Petra's POV

I examined the drawstring a bit more, trying to think of any other alternative of what I already suggested. "Stole it?" Mal questioned. "Are you sure? It could've just fallen off." I shook my head and set the bag back down. "No, if it fell off the drawstring would have went with it." I said, already beginning to pace. "Someone took it. And on an island full of villains I shouldn't be surprised." I stopped and ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down.
After taking a few breaths and regaining my head, I turned around to face Mal again. "I have to go find it." I said confidently. "I'll just go find whoever stole it and take it back. Can't be too hard, right?" As I said all this Mal kept shaking her head. "What? No, no, no." She said, taking my arm and beginning to walk me down the street. I made sure to grab my bag as we walked past the scooter. "Petra, you can't walk around here alone. You have 'Auradon' written all over you, and hero's kids aren't exactly welcome here. Not to mention-" she stopped herself, as if she had said too much. But this only struck my curiosity. "Not to mention what?" I asked. Mal shook her head. "Nothing, don't worry about it." She assured me. "For now, I know a place where we can lay low. But we have to hurry, we've drawn enough attention to ourselves already." I scoffed and looked back at the market we practically destroyed. "You think?"
Mal lead me down a few more shady alleys and dark streets, until finally we arrived at a hair salon. "'Curl Up and Dye'." I read the sign aloud. "Sounds lovely." Mal walked up to the door and held it open for me, although I'm pretty sure the shop was closed. "Hate to burst your bubble, but this is as lovely as it gets around here." She said as I walked inside.
The salon was just about as messy as the streets surrounding it. The walls were covered in paint splatters, and there was some sort of chemistry set on my left. A young girl was in the center of the room sweeping, she looked about 10 or 11. She too, was covered in paint splatters. The girl looked up at me and stopped sweeping. "We're closed, sorry." She said. "We open back up at midnight." Mal walked in after me and stood by my side. "She's with me, Dizzy." She said to the girl.
Dizzy gasped and set her broom aside. "Mal! You're back!" She exclaimed. "Is Evie back too?" Mal scoffed. "As if." She answered, which seemed to lessen Dizzy's excitement. "I uh, forgot that you guys didn't open til midnight. Place looks good." Dizzy giggled in response, and I decided to take a seat in one of the chairs so Mal and Dizzy could catch up.
"So, has your grandmother given you any customers yet?" Mal asked, looking around the room some more. Dizzy shrugged. "A few witches here and there." She replied. "But mostly I'm the one sweeping. Lots of sweeping." Mal frowned and stopped in her place. "That's not fun." She said. Dizzy shook her head and sighed. "Yeah, she went from evil stepmother, to evil grandmother." This caught my attention and I spun the chair to face Dizzy. "Your grandmother is Lady Tremaine?" I asked. It had never occurred to me how many other villains may have had children.
"Yep, my mother is Drizella." Dizzy explained. "She and my aunt are the ones that own the shop, so they put most of the work on me." I frowned and leaned on the arm of my chair. No wonder Carlos was so eager to leave. Sounds like his mother wasn't the only one to mistreat her children. "If I may ask," Dizzy said, walking closer to me and putting her hands behind her back. "Who are you? You're from Auradon right?"
I stood up straighter in my chair. "Is it that obvious?" I asked, spinning the chair so I could look in the mirror behind me. Dizzy cringed a bit, which gave me the impression that it was indeed that obvious. "Well, yeah." She said. Then she started looking closer at my red locks. "But it's probably only the outfit. Your hair is really pretty!" I smiled and spun my chair around again. "Thank you!" I said, running a hand through the ends of my hair. "It's kind of a family thing. You know, the signature Peter Pan red hair."
I saw Mal give me a strange look out of the corner of my eye. "Maybe not throw that name around so much?" I could barely hear her mutter. "Your dad is Peter Pan?" Dizzy said, looking a bit fearful. "You better look out for-" "Hey, Dizzy!" Mal walked between Dizzy and I. I raised an eyebrow at Mal. She was keeping something from me, and I despised being left in the dark. "You used to do Evie, right?" Dizzy seemed to have forgotten all about what I had just said. "Yep, I came up with the little braids!" She said, clearly proud of herself. Mal nodded and sat in the salon chair next to mine. "You think you could do something for me?" She asked.
Dizzy looked at Mal's hair for a moment, she looked extremely deep in thought. "How far can I go?" Dizzy asked. Mal shrugged. "The works." She replied. "As long as I feel like myself. Oh, and you have to do Petra too." I snapped my head up to look at the two. "What?" I said. "My hair is fine, thank you." Mal sighed and crossed her arms. "You said it yourself, your hair is a dead giveaway on your parental identity." I raised my eyebrow, seriously doubting my hair is what will out me for being from Auradon. Mal seemed to sense this, so she continued. "Come on, Petra. Have you ever gotten your hair done before?"
Being from Neverland, I never really worried about how I looked, including my hair. I slowly shook my head. "Good, that'll make it more fun." She said. "We'll make it subtle." I glanced over at Dizzy, who looked extremely excited at the opportunity to work with my hair. That was enough for me to sigh and give in. "Fine. As long as your paying." I said. Mal smirked. "Of course. Dizzy?"
Dizzy seemed to be ten steps ahead of us. She walked over to a table full of styling tools and picked up the biggest pair of scissors she could find. I glanced over at Mal, who simply smiled. "By the time we're done, you'll blend right in around here." She assured me.

