Slave for you

Let her drown

Ginger's heart thundered against her sternum, and she found herself having to force back the urge to vomit. She had gone from one captor to another. This one wasn't nearly as vicious and cruel as the last, but she could feel evil rooted deep down in his heart. It hadn't taken over his soul, that much was certain. One of the perks of being a psychic freak, she could feel the souls of those around her. The downside was just how much power she had. She could cause storms with her emotions, hurt someone without touching them, and her powers could be easily manipulated by anybody who obtains her. Just like her previous master had. This one obviously liked to hurt people, manipulate them, and she knew he'd use her the second he figured out just how valuable she was. She had to get the hell off this Island.

Gin watched her captors in silence. The cruel one sat on a tree stump on the opposite side of the clearing playing by far the most beautiful music she'd ever heard, and on a pan flute of all things! His minions jumped around the fire to the music like a bunch of barbarians. She knew she wasn't must better than them, but seriously? They call that dancing? She may have been a slave for 11 years of her life, but at least she remembered the art and beauty of true dancing.

She knew that if there was a time to break free, the time'd be now when they were enthralled by the music. She shifted so that she had a bit more room to squirm without the ropes tightening, and then she slowly tilted down so that she was able to grip the dagger she'd brought with her from her captivity. She sawed at the ropes vigorously, every once in awhile glancing around to see if she'd been discovered. Finally, when it seemed the cruel one was reaching his grand finale, the ropes gave way and fell to the ground. Then, and only then did she run faster than she'd ever run before.

She ran for what seemed like miles before she finally slowed to a walk. The air around her sat unervingly silent, dead. She jumped in fright when something moved out of the corner of her eye. When she looked it was gone, but then movement from the otherside of the clearing had her holding her dagger in front of her body. It kept moving all around her to the point that she actually had to spin around to keep up with it.

Finally, she felt all her sanity snap. " WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" She screamed in fear.

The continuous movement stopped, and a shadow with glowing yellow eyes came up from under the ground. He'd come for her after all. She screamed a high pitched scream when it reached for her, and she took off at a flat out run into the forest. She could feel the shadow at her heals, and at about a quarter of a mile she heard the unmistakable hoots and hollers of the minions and their leader as they joined in the pursuit.

She wasn't detered, however, oh no she most certainly was not. She hadn't worked this hard to get away all for nothing. She only ran harder and faster. She finally heard the boys starting to fall behind, and she gave a happy shout.

That promptly ended on a cry as she nearly ran right off the edge of a cliff. No, no, noo! She was trapped! There was no getting away this time. How could she had been so stupid? She hadn't shaken the boys, they didn't fall behind, they'd slowed so they wouldn't have gone over the cliff with her.

She heard the unmistakable clearing of the leaders throat, and she slowly turned around to meet his mischievious smile dead on.

He stood with his hands on his hips, left foot tapping impatiently on the ground, eyebrows cocked ( does he do that a lot?), and his lost boys flanked him on each side. The little shit looked so victorious standing there surounded by his little followers.

" I must say, you've got fire. Not a lot of people would be foolish enough to run from me of all people." Cocky much?

She lifted her chin up in defiance, " Is that supposed to impress me? I've delt with people ten times as powerful as you.........what's your name again? Peter Pan was it? Not a very frightening title sweetheart, not a lot of people must take you seriously." She laughed at his expression of pure outrage. She honestly didn't know what had come over her. She normally wasn't this outgoing and snotty. She was actually a more soft spoken person, one that prefered to suffer in silence. There was just something about this Peter Pan character that brought out the absolute worst in her.