Never Go To Neverland

Little Boys

My arm hurt from where Felix cut me. After my comment about Pan, he forced my arm out and dragged his knife hard across my forearm. It was still bleeding and was sore. If I don't clean and bandage it soon, it could become infected.
Felix dragged me to a clearing where he pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to sit. With my arms free I put my arm out and properly examined the cut. Not as deep as I thought but still ugly. I could fix it.
The sound of footsteps approaching me interrupted my thoughts.
"Nice to see you again princess." Announced the devil himself.
Looking up into his emerald eyes I gave him a quick fake smile and put my head back down. Looking at my arm again.
He spoke up, "So you think you can ignore your problems?"
"It's kind of hard when they won't shut up." I replied.
With a short laugh he kneeled down. Reaching out he held my chin. Shit, I really don't want to be so close to him.
"Well, I'm sorry for any inconvenience but I rather enjoy watching you get angry."
"Gee, lucky me." I said.
Chuckling he rubbed my jaw slowly in circles with his thumb. Glancing at the mark on my neck, he grinned.
Clenching my jaw, I attempted to jump up but felt myself being forced down by gravity, which seems to have tripled in force.
"What the hell? Do you always use spells and cages instead of fighting for yourself? Oh, no wait, that's what the Lost Boys are for!" I gave a quick sarcastic laugh.
I have come to the conclusion that Peter will only stop touching me the way he does, if he is angry.  Suddenly I felt Felix tug my hair back and place the same damn knife at my throat.
However, instead of feeling fear, I felt proud. Proud that I could bother Felix, someone who seems to be a master at keeping his emotions in check. I grinned, feeling smug.
"Well, looks like I got some feeling out of one of you. You know what? I'm feeling generous! Go ahead Felix! Get rid of me and all your problems with it! I could care less! Do it! I dare you!" I shouted out, my smugness quickly morphing into rage.
Wrestling with the spell Pan put on me I shouted louder, "Do it! Go ahead! Nothings stopping you!"
I couldn't read Felix's expression, due to the fact that he was behind me. He kept a firm grip on the knife, keeping it steady at my neck. Looking up, I locked my gaze on Peter, who appeared to be a little flustered.  And slightly amused as well.
I held my gaze, letting all my anger and rage build up inside me. But instead of the outburst that normally comes, my body heated up. I felt pressure grow, in my heart. The residue burned and danced in my veins, slowly getting hotter. Each second was pure pain. Nothing but pain. Letting my gaze drop I looked at the cuff on my wrist. I barely registered the knife or Felix anymore.
Just Pan and how I could feel the magic radiate off him. My head pounded and my body felt like a million degrees.
"Stupid cuff." I grumbled. I started feeling dizzy, and the knife seemed to get hotter. I felt it get hotter and hotter until it felt like it was burning against my skin. And it seemed, Felix realized that it was actually burning my skin! Losing focus I gasped at the pain and surprise.
And that one moment of lost focus, led me to blacking out...again!
Before I lost my focus I felt two strong arms, wrap underneath my arms from behind.
"Where should I put her Pan?" I heard a distant voice ask.
"Hmm, by the fire. No more comfort for her. She's stronger than I thought." Said a voice, smooth as silk, yet laced with malicious and evil intentions. And maybe a hint of pride...
And then it all faded away...