Neverland

Chapter 5

"Where the hell are we going?"

"Don't use those words." The leader snarled. "Those are adult words."

I raised an eyebrow at his cold demeanor but shut my mouth nonetheless. So what, now I can't curse in front of a bunch of kids I still can't figure out are real or not?

"We have an underground shelter. There's beds, food and water if you need it." His tone seemed force, and he only said the last part when the tiny woman seemed to have scolded him.

I could only stare at the tiny thing for so long. It -or she? Well, she radiated her own light, and was dressed in a green dress made out of a leaf. She couldn't speak, only make soft bell sounds. Her blonde hair was tied up into a bun and she had little green flats with white puffs at the toes.

"What are you?" I asked slowly. She seemed to notice my staring, and slightly hesitated before chiming.

"She's a fairy." The leader's voice was agitated, as if it was something I should've known.

"But..." I trailed, "Fairies aren't real."

The blonde kid stopped dead in his tracks, and the 'fairy''s light flickered.

He spun to face me, his eyes were cold and he twisted his face in fury. He stepped closer to me, his face inches from mine eyes intensely staring into mine.

I can honestly say I have never felt so intimidated, especially by a 12 year old.

"Take that back." He bit.

I tried to back away from the 4'9 boy, but my back immediately rammed into a tree. I tried not scold myself for being scared of a boy 6 inches shorter than me, but those eyes never held so much hate.

"What?"

"What you said, take it back." His voice shook and he kept glancing back at the tiny figure.

"Look kid," I scoffed, "You're too old to believe in Fairies, don't you think?"

The boy didn't answer me, but instead turned to the flying woman. She looked alarmed, checking herself as if she were looking for injuries, before looking back at me with confusion etched on her face.

"Tinker Bell, you're okay?" The boy seemed confused as well, like he was expecting something horrible to happen suddenly and it never did. A few more chimes from the floating woman named Tinker Bell- what a weird name- and the boy was nodding along as if he could understand her and was agreeing.

"That's right, she's a grown up. It doesn't affect you." He breathed a sigh of relief, but still managed to shoot me daggers with his piercing eyes.

"What's your name anyway?" He wrinkled his nose, like him talking to me was the equivalent of picking up dog droppings.

"Adison, but you can call me Adi." I spoke with sarcasm, not really wanting to talk to this kid at all. But I suppose I can't call him 'kid' forever.

"What about yours?"

"Dylan." He grunted, already starting to walk again. I ignored his rude demeanor and stalked behind him, avoiding the particularly tall branches that Dylan didn't have to worry about.

We walked for about 15 minutes, and I had the constant nagging fear that Dylan didn't know where he was going and we were just getting more lost.

Before I could ask him if he knew where he was going, he came to a sudden stop. I stumbled on a root trying not to run into him, but even if I did it would've been his fault for just stopping out of no where.

"Why'd you do that?" I was agitated and you could hear it in my voice. He only shrugged, crouching down to the earth and picking up a large rock. I froze, thinking he was going to throw it at my head and make a run for it, but instead he used it to hit on the trunk of a tree to the right of us.