It was twilight and we'd almost arrived at the Peter's Camp (I could see the auras, half a kilometre or so ahead). In the low light, the world was colourless. Shadow and light blended into one until there was no light nor darkness...

Everything was colourless, blinding and completely dark at the same time. Was this how Peter wanted it? The two of us blended until Neverland was neither light nor dark yet still colourless and cold.

Pan appeared in front of me, his dark eyes smouldering and a layer of cheekiness, blending into chilling malice. He seized my arm viciously and I winced, holding back a cry. "You're late," he sneered, "I think I'll ground you."

"You're not my dad." I sassed back, being away from Peter, I'd regained some of my spirit, maybe that wasn't so good. "You don't own me."

"That's where you're wrong, love," He sneered, his pearly whites poked through a tight-lipped smile. My feet suddenly lifted and the world spun. When it cleared, I was back in the camp with Pan still holding my arm. The Lost Boys melted from the treeline and approached with interest. "I own you."

"Jerk." I snapped. Pan grabbed the front of my dress and pulled me close to him.

"No love, I'm much worse than that." Pan sneered, he threw me away from him and I hit the wet floor, hard. Mud scraped up one side of my body and I landed on my knee and pelvis. A gasp whispered throughout the gathering group of Lost Boys. I pushed myself up from the ground. Dark, clouds, brewed overhead as my rage inflated.

"Screw it, screw you!" I snarled, spinning back to him. My hands trembled, lava could be melting from my palms and I wouldn't give a flying flip. Rage boiled and bubbled within me. He'd bought me here against my own will, expected me to be the replacement for Wendy Freaking Darling and his love legitimately the most powerful sorceress ever, expected me to forget my home and give up all intentions of leaving. Nope. Nah. Nada.

I was leaving. Right now. This very second.

My anger inflated even more and lightning clashed from the skies, unlike when the weather was matching my fear, this lightning was thick and heavy. They were split second cracks in the sky, showing a fraction of heaving in less than a heartbeat. Small, ice chunks began to rain down, hitting the ground with a fury matching the tantrum of a toddler.

Pan looked in the skies in a mixture of interest, surprise and worry. Curiosity framed his face and shaped his lips into a question.

"You-you quim!" I screamed, the first insult coming to my mind, my hair clung to my face in sodden clumps and my dress damply stuck to my skin, the same way a child would to their mother. "Kidnapping me from my family. Hurling me to another world."

I ran forwards, my fists raised, I wanted to hit him, hit him so bad, knock that stupid look of wonder he had when looking at me. I could see it in his eyes, a look of interest and pure joy. But he didn't value me as a human being, no, he saw me as an opportunity, a weapon, if you will.

"You-" I cried, clumsily swinging my fist as I ran at him. He saw me at the last second and when my closed knuckles were a centimetre from hitting his face, he teleported. The momentum I'd gained, kept me going and I tripped, falling into the mud.

"Come on Ma-Ria." Pan teased, "is that all you can do?"

The boys began to laugh and jeer, slime spilling down my face, I stood, my hands shaking. They clenched, and a large tree, across the clearing was stuck by lighting. Lost Boys fell from the tree with a cry, Peter's eyes narrowed at the scene and then fixed on me.

"Come on," I growled under my breath, "come at me." The mud on my skin had mixed with rain and ran in icy rivets down my skin. I was sure I'd get sick later if I stayed out any longer. My hands, if not for the rage that flowed through my veins, would be curling and shaking from the chilling cold.

"Stop this Maria," Pan called through the rain. "You're going to hurt someone."

"Like you hurt me?" I cried through the rain, tears beginning to spill down my cheeks. I was glad that they mixed with the rain. Little hailstones shattered at my skin and bounced across the muddy ground. In the background, some of the more sensible Lost Boys were trying to salvage their camp and get everything back in order, some still hung around, eager to see the fight.

"Maria, calm down." Pan said again.

"No!" I screamed, lightning lashed out again and I would've stomped my foot if it weren't so childish to do so.

Pan moved towards me at lightning pace, suddenly he was in front of me, rain slicing the few centimetres between us. He pulled up he hand like he was going to knock on an invisible door between us. Instead, he opened his palm and made a wiping gesture from his left to right.

Pink filled my vision and I began to collapse.

Flip. I thought as I fell to the ground.