Second Star to the Right (Robbie Kay)

Max

2 years earlier

I tied my hair into a neat bun, slipping my hood over it I slipped my gray Jordans on and sighed.

"Are you sure your ready? You'll never make it out alive." I looked up to see my older brother, his dark eyes were wide with concern.

"He'll pay for taking Max, even if it takes my last breath." I grimaced, holding back heavy tears from running down my cheeks.

My brother sighed, "Lets do it." He walked to the open window, "Shadow, take me to Neverland."

Nothing happened but a second later a gust of powerful wind blew into Connors room. The creature flew into the room, it roared, its beady eyes flicked from me to Connor, I reached my hand out and soon enough the shadow had me in its powerful grip.

It flew from Connors room and out into the chilly night. I could hear Connor yelling his goodbyes, he knew just as well as I did that I would never see him again.

I stared ahead to the very portal, disguised as a star that would take me to the island were Pan kept my little brother.

I took one last look at California's bright night lights, I knew my parents wouldn't care where I had gone, they would be worried about their $3000 dollar chandelier and a small scratch on their precious marble stairs.

Here we are, Neverland.

The shadow stopped abruptly, it turned its head slowly making me shutter from the coldness in its glossy yellow eyes. Its eyes studied my face, I just hope the brown dirt marks would make me look like a dirty Cali boy rather than a pretty Cali girl.

The shadow growled and continued flying. As we neared Neverland I could see some of the Lost Boys gathered on the beach. The shadow dropped me in front of them, I stood and looked at the boys as if I was scared.

"Come with me," said a tall boy with a deep scar across his face. He had very shaggy, tough blonde hair and gleaming blue eyes. In the darkness of the night I could hear the cries of the Lost Boys, calling the names of their families who were probably long dead.

I started to follow the boy through the dark forest, the air was crisp but rain clouds hung lazily above the island.

After about 10 minutes of trudging through the forest another boy stepped out from the trees. It was him.

Peter.

"I'll take it from here Felix. The shadow has brought more boys." Felix nodded and headed back down the path that we had just came from.

Peter stared at me, I tensed getting ready to run if I had to. His icy green eyes studied my face even closer then the shadow had.

"You know, you look just like your brother. That is, before he became a Lost Boy." Peter waved his hand, causing my hood to fall off and my dirty blonde hair to fall out.

I pulled my knife out and pointed it at him. He simply laughed showing no concern what so ever about his safety.

"Wheres Max?" I asked sternly, I was not playing around. I stepped toward him into a mud puddle. I gasped, my Jordans!

I quickly pulled my shoe out of the mud, now I realized my mistake. I looked up to see Peter with a raised eyebrow, he had stepped closer, his hand outstretched with a rag.

I took it and threw it back at him, imagining my own rag, it appeared. I quickly wiped the mud off and stood to face Peter.

Our faces about two inches from one another's. I was facing the king of Neverland, the demon that trapped the boys here, the very monster that took my brother from my home.

"Now, now. Your brothers safe at your home in California," He tilted his head, "At least, that's what you wanted?" He asked turning his back on me.

I was still a bit stunned from his memorizing eyes and perfect looks. I breathed in deeply, "Your lying. Why would you let him go?" I asked, picking up my knife.

"I'll explain tomorrow. You look exhausted." He began to float in the air, reaching out a hand to me. I turned around and headed away from him.

I stuck my head up in the air and began walking in the opposite direction of Peter. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head but soon I was out of sight.

I stopped and leaned against a tree, taking a rather deep breath. Although I was shaking I couldn't help but feel proud of myself for standing up to him.

Of coarse I couldnt get the thought out of my head that Max was really back in California...What if Pan wasnt lying?

No. This is just another one of his childish games. No wonder he doesnt want to grow up, he'll always be a selfish child at heart.

If he even has a heart...