Tiger Lily

chapter 5- Crying in the Night

2009 New York. Manhattan

 I adjusted myself as the museum's assistant came in with my Coke.  She was of French descent, long brunette hair and steel gray eyes. She glared at me as I took a nervous sip; she was jealous of my youth and beauty. I smiled mockingly at her glare. She was about twenty, with hips and a large bust. I leaned back and started looking at my emails. " Miss Watson," a male called.

 "Yes, that's me," I said tucking my phone back into my bag. I stood and walked past a glass door to shake the hand of the owner.

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1646, Neverland: Day 1

 I took an anxious step back from Pan. "What did you say?" I said pushing my loose hair back.

"I said, I wanted you here and I always get what I want. Do I need to say it again?" I shook my head no. Pan's obnoxious smirk returned," Good. Welcome to Neverland."  He took my long arm and pulled me close to him,breathing in my ear. The ear that my father had bitten through. Then I felt my feet get lifted off the solid ground and my boots start to swing in the air. I started to freak out, my arms started to shake in his hands.

"Put me down," I commanded shaking my legs. He looked at me with cold humor.

"Why, Tiger, that sounds like you're afraid of heights." At this he shot up higher, causing my heart to stop for a second. I started to scream, "What's that," he called wickedly," you want higher?!" He pulled me up past the treeline and into the sky.

"LET ME DOWN," I screamed a tear going down my cheek. He laughed cruelly.

"Okay Ma'am. If you want down I'll put you down." Then he dropped me. Gravity took affect immediately; I plummeted to the ground. My heart was racing; the cold wind blew my hair in front of my face, my back facing the ground. I hit a tall tree branch, hearing my wrist snap. I let out one scream and closed my eyes.

I felt my body get lifted by two strong arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was crying into his green shirt. He landed me in the middle of a clearing. I sprung from his hands and pushed him away,"Damn you Peter Pan, damn you!!" I recognized the Lost Boys camp. I ran towards the fire pit crying out for help. Felix rushed out of the bushes with the same languid expression on his face, stopping directly in front of my path.

"Nobody can hear you, little Tiger," He said laughing with Pan. I stared at the traitor.

"Tiger Lily, "Pan said coming closer to me," nobody is here except you, me, and Felix. Everybody is out hunting. And I made it extra hard today." His left eyebrow was raised and he wore an evil, knowing smirk. I looked at him challengingly, ready to fight them. Then Pan grabbed my left wrist. Which was broken from the fall. I fell to my knees, writhing in pain. Black spots danced in my vision. I tried to pull away, but he had the grip of the dead.

"Tell her why she's here, Pan," Felix said laughing at my pain. I glared up at him and bared my teeth. He only smiled bigger at my reaction.

"Well, Tiger Lily," Pan said grabbing my biceps and squeezing tightly," You have  a special talent. A talent that will fix all our problems... something that I want you to cultivate and be proud of. Alright? Now some rules. Never run away from me, I know where you are at all times. And for God's sakes don't try to kill me, it will never work. Lastly, never, ever apologize there is no need for the words 'I'm sorry' here. Understand."

