Neverland

Chapter 20

Omg guys we're at chapter 20! :D! This update took me forever for some reason, but I thought of it, and, on a whim, I went with it. We'll see where it goes... -Kat <33

Peter was gone when the screams woke me.

I jumped out of the tent into the smoke filled air. The entire camp had been set afire. I looked around, but Peter was nowhere to be seen. Lost boys staggered out of their tents, coughing and hacking. I stumbled around the camp, throwing open tents and checking for boys caught inside. I found about three boys almost passed out from the smoke, and dragged them to the center of the camp.

That’s when I saw Peter.

He was hovering in midair above the camp, a murderous look on his face.

“NO!” he screamed out loud. “I AM THE DEMON. I AM THE MOST POWERFUL, AND I WILL NOT BE BEATEN BY SOME IDIOTIC GIRL PLAYING AT A WICH.” He screamed, and the flames burst higher, blazing brighter than before, and then died out completely, leaving the charred black skeletons of the tents behind.

I looked up to see Peter surrounded by what appeared to be a shimmering red aura.

It was the last thing I saw before the blunt object collided with my head and I blacked out.

The first thing I was aware of was the rocking of the floor beneath me.

The next thing I was aware of was the killer headache throbbing in my skull.

My eyes fluttered open and I slowly took in the area around me.

The floor and walls were made of wood, and the trim lining the corner where the ceiling and walls met was elegantly decorated with leaves and branches. Other than that the room was practically empty except for a small, empty desk in the corner. I tried to walk to the door, only to find my ankle shackled to the wall behind me.

I glanced back at the wall behind me, something had caught my eye.

A small round porthole was stationed higher up the wall. Damn my short stature. I could just see the water line out of the circular window if I jumped, and I verified my theory that I was on a boat somewhere. I sank down against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest.

Now here was the question.

How the hell did I get here?

Oh, but I already knew the answer.

I knew even before the door in front of me swung open dramatically to reveal Sloane in all her dark and powerful glory. Despite her intimidating and impressive entrance, I managed a bored look. “Took you long enough,” I said with an air of indifference as I picked at my nails.

She swept silently into the room, and was followed by a boy, my age or maybe a year older. His hair was as dark as his eyes were bright, a brilliant blue that was only accentuated by his high cheek bones. His eyes were kind, and, compared to Sloane’s cold glare, he looked about as mean as a bunny rabbit. “So,” I said, finally looking up at the woman standing in front of me, “I assume you brought me here for a reason?”

“Oh, I think our dear Peter needs to be taught a lesson or two, don’t you think?... I just don’t believe that he quite understands the… extent or my power.”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

“This is because he called you a girl playing with magic, isn’t it?”

Sloane laughed her high-pitched, short, staccato laugh.

“Oh, please, this goes far beyond some childish insult.”