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Stolen By Pan
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Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2013
"Where am I?" I ask. The boy's smirk only grows as he begins to take slow steps towards me. As much as I want to back away when he comes close, I stand my ground. I notice that his eyes are a shade of green that is so dark they could almost be black. I take a deep breath to try to ease my panic. I can feel my hands shaking at my sides. He gets so close to me that if I were to shift my weight I would nudge him. 
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He sing-songs. I become annoyed with his mocking. 
"Well, then who are you?" I continue to question him. 
"Wouldn't believe that either." He speaks from behind me. 
What does he mean that I won't believe him?
"Try me." I grit through my teeth.
    "My name is Peter." He says, finally stopping in front of me. I cross my arms and shift my weight to my right. 
    "Why wouldn't I believe.."
    "Pan."
    "Excuse me?" I say, convinced that I had misheard.
"My name is Peter Pan."
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"Davis, take her to the cage." Pan then turns and strides away. "Yes, sir," Davis replies while smirking at me. Despite my protests, he roughly grabs my arm and hauls me away from the group of boys and into the surrounding forest. I wait until I'm sure we are out of earshot before I make my move. I stamp on his foot hard. He winces and loosens his grip just enough for me to break free. I then kick him in his midsection causing him to lose his balance and snatch his spear away. I use the blade to slice the ropes binding my wrists and before Davis has time to call for help, I knock him out with one swing of the weapon. His unconscious form slumps to the ground and lays motionless at my feet. I grimace. He's going to have a huge lump on his head when he comes around. "Sorry Davis," I whisper and I take off into the woods. Peter Pan brought me to Neverland for a reason, but he's forgotten one very important detail. I've been here before.