Never Go To Neverland

I'll Get Up On My Own

My entire body is screaming in agony. Every cut, bruise and broken bone aches and stings. I should be dead, but those stupid Lost Boys really know how to drag out a death. Picking myself up for the... tenth time? It's hard to keep track. As soon as I get up I'm knocked back down. Still I won't give up till I'm dead. Peter Pan wants me to break. He wants me to give in and follow the mindset of every damn Lost Boy on this freaking island. He wants me to believe in Peter Pan.
"All this pain could go away. Just say the word and you will be safe." Cooed Peter Pan. Is it possible for him to be gentle but sound so evil?  Yes apparently he can. "Go to hell!" I spit. Wiping the blood off my lip I shakily tried to pull myself up.
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It's seemed like hours but really can't be more than half an hour. Peter Pan pulled me along to a clearing where weapons, tools and targets were set up. A training centre? I thought. Suddenly the pressure on my wrists was released as I was tossed in the dirt. I twisted myself at the last second so my shoulder received the blow.
"Not bad. You have pretty fast reflexes. However I did not bring you here to train. That will be tomorrow. I brought you here to learn the first rule of my island-" I cut him off,
"Always believe in fairies?" Getting up I glared at him. He smirked, "Discipline." He finished. Turning to his Lost Boys, he spoke, "We will play a game. Target practice."
Turning to me he smiled wickedly, "Our darling Emily will be the target." Coming up to me with malice in his eyes he reached out and gripped my shoulder, digging his nails into the skin. I jumped at the pain and before I knew it, two boys grabbed me from behind and pulled me to one of the targets.
"Hmf, never thought I'd go out with an arrow in my chest." I said staring at a boy who had his bow trained on me. Cocking my head I said "Terrible form, you'll never hit anything like that."
"Wait! I almost forgot the most important thing" exclaimed Peter Pan, feigning shock. Pulling out an apple he placed it delicately on my head. When I reached up to grab it, he snatched my wrist, his grip like steel. "Oh play fair now angel." He smirked. Releasing me I realized I couldn't move. "What the hell? You are so annoying." I mumbled to myself gazing at the boys in front of me. "What's your name?" I asked. Surprised, the boy lowered his bow and stammered, "uh...I-I'm-Tyson."
"Nice to meet you Tyson!" I smiled. He nodded then glanced at Peter Pan. Quickly he set up his bow again aiming his arrow above my head. I closed my eyes at the sound of the arrow being release only to discover it hit the tree behind me. About 5 feet above my head.
"Whew, That was close!" I said sarcastically, glaring at Peter Pan. I wanted to faint, to be honest. He walked up to me. "You know, I'm tired of your pretty little voice, angel. You're only confusing my Boys." He said his voice gentle and even and scaring the hell out of me. "Well, I wouldn't say that's a first for them now is it?" I questioned. Gripping my chin he rubbed his thumb along my jawline almost sweetly. Chuckling he replied coolly, "I doubt it's your first time either." He dragged his fingers down my neck, his thumb leaving little fires in my skin .
He must have read something in my face I accidentally gave away. Unzipping my jacket much more slowly than necessary, he gazed at my collarbone. I knew what we was seeing. Two cuts parallel to each other, made by a broken glass chucked at me. A purple bruise, the aftermath of a heated argument. And finally four cigarette scars. All these marks made by my father. Curiously he glanced back at me but my face refused to give up  any clue to how I was feeling.
With an evil smile he turned around and announced the first game was over. At the sound of the boys grumbles he chuckled, "Do not despair, my Lost Boys. We will have our fun. I have simply decided on a much more fitting game for our little princess. Hardest hit gets a free afternoon off from training. Weakest hit has to scrub the floors of each and every Lost Boys hut." Releasing me from his magical grip, he tossed me down. My heart beat wildly in my chest. As I sat up, he leaned down so he was level with me. "Hope you can handle a little pain Emily."