A sequel to Volatile.
"Be careful, soon enough he's going to be eating the meat off your bones."
It's been months since Charlie arrived on Neverland, and she's finally getting used to being there. From a fight, to a conspiracy, and finally a secret...
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When the Truth Hunts You Down by Sam Tinnesz
I open my eyes, cracking them slowly. I move to sit up, but feel a sharp pain filing my stomach. The air feels sharp like a knife, and as I breathe I can't help but wonder if there is a hole in my lungs. A large, gaping monstrosity closer in size to a dinner plate than a penny.
As my vision begins to adjust, the initial pain subsides. It's awful, don't get me wrong. Possibly the worst pain I've experienced in quite recent memory.
A cry escapes my lips as I try to prop myself up, and I feel hands on my sides lowering me down.
"Don't be an idiot." Jared's voice, I can hear the panic coating the edges of its words. It's sharp, and it scratches against my ears as I hear it.
"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Like, two minutes." He answers. "Shock got you. I was hoping you'd wake up after the battle."
Max, he's unconscious. He's about a mile away, and I'm the only one who knows where he is. I don't know that I'll be able to find my way there though, not because I'm injured but because I can't see much of anything.
"Why is it so dark?" I ask, peering around.
Jared shrugs, leering down over top of me.
Hands wrap around him from behind, and I watch as he's ripped out of my field of view.
"No!" I scream, wincing as I try to pull myself up.
I watch as the Native man, Adahy, wraps his meaty arms around my body, lifting me into the air. The pain in my stomach increases tenfold, and my hands fly down to press against the pain.
Wet hands, and when I look back up at them they are bloody. My hands are wrapped around a stick embedded into my body. There is an arrow inside me. Oh my God.
"Peter!" I scream, as I feel a hand slammed against my head.
"Charlotte?" I can hear his voice ask the question.
I crane my head up, catching a glimpse of him through the crowd. He eyes me, and I watch as his eyes widen.
Adahy lowers a sharp knife down towards my heart, and I scream. It doesn't hit me, as I whip my dagger out of my belt and send it into his stomach. He stumbles, and we fall to the ground, him landing on me.
"NO!" I hear Peter screech.
There is no light. I can hear the screams of the boys around me and the smashing of bodies together. The high pitched screeches of metal on metal, metal on bone. The smell of smoke is fresh in the air, but I see no flames. Nothing at all, and I know I'm facing upwards but I see no stars.
I grunt in pain on the ground, barely managing to slide out from the body on top of me. Adahy is still breathing, in fact I'm sure he could live through the stab wound if he got medical attention.
