Red-Handed Jill (A Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter 4~ Waking up in enemy arms

Jill's POV

I woke up with a throbbing headache so bad that it felt like someone was taking a hammer and slamming a nail into my skull. I opened my eyes and had to blink a few times before I could see properly through the foggy haze that clouded my sight.

I had had a dream that I was flying through the air in the arms of a boy with dirty-blond hair. It felt strange to be suspended in mid air but I wasn't afraid because he held me tight and safe. The boy looked as beautiful as and angel and it was enchanting.

My vision cleared and saw a pair of arms that were wrapped around my shoulders and my legs. I traced them up to a boy with shaggy, dirty-blond hair and golden skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. A few freckles dotted his straight nose and he smelled like grass and dirt. His pants were made entirely out of leaves and vines.

I paled.

That wasn't a dream.

Then I looked around me and I saw more boys, all of them sleeping in a gigantic, snoring pile, wearing animal furs and tattered shirts and britches. None of them were wearing vines like the first boy. I was in a spacious room with smooth wooden walls and a dirt floor. It had to be sometime in the early morning because I could hear birds calling outside.

I froze with fear as the realization hit me like a slap to the face.

I was in the secret hideout. If this was the hideout, that would make the boys sleeping around me the Lost Boys. If these boys were indeed the Lost Boys and I was truly in the Secret Hideout, then that would undoubtably make the strange boy that was holding me Peter Pan, my supposed worst enemy.

What do I do? What do I do? I panicked, Oh My God! How did I end up in Peter Pan's secret hideout? Where am I?!

This is your chance! hissed an aggressive voice inside my head, Bring him down!

Err... Yea! Of course! That's what I need to do! I affirmed and I readied myself to attack. I was great at hand fighting and he was unarmed and asleep. I can take him!

I grabbed the boy by his arms and I rolled over, flinging him over my shoulder and on to the floor. He slammed to the ground, letting out a painful grunt of surprise as he woke up, dazed and confused. I rolled to my feet, getting ready to pounce on him and take him down for good, but as I got to my feet a dizzying pain shot through my scull and I collapsed back on the ground.

I grabbed my head and curled up in a ball on the dirt floor.

"What did you do to me?!" I demanded, wincing with pain. I

"I fixed your head dummy," the boy sat up, rubbing his shoulders, "Tubby hit your head because you kept screaming and the pirates were coming. Sorry about that by the way."

When the pain subsided enough so that I could move I touched my forehead. I felt a thick bandage beneath my fingers. I saw a little boy run up to Peter. He looked very young compared to the other lost boys. He had a carpet of thick, messy brown hair and big, brown eyes.

I tried to get up but the pain came back and I curled up into a ball again, breathing hard.

Peter lifted me up off of the ground and put me back on the bed.

"Let me.... go!" I demanded weakly, "I can... do it... myself... don't need... your help..."

"No you can't," he replied, "At least not right now. You shouldn't be doing anything. You'll just hurt yourself more."

I wanted to object but my head started spinning and an agonizing pain shot through my temple. Instead my acursed body betrayed me and I whimpered and curled up closer to him. I hated myself for how weak I was at that moment. I should be stabbing him with a knife not cuddling with him!