Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 13 - Mentally Twisted, Physically Tied

*^ Scarlett's POV ^*

"Fxckin' ass" I mumble, rubbing at my eyes. I understand he was trying to help, but I'd rather not have an unknown spell cast on me. I probably should have asked him what it had done.

Stumbling slowly to the other side of the room, I find a mask and a heavy coat. The mask I recognised from the first night I'd arrived. It was the one that had covered my mouth, but left my eyes for others to see. A note was left beside the, both, confusing me.

"You're gonna need these. War has broken between us and the pirates, I don't want them knowing what your face looks like. I would like you to keep your identity a secret to anyone who enters the island, unless they are a future Lost Boy. For your safety of course - Peter" I read out loud, sighing deeply. Of course he'd be doing his best to protect me now. He didn't seem to bothered about me before.

I was stuck between feeling extremely annoyed at Peter, and extremely guilty over me overreacting. I'm guessing me labelling it as an overreaction means I feel bad, but I'm also extremely irritated.

I smile happily once I have it on and tie it carefully in place. I felt kind of naked with it off, which is surprising since I never realised how strange I felt without something on my face. It felt slightly weird, but kind of comforting.

I pick up the coat, not recognising it at all. At first I wondered if it was something like I had saw on the first night, but once I'd picked it up I'd began to realise it was nothing as I'd pictured it to be.

It was quite big and fit weirdly on my figure, but it was extremely nice to wear. It kept me warm, looked nice, and was very soft. It also smelt nice. Sort of like a forest. It was a soft grey colour, reminding me of the thick smoke that danced around the flames of the bonfires that where lit regularly at camp. All in all, it reminded me of my home. It reminded me of the camp, and the boys in it.

Wearing it however, only made me feel ten times more guilty for yelling at Peter. I never meant to yell, the words just left my mouth before I could process the words leaving my lips.

"God damn it, Scar" I scold myself, feeling guilty and stupid of my previous actions. Why did I have to yell at him?

"Well you could chase after him, or hope you see him around later" I say to no one, my voice muffled through the mask. I sigh, the heat from my breathe warming my face because of the mask.

There was no real point in chasing after him, because I knew he wouldn't leave the island. He needs to take care of his boys, and this island is in his possession for a reason. To help lonely, young boys find a home.

Wrapping the coat around me a bit tighter, I open the door to what I'd say is the exit of this place and find myself in the open again. I should be enjoying the fresh air, but the heavy rain and strong smell of wet dog leaves me scrunching up my nose.

"Fxck you Mother Nature" I mutter, stomping through the mud.

For some reason, I feel about ten times more aggressive today than ever. I've never felt this angry or swore this much in my life! Honestly, it scared me.

As I trudged down the muddy path, I heard soft whispers from the bushes. Out of instinct, I pull a knife from my pocket. I was gonna grab the one in my boot, but I decided that if anyone was there and I'd have to fight them again some time later, I'd rather they not know about my secret station that holds about 4 knives.