"Agh!!" After just about the worst night's sleep I've EVER had I'm now dripping wet.
"Rise and shine love," he said with his arrogant smirk and a now empty bucket in his hand.
"What the hell! Did you just throw water at me"
"Well it was the only way to wake you up and I'd watch you language if I was you."
"A simply wake up would have worked" He walked behind me and I was well prepared for another smack to the back of the head or maybe a stab in the back, that would be a new one. I could hear him pull his sword out of its stealth, yep stab in the back. I closed my eyes waiting for him to strike but nothing ever came. i could feel were the ropes around my hands fall off followed by the ones binding my legs. "Why?" i said while rubbing my sore wrists
"I'm being a good sport and if you and the boys are going to have more fun you need to heal those wounds of yours. So I'm giving you two hours to go mend your wounds as best as possible"
"Your just letting me go" I questioned him. I mean why go through all that trouble to get me here if he was going to let me go in like a day
"No you're coming back" he said with completely and total confidence
"And if I don't" I tested
"Well I can easily find you and send the lost boys after you. Its really your chose come, back and get thrown in a guraded tent or go on the run for the rest of your immortal life because there's no way your gettin of this island without my permission. You're wasting time you should probably get going before I change my mind"
"Its a little hard to walk when you have multiple stab wounds in both your legs" as I tried to find the strenght to lift myself onto my very damaged legs he dumped the chair, with me on it, on to the floor "Can you just give me a second like I said multiple stab wounds" I lift the chair back up and used it as support to lift myself up
When I was finally able to pull myself up Pan clapped and said "Bravo you can stand up" I just ignored him and walked- well hobbled- over to a tree to use it as support.
Then I realized I didn't know where to go to even try to clean the wounds. As much as I didn't want to i turned back to Pan "You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest river or lake is would you?"
"About a mile north, so that way" he pointed in the opposite direction that I was going, of course only for me. There was a giant stick on the ground so I took it to use as a walking stick and began my journey.
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After what felt like an hour of walking,but was probably more like 15 minutes, I finally got to the river. I slowly lowered myself onto the ground so i was right by the river. I ripped the sleeves off my shirt, *sigh* I really liked this shirt. I used one sleeve as a rag to clean the blood away and the other as a bandage for my stomach and my belt to keep it in place. I continued to clean all the other cuts and bruises. When the water was still I could see my reflection, which consisted of a red slap mark on my left cheek and a bruise forming on the other. I outwardly sighed, 'I've been through worst' i thought laying back on the ground and closed my eyes. Rest I need rest. I started weighing my options, I could run and if I remember from that map Uncle Killian showed me I should be able to find Baelfire's old hideout. I could heal and stay there until find away off this god forsaken island. But with these injuries it'd make hunting impossible. I couldn't hunt and there's no doubt that the Lost Boys would be able to track me in a heartbeat me. Plus I highly doubt Pan was going to let me leave the camp with someone trialing me. My best chance is going back to Pan's camp, healing, then making my escape to Baelfire's hideout.
I wonder how long I've been out here? Who cares, it's not like I'm running and there's probably Lost Boys following me anyway, they'll vouch for me.*Crunch*my eyes snapped opened and I bolted upright(ignoring the pain that shot up my stomach), turning in the direction of the sound "I know you're out there. I also know Pan would have never trusted me to leave unsupervised, so you should just show yourself and we could both sit here and not try to kill each other" I slowly layed back down.
"You're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for"
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear" I mumbled "What do what I'm not breaking any of the rules"
"You were cutting it pretty close"
"Was I? Guess I lost track of time" with that I stood, grabbed my walking stick, and left him there.
"I could just take you back to camp and heal those wounds using magic, because quite frankly you look horrible" he said trailing slightly behind me
I rolled my eyes "You really know how to make a girl feel beautiful don't you Pan" I could practically hear his eye roll.
"Seriously come here."
"No. I don't want your help"
"Yeah, cause you're obviously fine. Now stop being stubborn"
"Why do you even care? It was your pack of wild monkeys that did this to me" he didn't respond, but grabbed my arm (rather roughly might I add) a reddish-green smoke surrounded us. When it was gone we were back in a tent.
"You can rest here I'll have one of the Lost Boys bring you something to eat" he said before turning on his heel and walking out of the tent. I peeked through the flap to see Pan directing two boys in the direction of my tent. Damn it, he's setting up sentries. This is so unbelievable frustrating and confusing. I mean why torture someone, then offer them a place to sleep and something to eat. He could have let me bleed out and that would have been the end of that. He either had a change of heart (which is extremely unlikely) or he knows what I can do and I have to get out of here before he can have me tap into it (which is probably the more likely reason for kidnapping someone). Now all I have to figure out is what he wants from me.
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Sorry I took so long to update. I was suppose to update months ago, but the last two months of school was completely crazy and I've been working on other books. This book WILL link into Once Upon A Time. Again I'm soooo sorry.
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