Carlos' POV

As the limo continued to drive towards the Isle I could already feel dread building up inside of me. Evie told me that we would make sure our parents wouldn't find out we were back, but that was the least of my worries.
My girlfriend was there. Petra Moira Angela Pan was on the Isle of the Lost. Now I regretted changing the subject every the Isle came up in conversation. Maybe if I hadn't she'd know more about it and she'd be better off. But no. She was probably over there completely clueless, she had no idea what she was in for. And the worst part? One of my best friends is the person who put her there.
I expressed my worries to Jay, and he on the other hand didn't agree with me at all. "Are you kidding me?" He said. "This is Petra Pan we're talking about. If anyone from Auradon could survive the Isle, it's her."
After what seemed like ages, the limo finally parked at a back alley on the Isle. We all hopped out and grabbed our things from the trunk. I was already having flashbacks to my childhood here on the Isle, and they weren't exactly pleasant. The first thing Ben did when he hopped out of the limo was head towards a large, red tunnel that lead to the ports. To be exact, it headed to one ship in particular. "What's in there?" Ben asked, looking inside. But Jay quickly dragged him away from it. "You don't want to know." He said as he lead Ben down an alley on our right, and Evie and I soon followed.
"Alright, first we need to find Petra." Evie explained as we walked, trying to stay away from as many people as possible. "If we find Mal with her, that's a plus. But Petra doesn't know the ropes as well as we do. She'll stand out, so it shouldn't be hard." "What about Mal?" Ben asked, waving to a thug leaning against a wall. I think the only person who sticks out around here more then Petra is Ben. "Mal grew up here, she'll be fine." Evie assured him as she dragged him away from the thug. "But Petra has a knack for finding trouble. And her dad's history with this place doesn't help much either. Any objections?"
When no one spoke up, Evie took that as a 'no'. "Good, we'll split into pairs. Carlos with Jay, and Ben with me." Everyone seemed to like that plan and agreed among themselves. "We can meet up at our old hangout, with the flying rocks sign." I suggested. "Knowing Mal that's where she'll be, so once we have Petra we can just pick up Mal and leave."
"Assuming she wants to leave." Jay muttered. Evie frowned and shook her head. "Don't think like that." She scolded him. "I'm sure Ben can talk some sense into her." Ben didn't seem too keen on being called out. "I-I mean, I'll try?" He said. Evie nodded and stood near Ben. "We'll report back in 2 hours." She said adamantly. "Now come on. If Petra is easy for us to find, she's easy for anyone else to find too."

Petra's POV

I had never gotten my hair professionally done before. My whole life I had just ran a brush through it and left. But I never imagined getting your hair done would take so long. I let Mal go first, and hers took forever. But by the time she was done she looked like a whole other person. Her hair was a light purple, lighter then it was when I first met her. It was straight and now she had bangs.
I told Dizzy I wanted my hair to be subtle, nothing too drastic. She agreed, but judging by how long it was taking I was getting a bit anxious. But after about an hour of Dizzy tugging on my hair doing who knows what, I finally heard the little girl say "Done!"
Dizzy spun my chair around to face the mirror, and I was almost afraid to look. But I was definitely glad I did. "Oh my gosh!" I said in surprise, touching my newly colored hair. "It's, it's, green."

