VOLATILE (I) : peter pan ouat

When the Sun's Glow Happened

I'm lucky I grabbed lunch before heading out to search for Pan, seeing as I've been looking for about three hours now yet have had less than any luck finding him. Not at the beach, not in his fort, not at the cages.

I've decided to head up to the falls now, which is a good hour's walk from here. If he's not there, when I find him, I'm going to kill him.

I whip out my dagger, playing with it between my fingers. I chuck it up into the air, and it spins around before I catch it on the way down. My arm brings it back and I snap it out, like I saw Harry do with his knife. The dagger flies through the air before it collides with a tree trunk. I jog forward, attempting to pull it out of the wood. It's in very deep, nearly to the hilt.

I twist it about until it comes out, knocking me off balance. I fall, landing on the ground.

Less than comfortable.

A sound, like a footstep, echoes out behind me. I turn my head in the direction, sweeping my feet out under me and crouching. I peek around the trees, but see nobody. The sound continues, so I move, closer to it, pulling out my dagger and peering out towards it from behind a tree.

It's Eric and Sam, Sam holding Eric, pulling forward. His feet scrape along the ground, trailing behind the two.

He's unconscious.

I dart towards them, holding out my dagger as a defense. I grab hold of Eric by his arm, latching the knife at his throat. Sam lets go of the boy, and I pull him tighter to me. Holding the dagger up against his skin, I crack my neck.

Sam cracks a frown at me. "Let him go."

"Where are your friends, huh?" I demand. "They hiding out in the trees? Looking for more people to ambush?"

"Put him down." He demands.

"I'm not going to hurt him. I slash his throat, he could bleed out, but if you lunge at me I wouldn't have the chance to dig deep enough." I drag the dagger across his neck, before holding the tip against the side of his neck. "Now, if I were to say, plunge it into his throat."

I stiffen my arm, and begins to turn white at the force. Sam flinches.

His friends aren't here, they would've attacked me by now.

"What do you want?" He spits.

I shrug. "What everybody wants. You to die."

"That's non-negotiable." He stands his ground.

"Then I'll make a compromise." I spit. "On your knees."

He doesn't move.

This may be awful, but Sam deserves this. He and Eric have killed people. Eric nearly killed me in fact.

I slide the dagger down slightly, letting Eric's skin crack open. A small cut, but the blood trickles down.

"I said, on your knees." I emphasis every syllable.

He gets down on his knees, glaring up at me.

"Your bow and arrows, get them off." I command. "Your sword too. In fact, the whole cloak needs to go, as well as the belt below it."

He begrudgingly follows my orders, knocking aside all the equipment. It clangs against the ground, and though he is weaponless, he uses his eyes as knives. He's fuming out the sides, threatening to boil over.

"Happy?" He rolls his eyes.

"Like I said, not while you are alive." I tell him.

"What do you want?"