Wicked Game (OUAT Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter 25

The forest scenery had passed us by as I laid limp on Felix's shoulder. I couldn't muster up enough energy to see the scenery before me anymore. Everything that had once been vibrant and seemingly full of life, now appeared quite dull and mundane.

My head was pounding painfully and it didn't help that with every step the elder Lost Boy took, the swaying of each step and the deliberate adjustments that he would make so that I wouldn't slip off of his shoulder, the more nauseous I felt. I could feel the poison creeping its way through my body setting a throbbing and burning pain that increased in intensity as it passed through.

The poison had yet to reach my heart, but I could fell it making its way saving it as it's last victim on its path of decay and destruction. Yet, it wasn't the poison that left me feeling like I was suffocating. No, it was the erratic and arrhythmic fluttering that had taken place. What was once a strong and steady pulse that perhaps beat a bit faster upon the sight of someone, was now weak and hardly hanging on.

True love, it was true love that was causing this and knowing that I have broken all chance at finding a happiness due to my stupidity and desperation. I should have never made that deal with Hook in the first place, I know that now. No amount of promises to going back home and reuniting with my mother and grandparents could ever heal a pain such as this.

I felt like someone had a hold of my heart and was gripping it tightly, not allowing it to thrive in its natural environment. Every feeble pulse made it a struggle to get in any form of oxygen, this didn't include the uncomfortable situation that I was currently in. It wanted to work overtime, I could feel it struggling, attempting desperately to thrive through pains clutch. However, without its other half it was practically pointless, just like I was.

It was true what Pan had told me all those months ago, Neverland isn't for the weak. Neverland is for those who wish to play a game of deceit, who fight for survival and to be at the top of the food chain.

As a princess, or a fallen and lost princess, I have no business being here. Instead, my place is behind stone walls guarded by people who are willing to risk their life to protect their monarch and there family. Where glistening jewels and frivolous clothing gave off one's status and not scars and war stories. I don't fit in to Neverland and Neverland never wanted such a frail and desperate creature like me.

Felix had finally stopped walking and had all but unceremoniously tossed me onto the ground causing me to land on my face and aggravating my wound. With a groan I had rolled over only to be met with an odd rattling sound, as if stick had just been tossed onto the floor. I glanced over to where he was only to see a cage made of various sizes of sticks that was even smaller and appeared to be more cramped than the cells at the castle.

Is hook my head as I turned over once again and attempted in vain to crawl away, my unsteady breathing only growing rapid as I tried to ignore the pain. However, Felix had seen what I was trying to do, "Oh, no you don't." He grabbed me by the ankle and had all but dragged me back, "Don't make this even more difficult than it already is." He gritted out, fighting my flailing arms with what little fight I had left in me as he continued to drag me into the cage. Once I was completely inside, he had slammed the door and had tied it so that it wouldn't pop open.

"Please, let me out." I fruitlessly pleaded with him when he began to pull on a rope to make the cage suspend off the ground.

"Sorry Princess, but it's Pan's orders." Was his response.

I scoffed before angrily spatting out, "And you just live to serve him?" at this point I was sick and tired about hearing what Pan has ordered. All that I wanted to do at this point was to just get out of this cage, find a remedy, and go home like I had always wanted from the start. And if it meant offending or hurting anyone that gets in my way then so be it. "Always doing his bidding like an obedient dog."