Pan's Game || OUAT Fanfic || EDITED VERSION

Chapter 10; I Feel Like I'm Forgetting Someting

"Missing someone is your heart's way of reminding you that you love them."

~ Unknown

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Alice's P.O.V

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    I wake up the next morning to someone shaking me awake.
    "Wake up."
    I opened my eyes to see Peter, sitting on the bed, next to me.
    "Go away," I mumble, pulling the blacket over my head.
    "Well, good morning to you, too," he replies sarcastically.

    "What do you want?" I snap at him, my voice muffled by the thick blacket.

    "I want you to get up and change into the clothes I placed on your dresser," Peter says.

    I felt the bed shift slightly, indicating that he had stood up.

    "You have ten minutes, I'll be waiting for you outside," he says.

    Groaning, I swig my legs off the bed and walk over to the wooden dresser.

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    "I have to admit," I say to Peter as I walk out of the tent. "You have a pretty good taste in fashion."
    I had tied my hair up in a messy bun and was now dressed in a green jerkin with brown breeches and a pair of brown boots.
    "Thanks. Now come on," said Peter, turning to walking away. "Follow me."

    "Where are we going?" I ask, catching up to him.
    "You'll see," he replies, not checking to see if I was following him.
    I raised an eyebrow but didn't make any attempt to respond to his answer.
We soon reach another clearing in the middle of the jungle.

    "Here," Peter says, handing me a sword by its hilt.
    "What's this for?" I ask, taking the sword from him.
    "Training." Peter answers. "You're a lost girl now, you need to know how to defend yourself."
    "I don't seem to recall myself agreeing to be a lost girl," I say, lowering the sword.

    "You chose to be a lost girl the moment you summoned my shadow," Peter says, picking up a stick.
    He then waved his free hand over the stick and turned it into a sword.
    "How was I supposed to know that I'd summon your shadow? I was reading a book for God's sake!" I retort angrily.

    "Don't raise voice at me, love," he warns.
    "Whatever," I mutter under my breath, turning to walk away.
    I stop in my tracks as a sword is impaled into the tree next to me; the blade less than two inches away from my head. I widen my eyes and stare at the sword in shock. Then regaining my composure, I turn around to face him, my eyes gleaming with anger.

    "You could've killed me!" I yell, storming towards him.
    "Trust me, love," Peter says, chuckling. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead."
    "En garde!" I shout, advancing towards him.
    Peter grinned, raising his sword in a defensive stance. "Now you're talking."
    I lung forward.

    Parry, side cut, overhead slash, I recite in my mind as I fight him.
    "Is that all you got?" Peter taunts as he blocked my overhead slash. "I thought you had a lot more fire than that, Alice."
    He retaliated with a counterstroke but I saw it coming and blocked it; and blocked his next two strokes with equal ease.

    Come on, Alice. Disarm him already, rang Will's voice in my head, causing me to have a flashback...

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    "Come on, Alice. Disarm him already." Will says, shealthing his sword.
    "I'm working on it!" I shout as I block Lewis's counterstroke.
    Will had been teaching Lewis and I fencing since the start of the year and wanted us to have our first duel against each other.

    "Alice, use the maneuver I taught you!" Will shouts, walking towards the two of us.
    I fake a side cut then retaliate at the last second. Lewis parried in return, giving me opportunity to disarm him. And I hit him in the chest with the tip of my sabre.
    "Ha!" I exclaim, smiling as I take my fencing helmet off.

    "Hey, that's not fair! I wasn't taught that move!" Lewis protests, taking his helmet off.
    "It's too bad you missed that lesson then." I say.
    "Nuh uh uh, you put your money on the line. All or nothing!" he demands.
    "No way!" I protest, shaking my head. "I lost when we did this for archery. So why should I do this now?"

    "Just because, friendship." he answers, smiling innocently.
    "Fine." I huff, putting my helmet on again. "If it makes me the better sportsman for constantly sacrificing my safety by giving in to your bloody "All or nothing" all the time."
    "That's more like it!" Lewis chirps, wearing his helemt.
    I sigh, rolling my eyes. "En garde!"

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    I fake a side cut and then —changing Will's tactic slightly— at the last second I use the blade of my sword to strike Peter's sword. He loses his grip on his sabre and it flew up into the air. As a reflex, I raise my free hand upwards and caught the sword by its hilt. In one fluid motion, I cross one sword over the other, forming an "X" less than a hair's breadth away from his neck.

    "I thought you had a lot more fire than that, Peter," I say, smirking as I quote his earlier words.
    "Nice move. Where'd you learn it?" he asks, looking surprised.
    "My friend, Will, taught me," I say, lowering the swords.

      "Sounds like he'd make a good Lost Boy," Peter says, grinning mischievously.
    "Don't you dare bring him into this," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
    "Clam down, Alice. It's just a thought," he says. "But if he was lost or unloved like you, I'd bring him here."

      "I'm am not lost, or unloved! Plenty of people love me. And Will's one of those people," I state, losing control of my temper.
    Peter's eyes darken at my outburst. "Careful, Alice. This is the third time you've broken a rule, and I'm getting tired of being lenient with you."
      "To hell with you and your rules!" I shout, turning to walk away, dropping the two swords in the process.

    "I'm going to give you one last chance to apologize," he says calmly.

    "Bite me!" I shout over my shoulder.

    I feel him grab me by the wrist, then... Nothing.

    The next few seconds are a blur to me and I find myself back inside my tent, sitting on a cot.  

    "How are you feeling?" Peter asks.

    "Dizzy," I reply. "What happened?"

    "You passed out."

    "Really? How'd that happen?"

    "Some lost boys were roughhousing and knocked into, you hit your head pretty hard," he explained.

    "Oh."

      Peter stands up. "I suggest you take this time to get some rest. The bonfire's in two hours."

    And he leaves the tent without another word.

    I don't know why, but something seems different. Almost as if I'm forgetting something important. I try to think back to earlier in the afternoon but all I can remember is me beating Peter at fencing. The rest is a hazy blur.

    Should I be worried about it? I shake my head. It's probably nothing.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter. Did anyone notice the Dan and Phil reference I added in? Melanie Martinez + Dan and Phil = ❤

Btw, would you guys rather I write in Alice's P.O.V or Third Person's P.O.V?

~Alice ☺

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Can anyone guess what Peter did to Alice?

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Edited: 21.11.2017