Ella

"Who the hell do you think you are Pan?"

The young man's eyebrows rose as he stared at the girl out of the corner of his eye. She realised the redundancy of her question quickly and turned her head away, fierceness emanating from her demeanour, merely accentuated by her crossed arms.

"Now now Ella," he commented, turning to face her. "Just because you don't like my plans, doesn't mean you don't just go with them. Remember what we agreed."

"You're the boss," Ella sighed in resignation, flinging her hair into a messy bun as she reached for her bow with her right hand. The dense forest didn't allow for much movement, but she still tested the tension on her string before she seemed satisfied and held out her hand for her quiver. "But I still don't think it gives you the right –"

"The right?" Pan said dangerously, eyeing the young woman up and down as he held her quiver just out of her reach. "Do you really need reminding about what gave me my right?"

Ella's feet jumped over to him and all but snatched the arrows from Pan's hand, not even letting the barest amount of skin touch his. She swung it around her body as she turned back to where the lookout gave a perfect view of the pirate ship on the horizon. Candlelight lit the ship as Ella reached over to Pan's hip and pulled out the telescope he had situated there. Within moments she was scanning the far away ship for life signs, spotting a few of Hook's crew milling about.

"How many?"

"Just enough to keep him in check," Pan shrugged. "Two? Maybe three? I know how you get once you get started, but please, no more than five."

"Are you going to give me a boost?" Ella asked, closing the telescope with a snap as she looked over at the boy's neck where a small vial of green pixie dust was hidden.

"Like I'm going to waste it on you," he snarled, before walking away into the darkness. Ella looked out over the dark expanse of Neverland once more before beginning her nimble climb down the side of the cliff face. It was a long way down, but she'd done it many times before. If Pan kept going at this rate, Hook wasn't going to have any crew left.

Not that the pirate even realised. Ella was quick; much too quick for him to have ever caught sight of her. She could dispatch half a crew from the shore if he was anchored close enough. Unfortunately tonight her wasn't, and her path to him would have to be swum.

It was a very good thing that she was a strong swimmer.

The skill wasn't one that she had known her entire life. In fact, she'd been afraid of water since she was born. Even now, the waves that lapped at her worn clothing gave her a frightening spark as she cut through them swiftly. But it was something Ella had learnt quickly when she arrived in Neverland – if you feared something, you fought it until you feared it no longer.

It was Pan's teaching; one of many that she'd picked up.

There was no point in asking the girl who she was before she came to Neverland, she would never voluntarily tell. Even Pan had needed to torture the truth out of her over weeks of pain. After that, it had taken her months to even speak, almost a year before she'd spoken to him.

Now they were in a strict business understanding.

But Ella was no fool. Hook was working for Pan too and look how their business relationship was working out? An assassin climbing up Jacob's ladder in the dead of the night to dispatch of his crew; ensuring that the pirate knew just exactly who he was working for.

And as Ella climbed over the rung, she pulled her scarf up to cover her face, her first arrow flying before the man who spotted her could even let out a sound. As soon as the arrow was let loose, another was already in its place, fired at the man sleeping at his post. Ella couldn't deny the twinge of guilt that came with shooting an unsuspecting man.

But Pan had ordered. And she was a soldier; she followed orders well.

Her last arrow flew when she heard a vocal sound from above her. Swinging around, she saw a young man climbing down the rigging, calling for the Captain. But she silenced him mid word, his body seizing up momentarily before he fell.

It was almost like slow motion, the way in which he arced through the air, landing in the lightly swelling ocean with a loud splash that awoke Ella from her trance. Her orders were complete; it was time to go. Blinking her eyelids a few time, she practically ran for the railing, making to push upwards –

The singing of a blade embedded in the wood that landed right where she was about to put her hand made her stop.

"Normally I wouldn't complain about women coming to visit me in the dead of night," a voice came from behind her. "But I take it you're responsible for my rapidly depleting crew?" She refused to turn around, merely pulling the dagger from the wood and continuing her spry jump onto the bar. Ella grasped onto the rigging as she glanced backward. She hadn't seen Captain Hook face to face before; in fact it was part of her job description not to. She cringed when she thought of what Pan would do when he found out.

If he found out.

But as the Captain advanced, hook menacing in his left, and sword wielded in his right, she merely gave him a small salute, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones, before she fell into the ocean backwards, her body twisting to land easily in the water and begin her smooth swim back to shore.

"Smee!" Hook called through the night, sheathing his sword as he watched the girl go. "Get the deck cleaned up."

The sound of wearied footsteps came from below decks, the short man appearing behind Hook, a little puffed. "Yes Captain?"

"Elliot, Hanson and Johnny are dead." Hook said the words without expression. He knew that eventually they'd all be dead by Pan's hands – those men were just lucky their deaths were quick.

"The assassin again Captain?" Smee's eyes widened.

Hook nodded slowly before his eyes narrowed, watching the disappearing silhouette of Ella on the shores of Pan's Island. "But I believe fortune's on our side Smee. I saw her."

"Her?"

Hook nodded. Pan, for the first time in centuries, had kept a girl.

And as the young woman squeezed the water from her shirt, ringing it out until it was remotely dry, she began her slow ascent back towards Pan's camp. As she dumped her weapon by the beach, Ella sighed in regret at what she had just done. But it was all she could do. Any more and the guilt would overtake her, and she'd be of no more use to Pan.

Instead, Ella found herself trying to remember that the assassin wasn't all that she was. That once upon a time, she'd been someone. Just someone. But now she was a nameless, faceless shadow. One of many that stalked Neverland.

One of many that was trapped by the orders of Peter Pan.

A/N: Howdy Team!

AU. For the first freaking time ever. I am writing AU. Because that OUAT episode just destroyed every vision I have of my beautiful Peter Pan. I don't want to know that he was a cheating douche who grew up to not be Robbie Kay. I want him as this. The evil little bastard who's running Neverland and just wants to live forever.

Rant Over. My new FanFiction begins.

I wasn't intending on starting another one so soon. But I gave up on trying to catch up 15 days that I missed of NaNoWriMo because of When One Day Is Equal To A Thousand. And my life felt horribly empty. So here is the end product!

New OC. Evil Pan. And I'm thinking dastardly charming Hook. Not too sure who else yet, but we'll cross those bridges when we come to them. Also, I'm probably not going to be as invested as I was last time. So this most likely will not get finished over the course of 25 days. I'm gonna stretch it out a bit. ;)

P.S. Don't expect heartfelt Pan anytime soon. I'm way too angry with the OUAT writers for that. I want sexy evil Pan for a little while.

Can't wait to hear from you! xx