Wanting Neverland {On Break To Edit!}

Peter Pan~Chapter Two

The figure revealed itself as boy who seemed to be a few years younger than me. He moved his torch in my direction to catch a glimpse of my face.

He had blonde messy hair with shiny, dark blue eyes that seemed to carry no emotion. He wore a torn dark green shirt and dark jeans along with brown archery gloves that wrapped around his middle fingers.

"You shouldn't be out here, tomorrow is the day of the sun, it's dangero-" he stopped mid sentence as his eyes drifted to my MP3.

His eyes became dark and hooded "where did you get that?" He said, his voice much lower than before.

"What? I bought it. Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I began to step back getting ready to run.

"You're not from here, are you?" He said, his voice still low and mischievous.

I flung myself around and sprinted without a second thought. My legs moved on there own twisting and turning through the trees. I couldn't hear footsteps, but I could feel him on my tail.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and suddenly, I felt a strike of pain shoot out from my foot and up my leg. I screamed in pain and stumbled towards the floor. Before I could fall to the ground, two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back up.

It was the same boy.

He pinned me against himself and moved the cloth he was carrying in his left hand to my face.

I felt powder fly up my nose and let out a shriek. Almost instantly my eyes felt heavy and the world became hazy, I was being drugged.

Desperately I attempted to squirm away, but I couldn't. Before I blacked out I shifted my eyes as far back as I could and caught a glimpse of the boy...wings?

He had a glorious pair of large, feathery, pitch black wings sprouting from his back.

What. The. Actual. Hell.

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I forced my eyes open, feeling a sharp pain shooting down my arms and left leg. I tried to move, but realized I wasn't on the floor. I looked down to my dangling legs then up to my shackled hands. I was relieved that my clothes were still on, but I had to do something.

Quickly I scanned the room trying to become familiar with my surroundings. I was in a small circular room that was made of creamy colored bricks.

There was a small window I could possibly fit through and a dark brown door that I presumed was locked. The only other thing in the room with me was an open chest with powder in it.

I had to get out of here.

I looked at the floor one more time and noticed the small pools of blood under my left foot. When I was running, I must have injured it.

Me and my stupid clumsiness.

The door creaked open and the boy stepped in, without wings, thank God.

I had decided that I just hallucinated it, since I was in the process of being drugged by whatever the hell that powder shit was.

I gave the boy a scowl and he seemed taken off guard by it.

"You're awake." He said, his voice suddenly not sounding as dangerous as before.

"Yes, I am. Now can you please be so kind to take me down, my arms are sore." I replied in distaste.

"No." He said simply and taunted me with a smirk.

"Tell me where I am, you bastard!" I spat.

"Fine. But I warn you, you won't like the answer." He said giving me a glance before continuing.