"Where are we?" Newt asked as we stepped out the exit door of the maze. We expected it to be the end, but it seems like we are lost again.

"We-" I stuttered, wondering exactly where we are, "we're in a forest."

We all looked around and saw the green surrounding us. Tall thick trees covered the light, making it dark. The air was humid and fresh though, sending a breeze through our dirty sweat.

Soon, out of nowhere came a rustle of leaves, someone's coming. We all readied ourselves. I tightened the grip on the pair of daggers I held, Thomas held out his spear, so did Minho. Newt readied his machete, same with Teresa.

Another rustle came and I saw a shadow pass. I walked over to where I saw it with caution. Then, someone caught me from behind, making me drop the weapon I held in my hands. He put caught one of the two daggers I held and pushed it against my neck, though it only hurt a bit.

I let out a slight scream, to let the others know someone's here. All heads turned to me, especially Newt. His eyes narrowed when he saw me hurt.

"Finally I got everyone's attention." The boy, who captured me, said. He seemed the same age as everyone else, while I was younger than everyone else. While the rest were about seventeen or eighteen, I was only fifteen.

I saw that he had fresh blonde hair, green emerald eyes, and wore what seems like a clothes made out of raw materials from the forest. It was technically green.

"What do you want with us?" I snapped, struggling to break free of his grasp, but he was pretty strong to keep me there.

"Oh, I want nothing from you, love." I heard him say, he had a lovely british accent, just like Newt. But his voice sounded as evil as ever.

"You were merely trespassing in my territory." He chuckled, and I could feel him smile as I kept struggling to break free. But the more I moved, the more I scratch my skin against the sharp edge of my dagger.

"You territory?" Thomas asked, with his spear pointed towards the boy.

"This is my land. And everyone should do as I say." He ordered, "Or this young lass here'll pay for it." He pressed the dagger on my skin, finally drawing blood off. I groaned in pain as the thick blood trickle down my neck.

"Stop it. You're hurting her!" Newt shouted. He was always the one who protected me.

"What is this place?" Teresa asked, with her machete gripped tightly in her hands.

"Why it is neverland, dear." He smiled.

"Very funny, we're serious here. We-"

"You think I'd joke at a time like this?" He chuckled, his chest rose and fall against my back. I gulped as the blood kept falling from the scar he formed.

They all looked at each other, but Newt kept his eyes on me and the boy. His eyes darkened and it looked vicious. He was always the one who cared most for me, like a big brother.

"Then who are you?"

"The name's Pan." He snapped, getting serious. "Peter Pan."

I shook my head in disbelief and cleared my wounded throat. "Isn't it just a bedtime story?"

"How do you suppose I stay young this long? How do you think I just captured you?" I figured he used magic, but it was hard to believe. As far as I know, magic didn't exist. Only science prevails.

"Yes, magic." He waved his other hand in front of me and a purple smoke glitters out of it. Now, I believe him. Somehow.

"You all better do as I say, or beware the consequences." He warned, as his hands glitter once again in purple smoke.

Newt looked at the others and Thomas nodded. As soon as he did, the gladers put down their weapons, but Newt kept his grasp on his machete tight.

"Now unhand her." He ordered. Luckily Pan did so, he let go of me, handing me my dagger, both daggers. Then he hovered his hand through my wound and it disappeared. The blood vanished and the agonizing pain healed.

I stood there in shock as he grinned at me and winked. Was he flirting with me? I'm only fifteen, and he must be way older, since he never grew up.

He walked into the forest and shouted, "Follow me."

We knew that we had to follow him, or who knows what he'll do. Magic is a powerful thing and I better not do anything against it.

The gladers and I followed him, and soon Newt walked up to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. He kept looking at my neck, where the wound was. He kept wondering about it as we walked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I scratched my supposedly healed wound and found it to be smooth, the skin. I think he did more than healed it, he made it better.

"Good to know." He looked down the path we were walking. It was dark, the soil pretty muddy, causing my combat boots to get dirty, but who cares.

"What is it?" I asked in worry. He didn't look too good, especially when he stared down Pan.

"It's Pan. He almost bloody killed you, who knows what else he might bloody do?" Newt huffed, a little bit exhausted. We haven't had any rest since the maze and now we're walking through a rough terrain, the humid air made me sweat for no reason.

"I know, but we gotta' trust him for at least a while. We'll do as he say, or you know what he'll do." I suggested, keeping a straight face as I passed a huge fallen tree.

"But we have to do something." He walked through the fallen tree with ease, giving me a hand to get through. "We can't just listen to his orders."

"But what?" I put my other leg around the tree, soon walking normally again through the muddy soil.

"Well, we can't bloody kill him, but we can hurt him, or cage him, or something."

"For now, we listen to what he says. Who knows he might just be a good guy."

Newt looked at me with suspicious eyes, surely he expected something. "But he might not."

"Let's just see."

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A/N

Sorry this one's short. I'm having writer's block for the while, but I had an idea to join tmr with ouat's Pan. I noticed many of you gladers love this evil Pan, so I decided to write sth with Newt and Pan meeting. The thing I notice is tht most ppl love Newt and Pan, there are some gifs and pics out there with tbs and robbie kay, so yeh.

#Peace