Angel (Peter Pan Fanfic)

Slipping

1,2,3,4,5...2,4,6,8... Breathe... Breathe... Don't let it slip... Don't let it slip... Lyla opened her eyes again, managing to hold her composure. Sweat bloomed along her hairline and she grit her teeth. The Lost Girl's arms shook with the effort it took to keep her body ram-rod straight in her handstand. Her arms burned like hell. Her abs were on fire. This is practically hell...

Lyla cursed Peter Pan. She cursed herself. She couldn't believe she got herself in this situation. First she lets it slip that she was really good at gymnastics then she gets herself in trouble. Now she's doing handstands for eternity.

The past couple days she'd gotten especially reckless. She'd been getting in trouble a lot. However, Pan had been going pretty light on the punishments which only pissed Lyla off more. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Even pain. Or anger. Or hate.

Today she might have insinuated that Pan and Felix were in a relationship. Multiple times. It wasn't her fault. Really. Aaron set the joke up perfectly and Lyla couldn't help but complete it. But actions have consequences and Lyla guesses this is hers.

"Aaaaaand...Time!" Peter Pan shouted. Lyla fell over immediately, gasping and rubbing her trembling arms. "Impressive sweetheart. I guess you really weren't lying about being a gymnast."

"You are such a dick Pan," Lyla hissed at him, trying to regain feeling in her numb arms. When the Ruler of Neverland started to walk away and didn't respond Lyla couldn't seem to restrain herself. "Not that I blame you. I mean, you are what you eat right?" She snarked.

All the Lost Boys around them held their breath. The little Lost Boys looked around, lost and confused, the joke flying way above their heads. Peter Pan froze before slowly turning around to face Lyla, eyes blazing.

Lyla smirked at him cockily. She didn't even care that he could kill her for disrespecting him. She didn't care that she didn't stand a chance against him. She didn't care how careless and near-suicidal she was being. Nothing matters anymore anyways...

At least that was Lyla's thinking process. The hell did she care if Pan killed her. What was she living for anyway. She was alone on this island. Abandoned by her father, Apollo, God. At least she provoked Pan into killing her, maybe then she'd see her mom. Oh wait. That's right, my mom never even wanted me...

Quicker than Lyla thought possible, she was up against a tree. Pan's forearm digging into her throat and the rough bark digging rivets in her back. Now we're getting somewhere...

Pan spoke low through clenched teeth," I hope you realize how merciful I'm being right now. The only reason that you're still standing is because you're not well."

Lyla rolled her eyes in irritation. Come on! Do something! I want to feel... something... anything... fear at least...

"Oh what a lame excuse. I am perfectly fine. You've gone soft Peter Pan. You're pathetic," she insulted him.

Peter Pan ground his teeth together. He let out a harsh laugh. "Oh that's rich coming from you. You're weak! You're nothing! Just a lonely little Lost Girl. Unwanted and unloved," Pan hissed the words harshly. I know...I know... Lyla thought.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I mean seriously! I think I've broken almost every single one of your rules. Some repeatedly. Why don't you just kill me already?!" Lyla shouted in his face.

Peter Pan's anger was joined with confusion and concern. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you?! Do you have some kind of a death wish?!"

A bit yeah... Lyla pushed past him and the Boy King let her. Lyla breathed calmly as she could as she walked off to her treehouse. Breathe... Breathe... 1,2,3,4,5... Don't let them see you slip... Don't let them see you slip... Lyla heard the hushed whispers of the Lost Boys as she walked away and chose to ignore them.