Hello Everyone! Thank you for giving my story a chance. This is my first story so please be nice. I probably made some mistakes but you know what thats how we learn. Enjoy and please give me feedback on how you thought it was good or bad.

-Miss. Madison

P.S. I dont own OUAT or its characters. I am simply borrowing them for your entertainment ;) enjoy!

I turned on the water and stepped into the shower. Immediately the warm water soothed my tense body. I had been studying for finals all night, and this was the only moment of peace I had. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck. This was the most relaxing thing that I've done all week.

Once I finished I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and went into my room. Suddenly I felt a breeze, I looked around confused and noticed that my window was wide open. 'How did that happen? I swear I had it shut' I thought to myself. I shrugged, walking over to my window and shut it, shutting my curtains along with it.

Then I got on my pajamas, shorts and a baby blue tank top, and I stuck my phone in the pocket of the shorts. Yet, I couldn't help but get and eerie feeling, like someone was watching me. 'Don't be silly Niki, its probably just your imagination running wild again' I brushed that thought away immediately. But I couldn't shake this feeling… never mind.

I went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. Once that was done I inspected my face, making sure my makeup was all off. Satisfied I turned off the light and headed back to my room. I shut my door, turned on my light and froze. I couldn't more, I couldn't scream, my legs felt weak underneath me. Sitting on the edge of my bed was a man, or boy I guess I should say.

He didn't look much older than 17 years old. He had short dirty-blonde hair that sat just above his ears and gray-blue eyes that looked evil and menacing yet…. Pained? He was very good looking, and his face- well his whole body was covered with dirt. His clothes were dark green and brown, it looked like pieces of clothe that were poorly sewn together. He had a belt with a small dagger on it, and he wore a brown cloak with a hood that was down.

"Hello there." He said, as a small smirk appeared on his face. He had a thick British accent. He slowly stood up and walked toward me. I took a few steps back as he got closer but my back was already against the wall. I try to scream, but I hear nothing. I come to the quick realization that he had put his hand over my mouth. I closed my eyes and tears started to spill from them. He chuckled, and then whispered, "I'm going to let go, but know this. If you scream I will kill you and your loved ones. Understand?" It took me a second to comprehend everything that was happening, and then I nodded. He slowly and cautiously took his hand off and took a few steps back. He gave me enough room to be able to open my door and run. That's what I did.

As I open the door I was not met with the brightness of my hallway. I was met with a forest or more like a jungle. I turned to see my bedroom was gone and was replaced with more jungle and the boy was still there. The only thought going through my mind was, 'This has to be a dream, or I'm going crazy'. The boy was just staring at me, I open my mouth to say something but all that came out was "How…". He was studying me, watching my every move. "Magic darling" he replied with the smirk still on his lips. I shook my head and backed away, "Your crazy".

I turned to run but bumped into something, it was him. I looked over to where he initially was then looked back at him. "How did you-" "Do that?" he finished my sentence. I just nodded. "Like I said, magic".

I couldn't face this crazy boy. He was obviously mentally ill. I shook my head, I refused to believe what he was saying could actually be true. I turned and ran like hell, not running in to him and not stopping to ask why.

As I ran through the forest/jungle I could barely see. The only thing providing light was the moon, but even that didn't help. As I ran I kept tripping over tree roots and my shirt kept getting caught on branches. I ran for what felt like forever, I ran until my lungs burned and my legs ached. I couldn't hold my own body up anymore, and I collapsed from exhaustion. I needed to take a break, for just a minute. I looked around and saw nobody was around. Letting out a sigh of relief, I rested my head against a tree and shut my eyes.

Nearly half a second later, I herd slow clapping. My eyes shot open and there leaning against a tree was the boy. "I have to say I am impressed," he said smiling. I stood up slowly, he continued "that was an interesting game, but you need to work on your technique." He pushed himself off the tree and started walking toward me. I got ready to run but right when I turned he grabbed my arm, twisted it behind my back, and pinned me to the tree. "Not so fast Nichole." He whispered in my ear. My eyes widened "How do you know my name?" I said struggling against his grip, at this point I was beyond terrified. He chuckled "I know a lot about you sweetheart" he whispered again.

"Who are you?" I asked trying to keep my voice from shaking, but had no luck in doing so. I could tell he had a wide grin on his face by the way he said, "Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan." I scoffed, "You're crazier then I thought" I struggled harder to get away, but he was stronger than me. He chuckled then said, "You haven't seen crazy yet darling." Then he backed away. I turned around slowly to see him pacing back and forth, not taking his eyes off of me for a second.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice still shaking. "I think your smart enough to figure that out for yourself," he said, still pacing, watching every single move I made. I took a few shaky steps forward until I was a few feet away from him. "Why am I here?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Now where is the fun if I tell you" he shot back at me. He took a few steps toward me as he pulled out his dagger. I dropped my arms and took one defensive step back.

"Come on boys!" he yelled holding his dagger in the air. He looked at me with a crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly about a dozen or more boys around 12-18 years old come out of the forest. Peter, if that was his real name, slowly brought the dagger down so it was pointing at me. I turn in a circle and see that they all are wearing basically the same clothes that Peter was, they all were covered in dirt, and they all had some sort of weapon. They all surrounded me; I had nowhere to run I was trapped. "You like games?" He asked me, twisting the dagger he held. "Fine then, lets play". He said with a devilish smile. All the others began to laugh. I glared at him and he just smiled back.

"So shall I pick a game?" He questioned me. It took everything in me not to laugh, "You are actually serious?" I asked him, I couldn't help but smirk, but it disappeared almost immediately. "Well yes of course." He said looking around at his "boys". I realized at that moment how close we where, I tried to take a step back to put some space between us but got poked in the back with a sharp weapon. They all laughed again.

"So here are your options," he took a step closer, only shorting the small distance between us. "You can either play the game of my choosing and you could go home if you win. Or you could just not play the game and have a zero percent chance of going home." He smiled pushing the knife gently on my neck. "Fine" I said through gritted teeth. He pulled the knife away from my neck and addressed everyone around us. "Alright boys, what shall we play?" He asked, almost immediately all the guys started shouting out answers like "hide and seek" and "kickball" and a lot of other kid games.

Everyone was yelling things to Peter, but Peter shouted over them. He didn't have to yell for long because everyone shut up almost instantly. "I have a better idea" Peter said, staring at me "I'd like to hear what happens in my story in your dimension." He addressed me. "What game do I play in this story of yours?" he seemed very interested. I tried to remember the story of Peter Pan; I remember that he loved to play this family game where Wendy was the mother. That's really the only game they ever played. "In the story, Wendy always played the mother and Peter always played the father and the lost boys were the children." I said recalling the story, "They never broke character, if they did Peter would yell at whoever broke character." I continued, Peter and the lost boys laughed.

"What an interesting game" Peter stated. He looked as though he was thinking hard, trying to figure out how to make that part of our deal. "Alright I've got the game we are going to play" He stated, "we are going to play that game exactly, but if you brake character, then you stay here, forever. If I break character then you may go." He finished explaining the rules. I thought for a moment then said, "Doesn't seem like I have a choice. Alright fine". Peter outstretched his hand, I hesitated but then took his hand and he shook my hand slowly "looks like we have a deal" His tone scared me; he stared intently into my eyes and glared right back at him.

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