"Move!.. Come on! Keep walking bitch!" Sam heard one of the guys yell at her before she was roughly pulled forward by the ropes bound around her wrists which only made her wrists burn even worse. They had been walking for what seemed like ours and she felt her knees buckle under the weight of the abuse she had been under the last couple of days and of the exhaustion of her body.

Her hands had been bound ever since she was captured and she had been blindfolded, making it hard to orientate herself.

She had absolutely no idea where or to whom they were taking her. But she had a feeling it couldn't be good. She had felt the fear, the men surrounding her, had been radiating and she couldn't shake the intense feeling off of herself. It was a feeling she had never sensed before.

The men had been hardly talking when they were around her and the only times thát she had heard them speak was when they threw insults at her and tried to intimidate her.

She had been on a ship, she gathered that much, but she had no idea how she had gotten there… One moment she was walking down the street and the other she was attacked, down in an alley and woken up on a ship. Somehow they had managed to overpower her. Something she still beat herself up over. How she could have let that happen.. How could she have been so stupid?!

She could have taken them all down, she was way stronger than all of them combined.. what the hell had blocked her power!?

She felt the rope attached to her hands suddenly loosen, making it seem the man stopped walking.

"What's going on, gentlemen?" she purred.. sensing the tension hanging around them. She would let them know she felt somewhat nervous as well. She could see, she couldn't move.. and without her powers she felt almost naked.

"Shut up!" someone snapped at her. "If I were you, I wouldn't be so cocky.." someone else hissed in her ear. "Or things will get real nasty real quick for you.." the guy threatened. Somehow she felt it wasn't just a mere threat..

"Getting scared huh?.. You should be" he taunted. "Not really, are you!?" she replied with much more arrogance and confidence in her voice than she really felt.

He had no time to response as she heard leaves rustling around them again. She still couldn't see a thing but from the sound of the footsteps there were a lot more people around than before.

"Here she is!.. Just like we promised!"

"You satisfied?!" Sam heard a familiar voice call out. She didn't miss the slight tremble of fear and insecurity in his voice.. just like she didn't miss that familiar tension hanging in the air again.

"Who are they so afraid of?" Sam thought.

"Not yet!..How do I know she isn't just some random girl you plucked from the street?" she heard someone say. She didn't recognize the voice so she reckoned it belonged to one of the people that had approached them.

Sam was suddenly pulled forward again. "Ah! Some warning please!" she yelled at the men. She didn't care if she was supposed to be afraid, she didn't care she was being sold out.. no.. right now.. she was pissed! Pissed about being dragged around like a prisoner, being bound for days until her wrists were sore and burning, pissed about being blindfolded.. Pissed she didn't have her powers and just pissed that she had let herself get caught in this situation and didn't know what the hell was going on.

She was answered by someone kicking her against the back of her legs, forcing her down on her knees.

She was roughly pulled by her hair making her wince.

Her scarf was pulled to the side. She knew what could be seen there. She had a tattoo on the right side of her neck. A tattoo of a butterfly. She had it placed somewhat years ago and it meant a great deal to her then, and still did. Where others saw a mere butterfly, she saw a reminder that she could and would survive everything until the day she gave up willingly. Every time she looked at it in the mirror she was reminded of her past, what she had been through and how she could survive everything as long as she fought for it.

"You see?.. It's her!.. The one you wanted"

"Good.. very good!" she heard the guy from the other party say again.

"Now.. Our reward….?" she heard one of the men who had taken her utter carefully.

"Ofcourse.." came the reply.. but somehow it had an evil ring to it.

She heard footsteps again and she also heard someone chuckle.

"Wait! Where are you going!?" someone called out..

Whhhsssj! She felt a wind rushing down her face. She heard a loud scream near her and suddenly the tight hold on her hair was gone.

The impact send her falling forward towards the ground. She was able to twist her body just in time so that she fell to her side instead of face down into the dirt. Her hands were still bound behind her back, but with the chaos going on she didn't think anyone paid any attention to her. She rolled onto her back and pulled up her knees so she could move her arms from her back to the front. She immediately pulled off her blindfold and took in her surroundings.

She was in a clearing in a forest and there was panic. That was all her mind could process right now. Some pirate-looking guys were screaming and trying to fight off arrows that were coming from every direction and were being shot from between the trees. She couldn't make out any faces for all the figures were hooded.

Several men were lying on the floor, most of them had arrows protruding from their bodies. The men around her were screaming and running in all kinds of directions trying to get away from the massacre.

She was desperately trying to magically 'poof' the ropes around her wrists gone, but something was still blocking her magic. So instead she went for the second option her mind was screaming at her.. Run!"

She ran.. she ran as fast as her legs would take her without looking back. She ran into the dark woods, leaving the screaming far behind her. But it didn't take long before she heard shouting behind her. When she looked over her shoulder she saw she was being chased.. That was a mistake..

Because by looking back she didn't see a tree root sticking out of the ground sending her whirling to the ground fast. She was able to break her fall with her arms just in time, but by the time she had scrambled back up she was surrounded.

She could now see the hooded figures were teenagers.. just like her. It was a group of about nine boys coming from all angles towards her.

They kept closing in on her until her back hit a tree and she had nowhere to go.

Another boy made his way towards her coming from behind the group..

The others made way for him, making Sam believe he was their leader. He stopped a few feet away from her.

"Who are you!?" Sam tried to keep her face as emotionless as she could and she scolded herself when she heard the slight tremble in her voice, betraying how she really felt.

His eyes were glinting with malice and his face was graced with a wicked grin.

"Welcome to Neverland, Samantha.."