I nodded and felt his nose in my loose hair. He released my arms and I took a halting step towards Felix. I brushed my tears  away and looked at Pan. " I need to rest for a few hours. It's been to overwhelming." I added a small little girl smile in at the end, to ensure my success.
"What , your gonna pass out, little girl? Guess what, Tiger, your lost now. Nobody is coming for you. You're good as dead to your tribe."  I gasped, he had just read my thoughts! " You must wait a few moments for the campfire to start, we all are so anxious to see you dance." His mocking smirk came back. I resisted the urge to stomp my feet and scream for help.
" Fine, Pan. I'll dance for your little fire. Where will my room be at the end of the night," I asked darkly. I groaned when he laughed at the comment. I flipped my hair behind my shoulder and don't over to a log by the fire pit.
" Throw a fit all you like Tiger Lily. You still aren't free," he said disappearing into the woods with Felix. I looked after them, knowing that Pan was right. I wasn't free, I was stuck here indefinitely.
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2009, New York. Manhattan
The old man owned the museum. He had thinning white hair and baby blue eyes. He shook my hand warmly, pushing his glasses to his wrinkly forehead. "Miss Lily," he mused," The last survivor of the famed Piccaninny tribe! You are here to apply for the job?"
" Yes sir. I've always loved old buildings, and old things." I ran my fingertips over the beads on my neck, displaying them proudly.
" You seem a tad young, love," a smooth voice said from the doorway. I snapped around from hearing the slight British accent. He was young with dark red hair and the same baby blue eyes. " Hello, Dad," he said casually," are you here for the open job Miss -"
"Lily. Lily Watson," I said shaking his hand warmly. He was very handsome, very nice.
"So Lily, how old are you," the old man said looking at me kindly.
"I'm twenty," I said. He looked at me suspiciously, obviously noticing that I still looked like a sixteen year old. " I just got out of college," I said smiling and pulling my degree out of  a manila folder.
"NYU" he said, " Very impressive for a young one like you." I nodded. "Well, you seem to have all the qualifications. You're hired!" I smiled and thanked him on my way out. His son slipped a card into my purse, smiling a he did. I passed the jealous secratry , and stepped onto the busy streets of the city. I was proud of myself. I thought about what the phsycic said.
"Pan. Get out of my life," I whispered walking into the subway.
"Never," a voice responded. I sat down on the train and clutched my head, digging the long nails into my scalp. Two tears came down onto the floor. I sat up slowly and whipped my face.
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1646, Neverland: Day 1
I sat next to the roaring fire, allowing the heat to surround me. The Lost Boys chanted and danced around me in a large circle, each one wearing a gruesome mask. I felt vulnerable, not free and too weak. Drums beat in the darkness of the woods. I smirked as Pan came over to me. " Desperate for attention, aren't we," I said looking at the fire.
" I wouldn't disrespect me, Tiger Lily." he said . I could feel his glare on the back of my head. I looked at him and glared back.
" What do you want," I whispered. His green eyes were right in front of mine. They were cold and calculating. They fit his face perfectly, especially with the same cocky smirk.
" Dance for us," he said pulling out pipes. " Do you know what these are?"
" Some pipes," I said looking at them. Nothing special about them.
"Well actually," he said laughing," it is a magic set of pipes. Only certain boys can hear it."
" What kind of boys," I said grabbing them from his hands. He didn't try to get them back.
"Only lost boys," he said looking at the pipes as I brought them to my lips. I blew over them, expecting a sweet sound to come through.
All the boys snapped to attention, including Peter and Felix. I blew again, a bit harsher trying to produce a sound. The boys were silent staring at me intently. I smacked the pipes against my hand violently. Peter grabbed them from my clutch before I did it again. " Their broken! "
"Only lost boys can hear it."
"I'm a girl," I said, " is that why I can't hear it?" He looked at me questioningly. "You didn't design it for girls, did you?"
" No, I guess it never occurred to me that there might  finally be a lost girl," he said tapping his pockets. He pulled out a small brown leather bag, then he dumped the contents into his palm. I looked at the fine, glowing green powder.
He turned to me and blew the powder into my face. I coughed and rubbed my eyes. Then I heard a smooth whistle. When I looked back at Pan, he was blowing his pipes. The music was sad yet energetic. The boys started dancing again. I started swaying to the rhythm.  Pan smiled at me,  looking at my long raven hair. " You can hear the music now, Tiger Lily. "
I stood up and started dancing wildly, the beads on my pants clinking together. My hair swung around in front of the fire. The Lost Boys cheered me on, Felix banged on his drums again, Pan continued playing his tune. And I danced, finally free, finally happy. I sang in my language and truly released my worries.
At some point, Pan stopped playing. And at some point I was lead to a bed, the one I woke up in when I first met Pan. The gentle swaying of the bed rocked me into a dreamless sleep.
A loud scream peirced through the silent night. I jolted up and fell onto the solid ground below. I heard crying and begging after that. I started following the noise, noticing that all the Lost Boys were sleeping peacefully. I heard more cries and begging from the jungle. Then it all went silent again. My heart pounded a bruise onto my chest as I came across a puddle of blood and gore. No body laid there though. "Tiger Lily."
I jumped and turned to meet my asultant. "Pan, you scared me," I said breathing out, "sorry. I heard crying so I came to check it out, see if everyone was okay."
" Everything's fine. Go back to bed Lily." I slowly took one last look at the gore and walked back to camp.

*Pan's POV*
Tiger Lily looked at the gore on the ground and walked back to camp. When she was gone, I looked up at the body of Melvin. The lost boy that pissed me off one too many times, was now hanging from his ankles gutted and bleeding out onto the ground. I smiled at my handiwork and slowly made it back to camp.

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