The Lost Boy

"I found you." The singsong voice was right below her, calling her. She clenched her eyes shut, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. He was playing with her. He wanted her to give away her position. She couldn't make a sound.

"Make this easy for yourself and give it up. You know you can't escape this place. If you come now, maybe I'll let you off easy." His voice was so convincing. So smooth, kind even. A kindness that disguised the poison underneath.

"No!" Her eyes flew open and her hands grasped at the branches, struggling to stay above the ground as the cold hand dragged her down. "Please," she sobbed, "please leave me alone."

"Are you afraid?" His eyes glittered with a sadistic pleasure as he pulled her up from the forest floor. She turned her head, refusing to play his game. His breathe tickled her ear as he continued. "You should be. You're going to be my secret weapon."
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Contrary to the tales that have circulated the world, Peter Pan is not the boy who rescues children from their parents and brings them to a world where they'll never grow up. He kidnaps those who he brings to Neverland. Namely, his sidekick Tinkerbell.

If you're not careful, you might find yourself falling to sleep in the light of a particularly bright star. One that will bring you to a world you never wanted to see. One that you'll never leave.