Chapter 12

Who Are You?

"Looking for Henry are we?"

My sword held steady in front of me as I whirled around, the tip of my sword grazing the boy in front of me. Emma stood her ground with her sword in front of her, as we eyed the boy. The light was dim, and only a slight outline was visible of him.

He was cloaked in a hood, shielding his face from view. "I can assure you that you won't find him anywhere near where you're looking." He says, his identity still not revealed. "And do you honestly think that two weak girls coming to the rescue will accomplish anything?" He inquiries with cockiness in his voice.

Oh he did not just go there. "Let me make this clear. First, don't call girls weak. And second we will sure as hell get my son back." Emma retaliates, her sword coming dangerously close to his neck.

"Tell us where Henry is." I stammer stepping towards him until we were a foot apart. My blade was drawn, and ready to be used if necessary.

"Now, now...I'm afraid I can't tell you that. I guess that's just something you have to figure out on your own." He says with a chuckle, his head still covered by his hood.

"In case you haven't noticed we had swords, and we are fully capable of wielding them. So unless you want to neck sliced off I suggest you tell us where he is." Emma stammers, backing me up.

"You see...I would. It's just not that easy. What you don't seem to understand is that Pan wants Henry, and Pan gets what he wants. So I don't expect he'll be giving him up any time soon." The boy stated.

"And who are you to be telling us this?" I ask, dangerously close to using my blade on him.

"I guess that's just another thing you'll never know." He says with humor in his voice. I guess now would be a great time to put this blade to use. I spun my blade around so that the sharpened edge was pointed towards the boy. I lunged forward, with my blade steady, as I smashed the boy's head into a tree.

"We asked you as question." I spit out my words, shoving him harder. The force of the impact causing the hood to slid backwards, revealing the mystery person's face.

Felix.

I had to admit, being on the whole island with only one friend could sort of be a letdown. It would be perfect if maybe, just maybe the lost boys were willing to reach out to me. It was like they were all afraid of me or something. I mean come on, wouldn't it be most logical if it was the other way around. It's not my fault that I'd like a friend, maybe someone to talk to.

I sat all alone, like always, at what most people would call a plain field. I know It seems odd when I say it feels like it's more than just a field. This is where I've poured out all of my thoughts and emotions.

"You look lonely."

I expected it to be Peter, since that about sums up all the people that have talked to me on this island. But I turned around to find a new face. He wasn't a complete stranger; I'd seen him around camp and on the training fields. It could have been just me, but I seemed like he was some sort of leader.

Although we only talked a little, he was the first friend, other than Peter, that I had made on this island. And the best part is that once I made one friend, somehow all of them were more willing to open up and talk to me. It was like suddenly all of the boys overcame there fear of girls, and as if they decided I might be helpful.

But it didn't matter what made them do it, I was just grateful for the fact that I was no longer all alone inside my head.

(A/N: I'm really sorry that this was short (and a little late) but I've been really busy with school lately. I'm not sure when my next update will be. It should hopefully be by tomorrow, and if not it should be by thursday. But if I don't update in time, I'm really sorry, it just means I'm really busy.)

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