Chap. 4

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It had been two days since the incident. It was my fourth day in Neverland and I was actually kind of enjoying it here. Henry believes Pan more than ever even with my attempts at trying to make him believe otherwise.

The only problem was, however, was the fact that even I didn't know what to believe. One minute, Peter's acting all sweet and kind and the next he's sneaking off or putting Henry in dangerous situations. 

He hasn't mentioned anything about an alternative and I haven't asked him about it. I've opted, however, on focusing on the positives of each day, rather than the negatives. 

It was mid-day right now and Peter had left early in the morning. He wasn't expected to be back until any minute now, so I decided to choose this day to read. 

I was laying on a tree branch that overlooked the camp and reading one of my favorite stories. That was, until someone decided it was pretty funny to shoot an arrow at my book. I watched as my book flew toward a branch next to mine with the arrow sticking out of it.

"Really?" I said. The culprit just laughed. I jumped off the branch and walked up to the boy. "What's so funny about what you just did? Please, enlighten me."

"I- I was just hav-ing a bit of f-fun," he wheezed. 

"You know, if you had missed, that arrow could've killed me," I said. 

"Aw, does it look like I care?" He mocked, still laughing.

I pulled my dagger out of its holder and held it to his throat. He stopped laughing almost immediately. 

"Why do you look so worried?" I whispered while circling him, my dagger lightly tracing his neck. "I'm just having a bit of fun."

I stopped right in front of him and grinned. I brought the dagger so that it was right under his chin. He gulped and I dug the dagger into his skin a little bit, not wanting to cut him too deep. Just enough to scare him. 

He flinched and closed his eyes. "Please don't hurt me," he said, his voice shaking.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" I said. He let out a shaky breath. "I want you to say sorry." 

He didn't do anything other than whimper slightly. Was this really the type of people Peter brought to this island? I mentally scoffed. Peter could've done so much better. 

"We don't say sorry in Neverland," one of the Lost Boys said.

"Well, I don't care," I said. I roughly grabbed the Lost Boy that shot an arrow at me by the hair and rearranged the dagger so that the tip was on the side of his neck. "Say it."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, alright?!" He sobbed. "Please doh- don't kill me, I- I don't want to die."

I took the dagger off of his neck and put it back in its holder. I looked at him smugly.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked. He shook his head frantically. 

"What's going on?" I didn't even need to turn around to know it was Peter who asked the question.

"Just a little disagreement, but it's all settled, now," I said and turned around. "Nothing to worry about, Peter."

He gestured with his hand for me to move away from the Lost Boy. I took a step back and watched as he walked over. He grabbed the boy's chin and lifted to check for the cut. Peter scoffed and took his hand away from the boy.

"Stop your blubbering, it's hardly a scratch," Peter said. The boy tried to calm his crying.

"She- she was gonna kill muh- me," the boy said. I gave him a weird look.

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