Peter Pan Imagines

Remember This Part 9

Peter POV:
"Damn it!" Peter reappeared at camp, beads of nervous sweat beading across his forehead. He ran to his stock of potions inside of a large tree trunk just at the edge of the lost boy territory. Peter waved his hand over the bark and a chest rose up out of the tree's roots with a loud crack.

"The elixir, where is it?" Peter opened the trunk then ripped through its contents manically, sending every vial of pixie dust and every beaker of wolfsbane crashing to the ground.

"You won't find it there." A hollow voice turned Peter around. A tall figure wearing a black cloak down to his leather boots stood in the shade of the woods.

Peter backed away from the chest slowly with a raging anger. "Where the hell did you take it?" He growled.

"That's not for you to know." The voice was metallic and rung about the room like a tuning fork. The tone was feminine, but also deep and serious with a slight yet subtle mocking pitch. The cloaked figure drew out a bronze pistol from under its satin-like form and pointed it toward Peter. "If you want her to live, come with us."

"You took her?" Peter grew angrier by the second. "I swear if you hurt Nicole, I'll end each and every one of you!"

"We have no plans to hurt her, if you comply."

"And if I don't?"

"We will both have a dead lost girl on our hands."

A silence hung through the woods with distant echoes of explosions and gunfire.

"Why?" Peter uttered, his teeth gritted in defeat. "Why do you humans insist on controlling this island?" He lifted both his hands slowly with his head hung low as the figure glided over, its footsteps barely crunching the leaves beneath its feet.

"After long and careful observation, the island itself is worthless. Now you," The figure's metallic voice chuckled. "You seem to be the anomaly, Peter Pan." The cloak bound his hands with bronze wire, the same material as his gun. "I'm glad you made the right choice." The figure grabbed hold of the wire and disappeared with Peter in toe. The cloud of dust it left behind was also a bronze color and left a metallic sheen on all the trees and leaves nearby.

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Nicole POV:

"AAAAA!" I woke with a sharp pain in my chest...it was my heart again, wherever it was. It still beat steadily, but the familiar threading feeling was again present within my body. Where was I? I opened my eyes slowly, the bright lights making it difficult to make out anything. Once my eyes adjusted, I found myself in a room, slowly swaying back and forth. It was a boat, I knew it. There were no windows in this room, only brightly shining oil lamps with walls coated in black paint. I was laid upon a rug, one that smelled more familiar than I would have liked. It was a musk, the musk of an old house upon a hill abandoned by a lost brother; it smelled just like my room.

Footsteps clamored above me like a stampede of leather boots just minutes after I'd woken up. I struggled to move but found that the combined pain in my body and the restraints I was tied in limited my movement.

A door I hadn't noticed before due to the similar coloring to the black wall opened suddenly, sending a troop of four people into the room I was held in. Each of them dressed in soldier uniforms, dark blue ones like when the camp was invaded. The strange thing about these men was how they were standing, as if they were awaiting someone's arrival. The door had closed just shortly after they walked in, but they stood silently as if a commander had yet to present himself.

"Hello?" I muttered, biting my lip from the pain. "Where am I? Where's Peter?"

They said nothing, just stood there like great statues of flesh and bone.