VOLATILE (I) : peter pan ouat

When a Scratching Happened

I feel the blast, but the blast doesn't hit me. I look up as I watch Sam fly away, his body hitting a tree. He slumps down, and I can only hope that he isn't dead.

That way, I can kill him myself.

I notice Pan, the one who made Sam fly off. He snaps his fingers and my restraints come off, slowly fading away.

I move off the ground, swaying back and forth. He hit me really hard, Sam did. My knees buck beneath me but Pan reaches out and holds me up.

I turn to Pan and he looks at me, almost shocked.

"How'd you find me?" I ask.

"I knew where to look," he answers. "Figured I'd give you a ride home."

I nod, before shrugging my hand out of his wrist. It took me a few seconds to realise he hadn't let me go.

He looks away, and walk over towards Sam.

Red blood runs like a river down his forehead, pooling on the ground beside him. My fingers find his neck, but they don't find his pulse. As much as I wish I could've killed him, I can't hep but be thankful that at least he's dead. He won't be a problem anymore.

"Where's Fred?" I ask, looking around.

"Fred was here?" Pan asks.

I nod, swaying slightly. "We've got to get to the cave before Fred does. Otherwise, he and Dominique will move them."

"What cave?" He asks.

I gesture behind me with my free hand, as the other holds myself up against the tree. "The one with the paintings, and the rope and-"

Pan catches me before I hit the ground, but he lowers me down.

"Just, teleport us to the cave." I tell him.

"I don't know where I'm teleporting to." He answers. "You don't exactly have a way with words."

I groan as I stand up, moving myself forward along the trees.

"Like I said," Pan explains. "You aren't much use to me when you're like this."

"Heal me then." I instruct.

He scoffs. "You wouldn't like that."

"Do you want to get to Felix or not?" I demand.

He raises a hand and a searing pain irrupts in my scalp. It feels like I'm on fire.

I stand up, dizzier than before. "What the hell was that?"

"Healing," he answers.

I hold my hand to my head, covering the hand in blood. I wipe the blood on to my pants, only to notice the cuts on my hand have completely healed. Scarred over, but I don't care all that much about that.

I take a step forward, but everything feels faint. "Listen, can you just track us? We weren't exactly graceful moving through the forest."

He turns around, staring at everything. "How do you expect me to do that?"

This is so frustrating. "I don't know. You've lived on an island for nearly a thousand years for Christ's sake."

He chuckles, before smacking a grin. "Yeah, sure."

"It should be maybe half a mile east of here?" I spit, dizzy but still annoyed. "Teleport us there."

They said we were heading closer to the camp, and from what I know, the camp is west from where they are hiding out. It's at least worth a shot.