"She tried to find beauty in broken things and that was her great flaw, because handling the shattered bits would only end up cutting her fingers" R.H Fowler
"Do it." His words were mocking, his tone firm but still dared her to continue. Shakily a breath left her lips as the dagger pierced her skin. The gnarled handle remained firmly in her right hand, as she held the other out in front of her and let the blood drip down her arm and onto the glistening stone. The boy folded his arms, his emotions unreadable.
Seconds slipped by.
With a sudden jerk she was thrown to the ground. Time stood still as her entire life crumbled before her eyes. The wall in her mind shattered, sending memories dancing through her mind. They flew past her eyes, reminding her of all she had forgotten.
The demon stood before her, watching in great amusement. The boy to his right had shaggy blonde hair and a fresh scar running the length of his face. A punishment for his insubordination.
Within the blink of an eye, the demon appeared directly in front of her, flashing one of his signature smirks. He knelt down beside her, his warm breath came within inches of her face. A wave of nausea hit her, and although she was on the ground, she wobbled slightly. The boy, sensing her discomfort, reached out his hand and wrapped it around her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You think you've won?" The voice was distant. She could see his lips moving, and faintly hear his words. Although he held her firmly, her world was still spinning, the trees blurred and twisted in her eyes as memories darted across her mind.
An island. A boy. A prison. A demon.
"My my lost girl, I thought I taught you better than this." The endearment shook her to the core.
"Lost girl."
The memories stopped. The world came to a sudden holt. Green trees and dense forest suddenly surrounded them.
"Don't you remember? Peter Pan never fails." He whispered as a playful smirk danced across his face.
She went limp against him and her eyes slipped shut. The demon smiled at her mischievously.
"You may have won the game, but I own the pieces."
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Wicked Games
Fanfiction"Naive little lost girl, still thinks she can win." He chuckled, circling her like a lion circles it's prey. "I've won your games before." She spat venomously. The boy laughed, he actually laughed, as if he found her threat amusing. "Oh my darling...
