"WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAVE ADOPTED YOU! ALL YOU'VE DONE IS BEEN A PROBLEM!" My "mum" screamed at me...for the third time.

"Elizabeth, there is no need for that." My adopted father said, trying to calm Ms.Darling down.

"Don't worry, by tomorrow, I won't be your problem anymore." I whispered, walking up the stairs to my room.

I closed the door and ran to my closet, a weird place to have a "secret hideout" but in the corner of the walk-in, I had a pile of books. Fairy tales. Not the bippity-boppity you look like a princess crap, but the originals, written by The Grimm Brothers and Hans Christian Anderson. When I was frustrated or sad I would curl up with my baby blanket and read a few stories. Which, didn't exactly work anymore, because I was 5 foot 5, and I could use my little pink blanket as a leg warmer.

I grabbed my book bag and dumped all the textbooks out, it's not like I would need them where I was going. I packed clothes,brushes,blankets,and my storybooks then zipped it close as I heard my bedroom door knob turn. I ran to my bed and flew into it, then covered myself up as Mr.Darling walked in.

I watched as he walked across the room to turn of my lamp. Before he left he kissed my forehead and said, "Please excuse Elizabeth, she hasn't been the same since..."

I sighed. "Wendy left. I know."

"Yes." He nodded. "Do not take what she says personally Olivia-Grace, she means well."

I nodded and closed my eyes. I waited until I heard my bedroom door close to open my eyes. Careful not to make a sound, I stepped out of bed and tip-toed to my closet to grab my bag. I quickly ran over to my bed and grabbed a hammer out from under my mattress. Elizabeth Darling was a paranoid weirdo, she nailed every single window in the house shut, she had five locks on each door. So, to get out unnoticed, I had to open the window and climb down the vines that snaked up the brick wall.

I pried the window open and felt the cool night air; before I climbed out I whispered to myself, "I'm sorry Dad." And swung my legs over the side.

Climbing down from a second story window on a London winter night with only vines to hold you up is not a smart or safe idea. For one, after a while of your knuckles scraping the brick, they get bloody and cold. And two, with one wrong move you could end up on the hard pavement with a broken bone. I stopped to catch my breath, climbing down vines is a lot harder than it would seem. As I was about to move my foot to the next foothold, my left leg was suddenly suspended in the open air.

I gasped and put my toes on the brick wall, trying to find somewhere to put my foot. As I looked around I felt the vines my hands were holding onto, breaking away.

I looked up and whispered, "No bloody way." The window sill was to far for me to reach, but I was still too high that if I fell I would break my leg. I searched for a way up but I was too late, my hands slipped and I fell. I screamed, not caring that they probably heard me. But, before I hit the ground something knocked me sideways and grabbed my hand. I gasped and steadied my breathing.

"Wait..." I looked up and my mouth fell open. Holding me by the hand was a shadow, when it looked at me I saw it's glowing eyes. It took my mind a moment to process that I was being carried by a flying shadow with glowing eyes to god knows where.

"AHHHHHHHHHH." I screamed at the top of my lungs. I tried to wiggle out of it's reach but the shadow's grip was too strong. I looked down and saw the London streets speeding past, then I thought, 'Couldn't this be a good thing? Wherever this thing is taking me, Ms.Darling won't be there. And I can find somewhere to live until they find me again.'

I was snapped from my thoughts when I realized the air was getting thinner. The shadow was flying higher and higher and didn't seem like it was going to stop. My head started aching and my lungs hurt, my vision blurred as I passed over the ocean. Suddenly, everything went black.

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Everything was dark. Everything hurt. Was this what deadness felt like? Deadness sucked. Is deadness a word?

Suddenly I sat up and gasped, like jumper cables were put in my chest. I caught my breath and rubbed my temples, trying to kick start my brain.

"Well, look what the shadow drug in." Someone said behind me with a elfish laugh. I could tell I wasn't going to like them.

I turned around while asking, "Where the bloody hell am I?" As I looked at the person, my cute boy radar went off. "Oh my God"

He smirked, "Like what you see?"

I could feel my face heat up, not from embarrassment, but from anger. This cocky little....

"Pa-lease, now tell me, where the hell I am?"

"Why, you're in Neverland love."

This boy was either crazy or mentally unstable and I could tell he wasn't going to be much help. I sighed and turned around. "Whatever, i'm sure I can find my way off this island."

The boy laughed. "I don't think you get it love, you're in Neverland. There is no leaving, not without my permission."

