Lost (OUAT Peter Pan fanfiction)

~Chapter five~

Don't yell at him, I silently tell myself. if I do I'll most likely end up with a slap to the face or thrown back in with the Mermaids.

"Bay," Peter commanded, "take Wendy back to camp. Make sure she stays in my tent by the way. I have things to take care of."

Bay jerks into action grabbing me by the arm causing me to wince, "Sorry," he whispers so lowly that only I can hear. His grip softens but only a little bit.

"Don't forget to keep your distance Bay. I'm always watching." Peter tells the boy.

Peter asks as if he can control every aspect of everyone on this island. How could all of these boys sit back and let this boy take over their lives.?

We walk in silence for a while leaving Peter behind. He chuckles lightly.

"What.?" I demand.

"Nothing," the boy shrugs it off. a small smile continuing to play around his mouth.

"Did I do something wrong.?" I ask. Of course I did, I almost drowned. why would I ask when I already know the answer.

"You did something different," Bay says.

"Yeah I guess no one else almost died." The ringing in my ears seems to strengthen with each step I take.

"No. no one else has went to Mermaid Lagoon. Or got close enough to it to to let a Mermaid drag them under. Don't you know any better Mermaids are dangerous." Bay kept his eyes straight ahead not looking at me, "And I guess that's why Pan likes you so much."

"Pan likes me.? He hits me. I'm surprised he let any of you fish me out of the water." I stumble on some tree roots.

"We didn't fish you out. Pan did. Don't you get it Wendy.? You're here because he wants you to be here, you're alive because he doesn't want you dead. And for that I pity you." Bay spoke sternly.

"Peter said there were others.? That the others couldn't handle life on Neverland. What did he mean by that.?" I ask.

"All the other girls that were chosen, they couldn't handle Pan. All his games. They never fought him, they never asked questions. Eventually Pan ended them. They don't last more than a few weeks, but they died decently. Most weren't fed to the Mermaids, or handed over to the pirates. You're different, you argue with him you question him. Wendy, you were picked because you're a fighter. you have to be strong to survive here. We've all had to learn that." Bays eyes had so much concern in them.

"Is he going to kill me.?" I whisper dreading the answer.

For the first time Bay turns and looks at me. He studies me for traces of fear, but for some reason I can't seem to conjure any up.

"I don't know," Bay whispers just as softly as I did. He sounds as if he were trying not to spook a frightened animal. He gives me a small smile to comfort me.

My stomach feels like it has rocks settling in. Thinking about dieing by Pans hand is more than terrifying.

"He's looking for someone. Someone that's been known on Neverland as the Believer."

"The Believer.?" I ask.

"Yes. This island is where childrens imagination runs wild. This is where happy children visit in their dreams," Bay stopped, "This is where lost children live."

"But you're not a lost child," I remind him.

"Oh yes I am. I come from a land called Misthaven. my mother died when I was young. My father he was a fool, but I loved him dearly. he didn't leave to fight for the war as all the other father's did. Mother was ashamed of him so she left and went off with pirates. She never came back for me. She never even held a glimpse of remorse in her eyes when she left. A year later my dad found a dagger. after he found it he was never the same. He started killing people and making deals he started dealing with magic and he lost part of himself doing it. He didn't realize how far he was pushing me away he kept me locked up in the house he brought me gifts from the people he terrorized. To all the villagers he became known as The Dark One. but to me he was still dad, and I was still his neglected child.

My father went on a search for the pirates that took my mother only to find that he killed her. All I've known him as is Hook. My father cut off his right hand then fed it to a crocodile who was lurking below the water. After the knowful death of my mother, father went more crazed than ever. The gifts doubled, some of them still stained with blood. one night I found a fairy who gave me a magic bean. she said that this bean would take me to a world with no magic somewhere my father and I could be happy. I told my father thinking he would be grateful I did this for us. he wasn't. I activated the portal and tried to get my father to come. he held onto me with one hand and the dagger in the other. He made his choice. it wasn't me. I accepted what I am. unloved and lost. Here I can fit in. I play with other boys, dealing with the harshness of Pan is nothing for what I get in return. I couldn't rid my life of magic, but I gave myself a life I can live." Bays eyes were hollow, "if I could have lived in your world I would. I've learned the hard way that magic always comes with a price, and this land is no exception."

"Bay I'm so sorry," I mumble.

"Don't be sorry, now I don't have to hide how bad of a person I can be. Here I can embrace whatever side of myself I want to."

"No, Bay, you are not a bad person. you are a very good person who bad things have happened to." i tell him grabbing onto his shoulders so he has no where to look but in my eyes, "I know your father loved you he still loves you just as your mother. The moment you believe they don't love you is the moment that all hope disappears. Please don't give up. if you can't do it for yourself, do it for me."

"That's why you're called the believer, and that's why I'm nothing more than a lost boy."