His Precious Bird (Peter Pan/Robbie Kay)

Taken

The camp was running like usual. The youngest lost boys were either playing, or foraging for barriers and nuts. The older lost boys were either out hunting, or playing dangerous games with hunting knives. I was a little further away from camp, practicing with my crossbow. Peter had some targets set up on trees for practicing purposes. I shoot the center of the bullseye every time without fail, I really don't know why I'm practicing at this point.

Suddenly, a pare of arms snake around my waist from behind. I instantly know its Peter because nobody else would dare touch me in such a way. Felix thought Peter's public display of affection would ruin his leader image, but if anything, it makes the lost boys obey him more. Since the moment everyone found out Peter and I were together, the older lost boys wouldn't even look in my direction without fearing that Peter would eradicate them for looking at his 'precious' girl.

"Would you fancy a walk in the woods with me?" he whispers in my ear, his English accent tugging at my heart strings.

"What's the occasion?" I ask, firing at another target and making another bullseye.

"We need another turkey" he confesses.

"Fine, but only because you asked nicely" I tease, expressing fake frustration and giving him a peck on the lips.

We walk to the same area in Neverland that I got the last turkey from. We walk hand in hand and give each other the occasional kiss on the cheek. We suddenly freeze in our tracks when we start to hear strange noises. At first, we thought it was just animals moving amongst the brush, but then we heard a whispering voice.

"I'm gonna go investigate" says Peter, grabbing my arm slightly. "Stay here and wait for me."

I nod my head in response and he walks off, disappearing into the brush. I can't help but feel paranoid, knowing that there might be someone out there waiting to kill us. I then realized something, what if the person was waiting for Peter to walk away? What if they were trying to get me alone? I hear the noises again and I lift my crossbow and wait for whoever is waiting in the brush to come out. Suddenly, a hand is pressed to my mouth in an attempt to keep me silent. Panic rushes through me and I drop my crossbow at my feet. I pull at the person's arm and try to scream, but its no use.

"Shhh, hush now love" the person calmly whispers in my ear. Its a man with an English accent, but I know its not Peter's and that makes me even more frightened. Without thinking, I quickly elbow him in the stomach in an attempt to escape his clutches. He gasps and lets me go, falling to his knees and holding his stomach. I pick up my crossbow and aim it at him. He sports a whole outfit made of black leather, complete with a black leather trench coat. He has jet black hair and ocean blue eyes. Lastly, he only has one hand, the other one is taken place by a hook. Given that characteristic, I instantly knew who he was. He rises to his feet and sees that I'm armed, but doesn't seem to be fazed by it.

"Relax, I'm not gonna kill you" he speaks, reaching into his trench coat pocket and pulling out a flask. "Unless you give me a reason to."

"What do you want?" I exclaim, keeping my crossbow aimed at him. He takes a swig of the liquid inside his flask, which I assume is alcohol, and puts it back in his trench coat pocket.

"At least give me a chance to introduce myself, sweetheart" he says, bowing his head. "Captain Killian Jones, but most people call me Hook."

"I know who you are" I utter, not moving an inch from my position.

"You do?" he questions, raising his eyebrows like Peter does.

"Yes, its hard to explain" I reply, remembering the Captain Hook from my lost story book.

"That's alright, because I know who you are too" he declares, sauntering over to me till he's right in front of me and whispers "Alaina."

 "HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?" I shout, jumping back and keeping my aim.

"All I can say is that I was touched to see yours and Pan's loving moment on the beach earlier today" he revealed.

"I thought we were alone" I say softly, letting my crossbow down in defeat.

"Is anyone ever truly alone on this island, love?" he responds, flashing a cocky smile. He walks up to me and places his index finger under my chin.

"So you're the lass Pan has been waiting for all these years" he utters more to himself than me. I yank my chin away from his touch and he smiles. "You're his one true weakness."

"I'll ask you again Hook" I whisper, looking into his eyes with disgust. "What do you want?"

"Oh darling, if you think its you I want, you're sadly mistaken" he says, nodding his head to something behind me. Before I can react, a bag is shoved over my head by a person behind me. All I see is black as the person ties my hands and feet with what feels like rope. I then feel myself being thrown over someone's shoulder.

"PETER, PETER HELP ME!!" I scream over and over.

"Thank you for your assistance Mr. Smee" Hook voices to another person.

"My pleasure Captain" the person reply's.

"Oh, and to answer your question, Alaina" Hook suddenly speaks. "Its Pan that I want, I'm just using you to get to him."