The Bounty Hunter

Chapter 3: It's not Polite to Hit a Lady

"You must be Peter Pan," I said knowingly.
He raised an eyebrow and his piercing green eyes shot a glare at me, "Must I?" He asked in a taunting voice.
"At this point," I answered him as if the answer was obvious, "what choice do you really have?"
Apparently, he approved not of my response and shot again at me with a carefully aimed question, "Who are you?"
"You know, someone once told me," I launched into an answer disregarding his question, "that by telling another person your name you give them access to you. To know you. To know about you."
"Who are you?" He asked this time, but now it sounded like a command for information.
"And so I, after hearing that, decided 'Okay then, I should only tell those who I want to know me my name," I was ignoring him again.
Moving closer, he demanded, "What do they call you?"
"They?"
"What do they call you," he repeated.
I pretended to ponder the question, "They usually call me by my name; don't people call you by yours, Pete?"
     Judging by the cold stare, I guess he didn't enjoy our delightful conversation nearly as much as I did, "Tell me your name," he said.
     "What do they call me?" I asked deciding to return to an earlier question. "Annoying, usually. Bossy, frustrating, determined. I wish people called me clever actually. I really think it has a nice ring to it; don't you?"
"Tell me your name," he said with no diplomacy.
My word, how rude of him; honestly what is wrong with people nowadays. "I have three names actually: first, middle, and last. However, after some careful deliberation," I paused. "I have decide to tell you none of them. Carry on; have a wonderful day."
He pushed himself away from the tree on which he had been leaning, and began to walk towards me jauntily, "I could kill you, right now."
I raised an eyebrow, "So could I."
He chuckled and glared at me as if my words were preposterous and his next remark would tear me down, "You? Kill me? You coul-"
"Kill you? I could kill me; not so sure about you. Besides, why would I tell you whether or not I believe I can kill you. Honestly, Peter, don't you know that only children say shut ridiculous things at absurd moments like this?"
"I won't hesitate," he threatened.
I laughed looking at him in awe at his audacity, "To kill me? Oh honey, you are too much. You know it's impolite to kill those people who are your guest, especially when you don't even know their name."
He pulled his knife out, and it's sharp blade glittered in the sun which sneaked from between the leaves of the overbearing trees as he held it to my throat, "Don't play games with me that you don't know the rules to."
I looked him straight in the eyes and gave him my best daring look, "What? Am I not playing fair for poor Petey?
If no one has told you by now, then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but life isn't fair."
"This is my island while you are here: you do what I say, you follow my rules, you do whatever I command, and you play my games," he commanded sharply barely allowing me to finish.
I pretended to think again, "While that sounds like so, so much fun and it totally doesn't. I think I'm gonna pass. Let's go for a stroll, shall we?"
Silence.
"If you will kindly remove the blade. Ah, there you go."
By some miracle and the grace of God, we left the forest. Sadly, something kept nipping away at my thoughts which gave me the feeling ol' Petey might not be as gracious to me during our stroll along the beach as he was while take aback by my attitude in the forest. Nevertheless, I knew that perseverance and bravery had not let me down thus far and I had no doubt they would continue to carry me further. The waves crashed more violently now against the seemingly glowing sands of the beach, and the sky darkened slightly as new clouds inched their ways onto the sky above. Taking note of the change, I considered that perhaps:
His mood and emotions probably control the weather here; okay, so what else can he control exactly with his magic? I wonder if he... No! Focus, Rosaline, focus. Pay attention to the weather: he's irritated with you right now- probably. Good, but I need to be careful. I don't think I want to know what happens when there are no more skies of blue or clouds of white.
"Why are you here?" He demanded pausing our walk.
I gave a slight smile, "Vacation?"
"I don't have time to play your games," he began.
"I'm pretty sure, you do," I interrupted. "Time literally stands still here. You have all the time in the world."
"I've been playing nice-"
"Oh goody."
And with that sly comment just having escaped my mouth, he slapped me, but I only stared back at him. "You moronic girl. You are messing with forces you don't stand."
"No," I bit back at him venously. "You are playing with a person you underestimate. You don't know who I am, where I came from, why I am here, how old I am, and why I am not falling at your feet in fear like all the other worms you have eating the dirt beneath your feet on this island paradise. And let me tell you a little something: I never will. You want me off your island?" I stepped backwards into the loudly crashing waves surrounding me, "Fine, I'm off, and I know how to swim."
"If it is a challenge you want it is a challenge you'll get," he swore to me causing a grin to break out on my face as his emerald eyes turned stormy.
"Ask and ye shall receive? Well then, what else shall I ask? Oh yes. Didn't your mother ever tell you: it's not polite to hit a lady. Please, apologize," I asked cockily.
"My mother? She didn't teach me anything, but I learned quite a few things from others. Here's a trick I quite like."
With a wave of his hand and a crash of the waves, we were at his camp and I found myself with my hands bound together. Not only was I sporting handcuffs, but I, also, seemed to be tied to a tree via a rope attached to my makeshift binds.
"Hey, Petey, this is a bit kinky don't you think?" I shouting earning looks of surprise from his little lost boy minions and a glare promising a threat from Peter Pan himself.
"You should learn to shut your mouth before I shut it for you. Unless the almighty stranger thinks she can stop me, but" he stepped on the rope yanking my hands down. "I don't really think you can."
I decided to let him win this one. Sure, magic could have gotten me out quickly, but I figured I could wait. Instead I murmured to myself looking away from him, "Okay, but that's really kinky now."

So it's been two years, I think but yeah... Name reveal yay! I decided on Rosaline after Rosaline Franklin cause she's kinda my hero.