Mythical Creature ♆ Peter Pan OUAT (ON HOLD)

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"It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet so shut up" my mouth parted and my eyes were squinted, offended by the boys comment and tried turning myself around. Successfully, I made my way back to my original position to see the older boy that had been rude to Noah when he gave me my knife.

"Excuse me, no one asked for your opinion" I gave him a sharp eye seeing him standing there with a cocky look on his face.

"And no one asked for your complaining" he walked closely which gave me a chance to reach my arms out for his neck.

"Why you little rascal!" I shouted moving aggressively, still aiming for his neck. He pushed my arms off and also pushed me into the tree. The push added more to the pain that had build up in my head making me wince.

"Watch it Dylan" Two other boys came holding him back when he went to go punch my face.

"He started it" I pointed right at Dylan as Pan came walking into the situation. He ignored me and went right up to Dylan who was still struggling. He whispered something in his ear, me of course not wanting to know what he said since Dylan's face had turned pale and his eyes showing fear.

I snickered seeing the all so 'tough' guy turning into a horrific mess. With him shaking his head and begging Pan to have mercy on him.

"Get up" Pan demanded when Dylan had gone on the floor and kneeled down in front of him. Dylan got up faster than any bolt of lighting I've seen and acted as if nothing had just happened.

"Serves you right" I shouted pushing back forward. Pan looked at me in disbelief trying to figure out why I thought that would make it any better.

"Well are going to let me dow-"
My sentence was cut off when all my weight came crashing down to the ground. I stood up falling back down since my feet were still tied to each other. I let myself rest for a few seconds regaining back some of my vision and consciousness.

"Up. Now" I wacked away Pans foot that had been resting in my stomach and got up before complaining to him.

"Don't you think I was joking! Are you really that crazy to hang someone like that?" I hit his chest countless of times and stopped to catch a small breath and continued.

"I mean sure my father has done it before, but that's because he's Captain Hook! You're Peter Pan, someone who takes care of children!" I stepped on his foot and shoved him more. Pan looked confused as if someone had never talked back to him.

"Well stop standing there like a mad man and say something" my hands untangled my hair and I looked straight into his eyes wanting to know if I had won this argument or not.

"Whatever they've been feeding that brain of yours, is all wrong" He looked around seeing the commotion we both started and teleported us back into his room.

"You really think I take care of these boys? That's the most stupidest thing you've said so far" He grabbed my shoulders shaking me back and fourth.

"Well yeah, you even told me yourself that you take care of them" I said softly looking down remembering the memory of when he told me why he had so many boys here with him.

At the time I was seven and he was telling me story's about Neverland on a small deserted beach. The memory seemed so fake and unrealistic knowing that Pan was never like that and instead a cruel boy who only cared about himself.

"You're older now, you should know this by now. That was all an act to get you to stay here" He walked over to his desk and threw the book at me and looked through the crumpled up papers.

I dropped the book on his bed before going up to him wanting to desperately know what he meant by staying here.

"Stay here?" My voice sounded weary and weak. Staying here meant I couldn't be with my family and having to live the rest of my life in this hell hole.

"You're father never wanted you" Pan responded in a monotoned voices still rummaging the pile of papers.

My heart felt like something had just shot at it. It ached in pain at his words. That was a lie, my father loves me. I stumbled back hitting the bed and sitting down trying to get a grip on myself.

"No, you're lying" instead of my usual loud voice it has came out as a small peep. He probably couldn't hear me. My body froze on the bed and my hands grabbed onto the bedsheets not believing what he had said.

"If anything your father's the lier" he said again when he saw I hadn't respond.

"You're lying" I whispered increasing the volume of my voice. I walked up to him now looking at his sad forest eyes.

"You're the l-liar, not m-my father" I stuttered out holding in the tears that had brimmed my eyes. Why on earth was I crying. He was lying after all, my father had always wanted me.

"Melina your father is the reason why your back on this island" he informed me rolling open a scroll he was holding.

"My father was protecting me. He never wanted me back here" I confirmed letting him know what my father was up too. His eyes flashed from anger to realization.

"That's not what this contract states" Pan holds out the paper. I grabbed it almost immediately wanting to prove him wrong. The scroll looked old and had some dust on it. The ink had began to fade out, but that wasn't enough to hide the meaning for this contract.

My eyes wondered across each word reading them over twice. My eyes widened and my grip lightened as I made my way to the end of the large paragraph. Killian Jones.

A tear ended up falling on the paper before another one followed it. I gulped down the sob that was to come and looked up at Pan.

"You monster" I cried ripping up the paper into shreds.

"Melina" he rushed out reaching for my hand. I pulled back letting the papers fall.

"Don't touch me, you liar" he refused and bought me into his hold. I didn't care now that I was crying into his shirt. Why would my father do something like that? Before I was even born. Why would he give me up anyways?

He told me he had loved me. He said he would always protect me and never leave me. He was my father for crying out loud that's what hurt the most. He knew I was going to be taken away yet he didn't tell me anything about any contract. Why? Was it because he never loved me, did he even love my mother?