(That pic tho... 😍)

Felix's POV

I was laying in bed, shooken up about the whole 'Death-Pixie' thing...

An image of his appearance flashed in front of my eyes.

Why am I so scared about this? Nothing ever scares me...

With a last thought of reassurance, I turned onto my side and drifted off into a not-so-peaceful sleep.

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I was running through Neverland's forests. My adrenaline was being fuelled by my fear.

But what of?

My vision came more in focus and I realised the forest was more misty and gloomy than normal. The only plants that weren't dead were the deadly ones.

The ones with colour, were a completely horrible brown.

I saw a couple of figures in the distance.

I ran a little faster.

"Hey?! Do you know what's-" I gasped when I saw who it was.

Pan - my friend- and the Lost Boys were all beaten. Covered in blood and motionless. Pan was slumped against a tree whilst the others were hanging from the branches with ropes around their necks.

I didn't know what was worse. Their injures and the pool of blood around Pan, or the fact that their eyes and mouths were all wide open, staring straight through me.

(It doesn't help I'm writing this in a pitch black room... >.<)

A whoosh of wind and a dark chuckle sounded from behind me.

"You're next... Felix." The wind whispered.

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•Next Morning•
Pan's POV

He was alluring. He made me want to find out more.

What was it about Troye that drew me in?

I knew Felix was lying yesterday when he said that he was fine. I saw a glint in his eyes. He was...

Afraid?

I don't know what it was but it didn't seem very soothing. The aura around him changed completely.

He was so tense and so skittish. (I don't know if this is just a British word or not but if you don't know, it means jumpy.)

All I'd have to do was tap him on the shoulder and he'll freak out.

A couple of hours ago today, I walked up behind him, preparing to ask him to go hunting with the other boys.

As I got closer to the tree line, leaves crunched under my feet and he could hear it.

As soon as I got close enough, he whipped around and slashed my cheek with the blade he was sharpening with a stone.

I reached my hand up to my cheek, wincing as my hand made contact on the healing wound.

"Felix did that, huh?" An Australian accent acquired.

I sighed in exasperation, "Yes."

Troye sat down next to me against my thinking tree.

He's not allowed to be here, but I'm to exhausted to care.

"Not in the 'talkative' mood today?" He asked me.

"No." I said, my voice slightly quieter but deeper as my hand pressed against my chin as my elbow rested on my knees.

"How come? What's bothering you?" He asked me, actually genuinely concerned.

I smirked and sat up, "Oh, so you care now?"

He scoffed, "No. I just need some juicy stories to entertain me."

Suddenly, his eyes went wide as his body shook.

"Pan, get away!" He yelled in agony.

I quickly stood up in alarm and backed away, "W-what's wrong?!"

"GET AWAY!" His voice boomed.

He snapped his head up, his neck making a horrible snapping sound.

His eyes were red with flecks of black and his teeth were replaced with fangs. Sweat beaded along his hairline.

"He told you to get away... But you're dealing with me now."