baelfire. Bae took it and looked at Pan.

     "I am not hungry." he said stiffly.

     "You aren't?" Pan chuckled.

     "You surprised?" I scoffed under my breath. Pan seemed to hear me, as he shot me a furious look.

     "Well, don't worry," Pan continued and looked back at Bae. "They're not for eating. They're for a kind of game... a really fun game."

     He showed us a crossbow and his eyes gleamed with deviousness.

     "I call it Target Practice."