I turned on my heels, and rolled my eyes. "Okay, let me guess, you think you're Peter Pan. And this is Neverland. Reality check, none of that is real. It's all stories."

He raised his eyebrow, how can one's eyebrow go that high? "Says the girl who was just saved by a flying shadow."

I stayed silent, so that wasn't a dream. So, if that shadow was real... could it be possible that he is telling the truth?

"I pictured you as a red-head."

He looked confused, "Pardon?"

"In the stories. You're supposed to be a red-head. And have a tiny hat. And a tiny knife."

He looked at me like I was the crazy one. "Felix! Boys!"

The underbrush rustled and at least a dozen boys stepped out. All of them were wearing rags, and they didn't smell too great either. I watched as they surrounded me, eyeing me like I was a piece of meat. It was obvious they didn't see many girls.

"Felix, take this girl to the cages. She might be of some use to us, and if she's not well...."

"You're gonna kill me?"

A boy -who'd I assumed was Felix- stepped forward. "Of course." He tried to grab my wrist and I punched his nose. I cradled my hand and rubbed my sore knuckles. "Idiot girl." Felix said as he held his nose.

"You're telling me." I said shaking my hand.

He grabbed my arm and when I jumped back he pushed me to the ground.

"LET ME SHOW YOU JUST WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU'RE DEALING WITH?!" I said, raising my voice and walking up to him.

"PLEASE GO AHEAD. AND DON'T DISRESPECT US GIRL. WE'RE THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!" Felix said, also raising his voice.

"IN THAT CASE, YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME DIE! BETTER THAN OWING YOU ANYTHING!"

"Quiet both of you!" "Pan" said, shushing us. We went quiet until we heard what he heard. Footsteps and whispering.

"What's that?" I asked in a low whisper.

"People that want to ruin our lives. Felix get the girl to safety, everyone else get your weapons or start packing up camp."

"I have a name you know. It's not just "girl"." I pointed out politely as I could.

"Well it won't matter if you're dead, will it?" He retorted.

Felix grabbed my arm and dragged me behind a tree. "Keep quiet."

He ran out to the clearing and grabbed a club. I peeked out and saw the enemy.

It was a blonde lady with a red jacket, a tall woman with shoulder high hair,and a lady with a pixie cut. By the looks of it, the pixie and red jacket were related. Pixie kept close to Red Jacket, like she was protecting her. The men came out; There was a regular looking blonde guy and a goth eyeliner dude. The strangest thing was, he had a hook for his left hand. Was he supposed to be Captain Hook? This place had some major cos-players. Maybe it was some kind of comic con.

Before I could take another breath, the arrows started flying, swords were drawn and lost boys were knocked down. Felix ducked under arrows and tried to get close enough to hit the girl with a weird ball of electricity coming out of her hand. I watched and gasped as the boy who claimed to be Peter Pan caught arrows that were inches away from his face. As I looked around the clearing, I noticed Pixie was gone. I leaned out from behind the tree to get a better look. I couldn't find her.

I heard a snap from somewhere behind me and turned slowly to see Pixie creeping up behind the Peter Pan cos-player with an arrow notched in her bow. I couldn't breath as she hid behind the tree and aimed. In seconds a thousand thoughts ran through my head, but the one that kept coming back was, What if he actually is Peter Pan? Peter Pan is the spirit of Neverland right? What happens if he dies, will Neverland die with him?

I watched as her fingers started to slip off the drawstring and I still couldn't decide what to do. The boy was doing a okay job at catching arrows(I'm not sure how), but they were being fired at his face, he could see them.

"Bloody hell." 

I ran out from behind tree and time seem to slow down. In fact I think it did slow down. Running into certain death to save someone I barely knew you'd think I would be thinking something heroic. But in actuality all I could think was, 'I am a dumb ass'.

As I got in the path of the arrow I put my hands up to protect my face; because obviously my first instinct was to protect my face and not my internal organs. Time sped up again and I felt the boy turn around as the arrow went through my hand.

I didn't scream, I didn't cry, I just stood there in the silence and looked at my hand. The nerves in my palm started to numb and blood turned my hand red. I looked up at the archer and saw she was holding her hand over her mouth in awe. I turned around and looked at Peter Pan.

"Your welcome." I said simply.

My eyes rolled back and I fell into someone's arms.

Before everything faded I heard a voice above me say, "Next, time you come near her, you will lose more than your boy." 

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Yeahhhhhhh. I feel like that chapter sucked, but hoped you liked it anyway. And apparently deadness is not a word. 

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