"Do you like it?" Dizzy said, stepping in front of me. "I know you said you wanted subtle, but I thought the color would be great for you." I ran my hand through the green ends of my hair again. It was definitely different. But the more I looked at it, the more I grew to love it. It felt like me. "Dizzy, I really like it." I said, standing up. Before I knew it, the young girl had embraced me in a hug. It caught me off guard, but after a moment I hugged her back. "Thank you, Dizzy." I said. "Of course, Petra!" Dizzy said, letting go of me and walking towards the cash register.
She was a sweet kid, I'll admit it. We hadn't know each other long, but I had a feeling we'd get along just fine. "It looks good on you." Mal said, startling me. I was so caught up in my thoughts I'd forgotten she was there. "You definitely blend into the Isle more." I smiled and grabbed my hat to put back on. "Thanks, I think." I said, turning back to my chair to grab my things.
Mal went to the register and paid an extremely excited Dizzy before walking back near me to grab her things as well. But just as we were about to leave, I heard someone bust through the front door behind me. "Fork it over, you runt." I heard a boy say in what sounded like a Scottish accent. As I turned around to look at him Mal grabbed my arm to get my attention. "Under the table, hurry!" She whispered. I glanced at the styling table and before I could question why I was supposed to hide, Mal practically shoved me underneath it.
I scooted as far as I could under the table. "Still running errands for Uma?" I heard Mal say. "Or do you actually get to keep what you steal?" I heard heavy footsteps, which I assumed to be the boy's. "Well, well, well." He said. "What a nice surprise." Mal spoke up next. "Hi Harry."
I heard the boy, Harry, start to walk again. This time it was in my direction. "Just wait until Uma hears your back!" He shouted. I saw his feet appear inches away from me. "She's never going to give you back your territory." As I took a closer look at what I could see of Harry, my eyes trailed up as far as my gaze could reach. "Well that's okay, because I will be taking it." Mal said. I wasn't paying too much attention to what they were saying. What did catch my attention, however, was a strange object attached to Harry's belt loop. When I realized what it was I could hardly believe it.
My pixie dust.
It was just within my reach. If I was quick enough, I'm sure I could have grabbed it without anyone noticing. But time was running out. I slowly reached my hand out to Harry. "I could hurt you." I heard Harry mutter. I was just a centimeter away from my pixie dust. "Not without her permission, I bet." I heard Mal say. And just as I was about to wrap my fingers around my pixie dust, I felt a strong hand grasp onto my wrist and pull.
I stumbled out of my hiding place, and found my captor to be Harry. He pulled me to my feet and I finally got my first look at him. He had blue eyes and a sharp jawline. He was pretty well built, which would definitely explain the strong grip he had on me and underneath his tri-cornered hat I could see his dark brown hair. He wore a long red coat and, strangely, held a pirate hook in his left hand. I had seen the hook before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on where.
"Now what do we have here?" Harry said, looking me over as if I was a piece of meat. "I haven't seen you around, have I?" I yanked my wrist out of his grip, but didn't back away in fear of looking weak. "No, I don't really like surrounding myself with scum like you." I spat, my British accent becoming more clear then usual. Harry smirked and let out a breathy laugh. He held up his hook closer to my face. "What's your name, darling?" He muttered, dragging the tip of his hook down my jawline causing me to unintentionally shiver. I remembered what Mal said about throwing my identity around and regarded it. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I hissed, shoving Harry away and crossing my arms.
Harry's cocky smirk became even wider, I wanted to slap it right off his face. "Well then, I guess I'll just call you 'the really awful thief'!" He said, starting to walk out of the shop. On his way out he knocked over a bunch of jars on the counter. I rolled my eyes at his show offish behavior, and when he caught me doing this Harry gave us a bow as if he had just put on a performance. Then he turned and walked out with his arms outstretched as if he was the greatest person in the world.
"What a twit." I said, facing Mal. She had a twinge of something in her eye that I couldn't read. "Well, I guess some things are passed on through blood." Mal muttered as she grabbed her purse. I glanced up at her and raised an eyebrow, grabbing my bag as well. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Better yet, who was that guy?"
Mal sighed and crossed her arms. "That, was the very reason I've been telling you to lay low and blend in. That is the reason I had you get a dye job. That is the reason I told you to hide under that table, and you didn't listen. Now Harry knows you're here, thank Walt you didn't say who you were." I shook my head, still confused. "Mal, that doesn't answer my question!" I said.
Seconds before Mal did answer my question, however, I had put most of the pieces together in my head. The red coat, the snobbish behavior, the Scottish accent, the pirate hook. They all added up to one person, the monster in all my storybooks. And when I heard Mal say his name I realized that the apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree.
"His name is Harry Hook. Son of Captain Hook."