"You've gotta wake up now sweetie." A voice calls, hang on. I know that voice. Dawn?

"Dawn?" I call out. I feel so light, hang on...I'm floating. My hair is flying around like I'm in water but I'm not wet. Don't you dare take that out of context.

"Come back to us." She said. I can't see her anywhere, it's just her voice.

"Where are you!" I call out but she says it again.

"Come back to us..."

I begin to panic, I can't see anything except for the endless white void. "I will! Where are you Dawn? Dawn?"

I heard her voice getting further and further away.

"No! Dawn!" I scream before darkness begins to surround me, making its way inside my mouth.

It can't end like this...

...

I sit up, panting heavily. My hair is a mess, stuck to my forehead with sweat. I comb it back with my fingers and sigh. I notice that my bed sheets were dark Browns and greens colours. These aren't my sheets.

I gasp and my eyes go wide as I suddenly remember what happened yesterday. Holy crap, the shadow thing,the dinosaur, Neverland, Peter Pan...he did something to me! Again! Ahhh I'm so going to murder that psycho. And I better bloody do it before he murders me.

A dark chuckle pulled me out of my thoughts, which came from across the room, speak of the devil and he will appear. He was here, in the same room, close by the door. I have no escape. "Good morning sleeping beauty." His British voice coo's as he stands up heading over to the left side bed, arm out stretched. So out of instinct, I jump out on the right side. Another small chuckle escaped him.

"Stay away!" I demand, trying not to make my voice waver. A malicious smirk appears on his face. One that could almost look playful if you tilt your head at just the right angle.

"Any why would I do that love?" He asks moving around the other side of the bed, leaving me trapped in the corner. Or I could jump across the bed. Yeah that should work...it didn't.

As soon as I jumped across the bed, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me into the bed, pinning my arms beside my head. "I didn't know you were so keen to jump into my bed." He says moving his face closer to mine, causing me to struggle against him.

"Your bed?" I say trying to get him off. So I kick my right leg out, making him temporarily loose his balance, before I flip him over, switching the positions we had before.

"You've got fire, I like fire." He smirks.

"You play with fire, you're bound to get burnt." I glare at him.

The only problem is, is that this guy, or 'Peter Pan' as he liked to call himself, is a lot stronger then what I am, and he easily pushed me off him, causing me to roll further onto the bed.

Captain crazy smirks and gets up off the bed. "It looks like I won." He says getting off the bed. I don't move. Honestly, I feel like I'm trapped on an island with a shark surrounding me. I glare at the so called shark when someone walked in.

He was wearing a sort of cloak thing, but his face could easily be seen, and the most notable thing was the scar down his face, which I found rather interesting. I wonder how he got that?

His eyes were locked with mine for a brief moment before he turned to the psycho. "Am interrupting something Pan?" The smirks.

"No! Nothing at all Felix, I was just preparing her to meet the others." He says.

"Others?" I question.

"Ahh yes! The lost boys." He says excitedly and I face palm.

"Of course. Why am I not surprised." I mutter totally unamused by the whole situation. "You might as well introduce me to the leprechaun while you're at it."

Pan just smirks at my sarcasm. "I'm sure you'll fit right in here." Before giving me a slight push out the door into a havoc of a place. There were boys throwing things across the rooms, some running around everywhere, some in sword fight and others were dancing. There must have been at least thirty or so all up, and they were all dressed similarly to...Pan.

Yep that definitely feels weird to say out loud, well, technically think it but it isn't that much of an issue on the specifics. I'm in Neverland for crying out loud. Actually, this is probably a dream. That's right, some sick and messed up dream become someone slipped a type of drug into my drink.

Some boys decided to run around me, using me as a barrier in their game of tiggy. I look down u treaty confused, but these boys must have been around ten years old. It was a natural thing for them to do. I notice some of the older boys however, stare at me. Almost shocked to see that I'm standing there, and it's most likely the fact that I'm a girl in this camp full of boys. There are so many ways this could go wrong here, and each one makes me slightly nervous.

There's is only so much Karate I can use before in overwhelmed with attacks to the point where I wouldn't be able to fight them off either, and that's what scares me.

I watched an arrow fly across the room and embed its self into a wall, whilst another boy grabbed it and re fired it. That could really be dangerous. I mean, it may be a big space but sharp, pointy things speeding across a room is very dangerous.

Though, during my thoughts, something inside me happened, like a sense that something bad was about o happen, and it told me to move to the right, just that tiniest bit. And I did, narrowly avoiding an arrow which embedded itself into the wall behind me.

I stared at it in shock, it almost hit me, and I dodged it. I look back to see who fired it, but there was another one coming this way, and I barely had any time to react, so all I did was brace for impact but it didn't come.

I open my eyes and Pan was standing in front of me.

Did he seriously just take a shot with an arrow for me? Is this guy delusional?

I lower my hands and see his amused smirk as he looks at me over his shoulder. I also notice that the arrow wasn't in his chest,
But rather, a few inches away from it, held in his hand. He caught it. He caught a flying arrow!

Legit, what the actual shit is going on?