That Lost Feeling {OUAT fan fiction}

Chapter 2

The greatest enemy of a good plan is the dream of a perfect plan.

-Carl von Clausewitz

I meant it when I told Pan I don’t know what to believe anymore, but that doesn’t mean I believe Neverland exists. Maybe it does. See, I don’t know.

I feel pretty messed up right now, so I’m glad when the sleep comes and makes me forget all of it for a few hours. To bad it isn’t long enough, because I wake up way to soon, disorientated again, looking around when I realize I’m in Pan’s camp.

I wake up in Pan’s camp…

Shouldn’t I wake up at home on my porch?

If this is a dream this is a hell of a long dream. I catch myself thinking the word if.

Someone has put a blanket over me after I fell asleep, but I have no idea who. I don’t care actually.

I’m not going to stick around long enough to find out who. I’m getting out of here as soon as possible. I guess I believe now that this is not a dream. It goes against everything I know to be real, but I believe I’m in Neverland and that the boy shooting arrows at a tree right now is actually Peter Pan.

Well, I’ve always been weird.

But if this is Neverland, I don’t know it rules. I don’t know how to play by them and how to win. Maybe it is better to find out how things work here before I take off.

I don’t want any surprises on the road.

I need to know more before I make a plan. And I need to know what Pan wants from me. I’m pretty sure he didn’t take me here out of the goodness of his heart. I can read peoples characters pretty easy and something’s telling me I don’t want to be on the wrong side of him. Me being here has to be in his advantage and I’d like to know how.

So you’re finally here I see…

So this is her?

What do you think?

The voices echo through my head and I try to figure out what they mean, but before I can think about it any longer, Pan notices I’m awake and walks up to me, leaving the others still shooting.

‘Still don’t believe this is Neverland?’

Well good morning to you too, I think irritated.

‘To be fair, I do believe.’ I’d better admit it to myself now and make it sound real. Pan looks impressed.

Without a warning he pulls out his knife and throws it right at me. I see it flying to me and I duck, feeling the knife stick into the tree just a inch above my head. In a reflex I turn, yank out the blade and point it at Peter.

‘Are you crazy? You could have killed me!’ I shout at him, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rushing through my veins. He just smiles at me.

‘No I wouldn’t have.’ He says completely calm, ignoring my shouting. ‘I believed I wouldn’t hit you so I didn’t.’

Is this guy crazy?

‘Yeah, because I ducked!’

‘You don’t get it, do you? All you have to do is to believe.’

I lower the knife a little and I notice all the lost boys are staring at me.

‘Go on, try it.’ Peter points to a tree with a target drown at the other side of the camp. I want to walk closer to it, but he stops me.