That Lost Feeling {OUAT fan fiction}

Chapter 13

Wanting to be someone you are not is a waste of the person you are.

- Kurt Cobain

‘Very touching, but I have to interrupt.’ A voice says from my right and I spin around, loading my bow in one move. I have pointed the arrow at Peter Pan’s face, ready to release it. He has no weapons, at least no visible once and he is leaning against a tree like he is just waiting to hang out with his friends. Cocky. I almost release the arrow when I remember I can’t do it here. I need to keep him talking so I can lure him away. I just need him to follow me to the camp.

‘I suppose I’m not the only one who came alone.’ I say and I’m hardly done speaking when the Lost Boys pop up behind the trees and without looking around me I know we’re surrounded. I keep my eyes on Pan and the arrow is still trained at him.

Our last fight...

‘You guessed right.’ Pan says as he pushes himself up against the tree. ‘I’ve already told you, you can’t win this game. This is my game.’

‘That might be true. But I have something to fight for. You don’t.’ I answer getting irritated already. I know this must piss him off, but he doesn’t let it show. Instead he smiles his cocky smile.

‘You are right. But still I’m here to win, Carrie.’ Him saying my name makes me shudder and even though I’m trying to hide it, he noticed.

‘Too bad for you I am too.’ My arm is getting tired for pulling the string and I know I need to make a move fast. I just need him away from here, from Hook.

Well, if the Lost Boys aren’t making the first move, I’ll better do it.

I let go of the arrow, which I know isn’t going to hit Pan as soon as it leaves my bow and it sticks in the tree right at the place Pan’s head was just moments ago. But my arrow  seemed to be the cue. The Lost Boys all launce themselves at my friends and it seemed they have a strategy too. They all pick one person without hesitation. In the time I need to find Pan again, I see Felix running to Hook as I expected. I see Tinkerbell taking out the boy who had her as his target fast.

Here goes my plan to talk to them. It is too late now.

I keep looking around me but I see no Pan. But non of the other Lost Boys is coming at me so I think they are either to busy with their targets, or they have been instructed to leave me alone. I suspect the latter.

But I take this opportunity to lure Pan away from everyone I care about and I take a sprint towards Pan’s camp, which I can already see though the leaves. Multiple branches scratch my arms, but I don’t slow down and I keep my bow ready to use. I enter an open space where Pan’s mirthless camp is with just a few blankets as beds. It is totally empty and I know Pan is watching me, playing me. But he doesn’t know that this is exactly what I want him to do. I use his absence to run even further away from the fighting group until they are out of hearing range and I can’t see anyone any more. Then I slow down to a hunting pace and listen as hard as I can. He can’t hide forever and I know he won’t.

‘Don’t be shy, Peter, come out and fight.’ I say, knowing he will hear. ‘You’re such a coward.’ I add when he doesn’t show, knowing it will piss him off.

Hook told me about him being the village coward when he still was an adult. Before he decided to stay in Neverland.

He pops up in frond of me just as expected, just a few feet away.

‘You think you can really beat me? This is my island.’ He says, clearly annoyed by my comment.

‘Try me.’ I say, much more confident because we are further away from the big fight. I just have to hit him. And hoping he’ll bleed to death…