Living Louder (OUAT)

Chapter Two: Game

Chapter Two: Game

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Peter stared at a sleeping Emma, as he had learned her name was from Bae, or Neil as she had called him. Neil. In Peter's eyes, it wasn't a bad name. But he still liked Baelfire better.

But Emma was a different story. She seemed was the type of girl that would put up a fight, just as she'd shown earlier.

Emma struggled in Felix's grasp, but he proved to be too strong for her. But she still kept fighting. Peter smirked at her She was feisty. He liked that.

"Get your filthy hands off me you bastard," Emma spat out each word like they were an infection in her mouth, "Before I do it myself."

Almost all the Boys laughed at her, almost. Baelfire just stood there, he must have recovered already, looking at all the boys around him with an expression that read 'She'll fuck you over twice'.

Emma had already taken the chance. She twisted her hands out of Felix's grasp before grabbing his own arms and pulling them over his shoulder, behind his back, probably breaking some of the bones in his arm. Seconds later she was in a battle stance, getting ready for anyone who was coming her way.

Two of Peter's oldest charged in her direction, but Emma was too quick, she ducked the swing of one of the boys club, while at the same time tripping the other. Emma rolled over to where the club of the boy whom she had tripped lied and picked it up when she stood.

The boy who's blow she had previously missed came at her again, but she was still quicker, and more sharp witted. She knocked the club out of the boys hands before bringing one of her legs up towards his face.

Peter stood there in what seemed like almost awe. She could fight well. Really well. She had better form than all of his boys put together and was almost as sharp witted as himself. She could easily dodge the weapon attacks, but it was the hand on hand combat that was the wild card.

One of the younger boys-who hadn't yet acquired a weapon-charged at her and started wrestling her to the ground. Emma definitely had not been expecting that. Pan could see it in her eyes.

At least half of his boys were already moaning in pain, and Emma seemed to be almost winning the fight she was currently in.

She dodged another punch, before docking the boy right in the chin, sending him tumbling towards the ground

It was her chance to run, but before she could go, she noticed the youngest Lost Boy-who was promptly ten years old-cowering back in fear. Her eyes immediately softened, and then flashed with something-Anger? Hatred? Fear? Regret?-before they went back the way they were before; kind.

"Hey, buddy," she said walking towards the boy, who tried to walk backwards, but hit a tree instead, "No, no, no, no. I don't want to hurt you." She reached out, but the boy flinched. Emma instantly looked sad.

"I don't want to hurt you. I would never want to hurt you," She told the boy, reaching out again, this time to stroke his hair.

It was then that Peter realized that the boy had been crying. That was why she had gone to him. She couldn't bear the thought of a child crying. She didn't want him to be scared of her. But why?