Darker Than You Know ( A Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

**Holly's POV**

Ouch. I opened my eyes slowly and I felt a painful throbbing in my head. I reached up to touched the side of my head and I pulled my hand away when I touched a very sore spot. I looked down at my hand and saw that my fingertips were covered in blood. My eyes scanned the ground and realized that there was a lot of blood covering the dirt. I panicked for a second, thinking that all the blood was mine. I scanned my body and I didn't see a single scrape. I reached back up to my head and noticed that it was hardly bleeding. Sily me. I probably wouldn't be doing so well if all this blood was mine. Suddenly, I remembered Becca above Emearald holding a knife, I had happened upon them while I was looking for Felix. Becca shoved me, I fell.

I quickly spun in a circle to find Emerald, but all I could see in the moonlight was the trees and the sea to the other side of me. On the groud there were marks that started at my feet and disappeared over the side of the ledge. Looking closer at the marks I realized there was also a trail of blood in the same direction. A lump formed in my throat as I slowly crawled closer to the ledge. My vision blurred as I remembered opening my eyes and seeing Emerald slidding across the ground with her hands grasping the dirt. Then one hand disappeared and the other hand shortly followed. Then my vision had gone black.

The scene of the waves crashing filled my line of sight again quickly and my eyes filled with tears that fell down my face. I looked at the waves in some hope that I would see Emerald swimming to the shore but the waves remained empty. I turned and softly traced the claw marks in the ground and cried. Fear began to grow inside me as I realized I would have to be the one to tell Pan what happened.

I faced the tree line and began to walk at a slow pace, trying to figure out how to tell Pan. I hung my head low and cried for Pan just as much as I was crying for Emerald.

The camp came into view as the sound of lost boys and girls were playing. People greeted me as I entered the clearing but I ignored them as I searched for Pan. He was sitting on a log and he was talking to a young boy with brown hair that I had never seen before. I sat on a stump at stared at Pan intently, waiting for him to finish speaking with the boy. The boy had an angry look on his face and Peter stood on his feet. He had a smug look on his face until his eyes landed on my tear streaked face. He walked over to me and kneeled at my feet.

"Are you ok?" He asked, and I looked into his eyes and broke out into a sob.

"I think Emerald is dead." I said quickly before I covered my face with my hands. My shoulders shook and my stomach hurt from the sobs. I wanted so badly for him to tell me that I was crazy and that Emerald was perfectly ok, but I knew better. Silence followed my words and I slid my fingers apart so I could look at Peter. He was still kneeling in front of me, his hands were hanging limp at his sides and his face was filled with disbelief and fear.

"What happend?" He said while staring blankly at me. I wiped at my eyes and then tried to speak as clearlly as I could.

"Becca," I gasped. "She... She had a knife." I broke out into tears again and I struggled to finish telling Peter what happened. "Emerald fell." Peter stood up abrubtly and took a few steps away from me. He turned to me, his eyes had gone dark and I had never been more afraid.

"Where is Becca?" He shouted at me. Everyone around the camp had gone silent and was now staring at us. When I didn't answer he grabbed me by the shoulders, shook me, and shouted at me once more.

"I don't know!" I screamed. Felix came running over and tried to pry me from Peter's tight grip. Peter let me go and Felix wrapped his arms around me and I put my face into his chest.

"What happened?" He looked between Peter and I, but Peter remained completely silent. I took a step away from Felix and told them everything I could remember from happening upon Becca and Em, to seeing Em fall, and waking up to see blood everywhere. Peter looked like I had just ripped out his heart and tore it to pieces.