Living Louder (OUAT)

Chapter Five: Run

Chapter Five: Run

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“Oh, you’re awake,” Peter said, after Emma woke up for the second time. She yawned, and sat up, “How are you feeling?” He asked her.

“Better than last night,” she laughed, and looked at Peter with glittering eyes, she felt almost happy. Peter smirked, probably because he thought he had started to win the bet. Emma knew it would take more than napping together to win her over. Emma stood up.

“And why is that?” He asked, his smirk growing larger as he said so.

“Because I’m not delirious anymore, so I can finally remember how much of an asshole you are.” Emma told him. Pan looked offended for a second, before recovering, and having an almost expressionless expression.

“I mean, come on, Pan,” she said, “did you really think I would actually like you? Or even start to like you?” Emma was lying, and she knew it. She was actually starting to like Pan, or, the side of Pan that was more emotional.

“Really? You didn’t seem to think so last night, when you cuddled up next to me.”

“Oh god Peter, I was sick, and emotional. Of course, I was going to lay with you!”

“It didn’t seem like it last night.”

“Whatever happened last night, doesn’t matter. I would never, ever, love you.” Emma turned around, and did the only thing she could think of doing.

She kissed Peter. Hard, and passionately, and with emotion and she liked it.

And he kissed her back.

And then she pulled away and ran, just like she did the first time.

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Peter touched his lips as he saw Emma leave. She kissed him again.

He was so confused. Was she bi-polar? Or did she have some weird personality dysfunction? Did she like him, or did she just kiss people randomly?

Was she in love?

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Emma ran harder than she ever had before, dodging the plants she had been told were poisonous. She was getting her anger out.

Why was she such a bitch?

She was leading him on. And she couldn’t do that. She could never do that. She didn’t want him to think he was winning.

And there was that.

The game. It was so hard to make someone fall for yourself without involving feelings. And she knew--she knew--that if he fell for her, she would fall for him.

But Emma couldn’t help thinking about the fact that Peter was so pure around her. It all seemed so real.

Which was why it made it so much harder to walk away.

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 Bae followed Emma.

He knew it was a bad idea. From the moment he saw her leave, he knew she wanted to be alone. But he needed to talk to her.

“Emma?” He asked, walking into the clearing she was sitting in.

“What do you want?” She asked, standing up, obviously still angry at him.

“I just, Emma, I’m sorry,” he sighed. Emma smiled up at him, a sad smile.

“I know you are.” She said, looking very upset, “Which is why I could never be with you again.” Bae stopped short.

“What?” He was completely confused. He had expected a joyful embrace, and some kissing would definitely have been involved.

“Neil, Bae,” She started, one of her hands cupping his cheek, “Do you remember Henry?” Bae nodded, remembering the boy whom Emma had treated as her little brother for as long as he had know her, “I left him behind. And with every day that passes, I’m getting closer to getting back to him, but I’m also getting farther away from him. I--” Emma was cut off by howling off in the distance.

Human howling.

“What the-” Emma started again.

“New recruit.” Bae said, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, “And, Pan said only to howl when- no. No, he couldn’t have found it.” Bae started running towards the camp.

“What, Neil? What couldn’t Pan have found?” Emma yelled after him.

“The truest believer, Emma,” He yelled back, “That’ll buy you some time.”

And then he was gone.

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Felix watched, as everyone was celebrating this Henry boy’s arrival. But Emma wasn’t there, actually, he hadn’t seen her all day.

Felix put two and two together. Pan had been worried earlier, Bae had left for a little while, and Emma was nowhere to be found.

She had run away.

And Felix knew he had to find her, before it was too late. She would be eaten alive by the island.

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Emma stopped for the first time in hours. She had found a campsite--obviously unused-and began to work on it to get it to be livable. She didn’t know where she was, how far she was from the camp, or what the hell she was doing, but she was almost glad to be away from everyone.

She had already went out of firewood, and woven a bunch of long leaves into a shelter cover. She had started her fire and was just sitting there.

She had no idea what to do.

So, she sat there.

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Felix could tell Emma was near.

He saw a thin line of smoke coming through the trees.

And who else could it be?

“Emma?” He called out, as he followed the smoke, “Emma?” He heard rustling and he could tell the fire was put out: he heard the splash of water against hot coals.

He ran towards the sound, and seconds later found himself in an empty clearing. Emma had already left.

“Oh, it’s only you, Felix,” Emma said, dropping out of a tree nearby. Felix almost laughed at her as she did so.

“Wow, Emma, dropping out of a tree, so original.” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” Emma said, narrowing her eyes and pointing a finger in his direction, “No need to get sassy, Mister. And may I remind you, that you made me put out my fire, asshole.” She whispered the last word under her breath, trying to cover up the fact that she was calling him that, but he heard.

“Hey!”

“Just get some firewood. We don’t have time to walk back, Felix. We’re staying the night here.” She ordered.

“As you say, milady,” Felix told her, faux bowing in such an exaggerated way that Emma only choice was to laugh.

“Just go Felix,” she said, smiling at him.

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Hello again.

Weird chapter.

Eh.

xxTMS