Peters' lost girl

Bonfire

The two leaders finally returned to the camp where they were pleased to see the lost Boys making preparations for the nights activities, a group of boys emerged from the trees on the far side of the camp perimeters with bundles of sticks and logs in their arms laughing loudly amongst themselves as they passed a smaller group of younger boys who were watching Felix with concentrated stares as he showed them how to properly start a fire which is an essential skill for all lost boys to learn.

As Scarlett's gaze swept accross the camp surveying every group of boys activities a single lost boy stood out to her he had detached himself from his group of hunters and was creeping up behind the tree in which Henry was still glumly sat under, she knew this lost Boys name to be Devin one of the more troublesome boys in their camp always trying to pick a fight and prove he is stronger than them all, as Scarlett tugged on Peters hand gaining his attention Devin picked up a spear which was laying close by by this point both Peter and Scarlett had stopped in their tracks to watch the scene unfold a small smirk made its way onto Peters lips as he glances down and the fiery red he's who was furiously yanking on his hand in excitement as she watched the two boys interact and glint of mischief flew across her eyes as she glances up at Peter for a split second before focusing all her attention onto the two boys.

By now Devin had taken the spear in hand and reached out to roughly stab Henry in the back of the leaving Henry to cry out "hey stop that" Devin prodded a few more times before chuckling darkly to himself giving the new boy a murderous look from his dark shadowed eyes "so, you're the kid pans been looking for all this time" scoffing Devin lunges to nudge Henry again, henrys eyes flash with slight fear as he stands to his feet and turns to face the lost boy "ask him" Henry mumbles before going to  walk to an different area of the camp, being the confrontational type Devin didnt let Henry go that easy and advanced towards the younger boy letting out a war like cry before being frozen in place which made all the boys stop their chanting and hollering and turn towards the direction of the surge of power an their gaze landed on a content looking Pan and a giggling giddy bundle of fiery red curls they know as Scarlett who's grin would challenge even the Cheshire cat, her feline like grin suddenly dropped into a baby-like pout as she childishly stomped her foot and  turned herself so that her whole body was facing Peter though she still clutched relentlessly to his hand.

"Peter! why did you stop him?!it was just getting good!" demanded only to receive a chuckle in response, Peter glanced down at the shorter girl his forest green eyes gleaming which mischief "well my dear would you rather them continue to fight whit just blunt sticks of how about a real sword, hey Henry fancy trying that?"  Peter smiles cynically as a cloud of green smoke surrounds his hand and vanishes to reveal a sword in which Henry could only imagine would be worth of being wielded by his grandfather as Peter advanced to Henry extending the grand sword towards him, Henry began stumbling backwards shaking his head viciously "n-no i cant, i don't know how" the frightened boy exclaimed when he realised Peter wasn't stopping any time soon, the demonic teen still advancing rapidly towards him until his back hit the harsh bark of a tree, Peter merely inches from him now wielding the mighty  sword in one hand and quickly seizing one of Henry's wrists dragging him back to the centre of the group of lost boys that had congregated in the middle of camp.

When Peter successfully managed to get Henry back into the centre of the lost boys he released his wrist leading to the boy collapsing on the dirty ground, looking up at Peter with frightened eyes he almost missed the sword being thrown in his direction and managed to roll out of the way merely missing his shoulder by millimetres, his breath hitched and he clambered to his feet panting viciously, staring in disbelief towards Pan who now had his back turned towards the young boy, hunched over slightly as if calculating his next move in his mind. Suddenly darting his head up with such eagerness he scans the crowd of lost boys for the individual he needs, his demon eyes land on the giggling red head in the back of the crowd and he advanced towards her with such determination its hard not to watch his every move. the sea of lost boys parted with each step he took closer to the girl until she came into view, and when she noticed Peter's menacing stare on her the Cheshire cat grin that was already spread widely across her face seemed to grow ten times bigger when she realised what he wanted her to do.

Scarlett could not stop the manic giggle from escaping her lips as she made eye contact with Peter she instantly knew what he was thinking and could not agree more with him, and with this simple silent exchange between the two Scarlett let out a loud squeal and threw herself towards Peter who caught her with waiting arms and carried her back towards a trembling Henry who was now watching the two with and unreadable expression on his face, for he could not understand why on earth a girl such as Scarlett is so infatuated by Pan. Never the less he watched the couple with curious eyes as the drew closer to where he was stood, frozen in place by pure fear. Clambering out of Peters warm embrace in what could only be described as the most unladylike manner imaginable, making Peter chuckle in admiration at his little lost girl, Scarlett advanced the last few steps towards Henry till they were almost nose to nose.

Ragged breathing is all that could be heard through the camp due to the girls giddy outburst mere moments ago, she turns to the bewailed boy and grins a sickening grin to rival the demonic smirk of Peter Pan himself, all the boys watched the scene in front of them with fierce eyes knowing whatever was about to occur would be something not to be missed. "So Henry fancy a REAL sword fight?" the wild girl questioned as her eyes some sort of fire that Henry could not quite put his finger on but strangely recognised from somewhere, licking his lips and quickly darting his eyes everywhere but the girl he finally replied "i dont want to hurt anyone, i dont want to play your games, i just want to go home" no sooner had these last words left the young boys lips the whole camp burst into roars of laughter, but not the kind in which they have found something funny, no , this laughter held something much more darker and sinister under its surface. The howls of demonic laughter were soon drawn to a close when a loud THUD echoed through the crowd and once again all eyes landed upon the fiery girl in the centre who held a thunderous look upon her face, she swiftly spins on her heel to come face to face with a very disapproving Peter "now now dearie whats the temper tantrum for" he asks the girl just as she was about to stomp her foot for a second time before meeting Peters stern but loving stare, lowering her foot slowly to the ground she sighed heavily "if the boy doesnt want to have any fun what am i going to do Peter?!" she slumped her shoulders and looked up though her lashed at the tall boy before her, jutting out her bottom lip ever so slightly, knowing there is no way he or any of the boys on the island can resist making her happy. A collective gasp echos through camp and whispers emerge catching Henrys attention " for the love of nightshade shes doing it again look away boys"..." dont look you know know what happens when we look" many other comments were made among the boys. Peter however couldnt resist the look of the unhappy girl so tucking some of her auburn curls behind her ear leaving his large hand to cup her cheek and rest there as he looks over the sea of lost boys trying to find a way to occupy and please his number one girl. 

His forest green eyes land on Felix...