Lost (OUAT Peter Pan fanfiction)

~Chapter 3~

"You get a 20 second head start. Don't want the new girl to get too beat up on her first night." Peter smirked.

"Pan.?" I ask dumbfounded, not really intending to say it out loud but needing to say it to make my brain comprehend the name.

"Yes. and you will heed to my advice when I tell you you get a head start. you'll find out soon enough how much you need it." The boy in front of me said. how could someone I had just met be so infuriating.

He thinks he can tell me that I have to play some game in some weird place I don't even know.

I took a few steps towards him, "And who exactly do you think you are, Mr. Peter Pan.? you seem nothing more than a child to me. How could you possibly hold any power over me what-so-ever.?" as soon as the words were out I regretted them. Peters lovely emerald green eyes

that had entranced me the first time they appeared in my dream turn dark quickly. Even his features darken along with his eyes. I don't move, I have to hold my ground if I'm going to last.

Peter closes the gap between us with a furious stride. my cheek met with the back of Peters hand causing a stinging sensation to follow.

I look around to find all the boys' gazes locked on me, including Peters. My eyes find their way back to him. he's still only inches away from me. I can feel the head comming off of him.

Peter reaches his hand up and traces it along the red mark he left on my face, "I do apologize for that, Wendy," He says in a voice that is darker than the inevitable darkness of the night sky. "I'm never happy when I have to hurt my company."

"Your company.?" I jerk away from him, "that's not how you treat company. it's not like you own this island.! it's not yours to say who comes and who goes.! I can do whatever I please including leaving.!" patronizing Peter probably isn't the best idea I've ever had. He's already proven himself to be dangerous.

before I could register what was happening I was slamed against a tree with Peter hovering right in front of me pinning me in place.

"As a matter of fact I do get a say in everything that happens here. But, flower," Peter whispers in a voice that would make any other girl melt at the sound of it, "I do not own the island, I am the island."

The lost boys who stood silent until now screech and chant in forgien languages that almost hurt my ears. Peter smils darkly. He kisses the vanishing red mark which is still stinging. He slowly retracts from me and I grasp my head. the throbbing silently reminds me of how hard I was slammed into the tree trunk.

Peter turned to me and said again, "You have 20 seconds."

I willed my feet to run into the darkness welcoming the distance it put between me and the lost boys.