The Pirate's Daughter • Peter Pan

Chapter 4: Lost Girl

Chapter 4: Lost Girl

Mya's P.O.V

"I hope you're ready to loose." I said, pointing my sword at him.

"I never loose." Well... that's encouraging.

"There's a first time for everything." I said, steadying my sword. What was I getting myself into?

He just smirked and picked up his. Holding it in front of me.

"Ready?" He asked, circling around me.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said under my breath, but he appeared to have heard, since his smirk grew wider. I had an urge to slap it off his face. The lost boys just sat there, watching attentively. As if all this was a little show. Maybe it was. Maybe Peter was just fooling around. Or maybe I was seconds close to my inevitable death...

I watched as he circled me, waiting for the right time to pounce. I beat him to it, clashing his sword with mine. He was good, really good. Every move I made, he interjected it. But he still hadn't tried to make a move against me, and when he did... well, then it got harder. He was faster than me, and stronger. 

Peter flung his sword at me; I ducked just in time. I lifted my head back up to see just how amusing all this was to him. The bastard. He tried to hit me again, this time I moved up my sword to stop his attack. He pushed his sword down, causing me to back away. This continued until I was backed up against a tree. Shit. Before I could react he pushed my sword out of the way, so it was no longer defending me. Peter held his weapon to my neck, he leaned down, invading my personal bubble, and put his mouth next to my ear. 

"You lose." He whispered, and then backed away, dropping his sword. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I guess a near-death experience would cause that. "I guess the pirate didn't teach you that well after all." He commented and I rolled my eyes. As if I could have beaten an immortal psycho teenager. "But don't worry, we'll teach you everything here." That made me worry.

All the lost boys ran to Peter, congratulating him. Great. As if he didn't have enough self-esteem. That would make him even more insufferable

I walked over to him when most of the lost boys had left. "What was the point of that?" I asked, frustrated.

"You need to know how to fight." He said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. "And that was you teaching me?" I asked incredulously. "You could have killed me!"

"But I didn't." He pointed out, "doesn't that count for anything?"

I scowled at him. "Tell me why you kidnapped me." I demanded after a long pause.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. I knew he had multiple lies he could have told me, he was probably unsure of which one to use. "You looked lost." He said finally.

"...I was lost." I informed him, in case he had forgotten.

He smirked. "Not like that. You looked like a lost girl. One of us." He gestured to the lost boys. "And it seems I was right."

Before I could ask what he meant by that, Felix came towards us. That was the second time today he interrupted us. As before, he told something I couldn't make out to Peter, who replied something else I couldn't hear, and then left.

Peter turned back to me, "we should head back to camp." He said, walking towards the other clearing, the one with the big tree.

I realized it was almost night time. Time was weird in Neverland. Peter had his back to me, if I wanted to, I could use this opportunity to run. I looked behind me; I only saw dark. That wasn't exactly inviting. I turned back to Peter, and decided to follow him. I would escape some other time...