Disclaimer: Duh, me own nothing. You see all. Duh! *giggles and walks away to hit her boyfriend over the head with a club and drag him back home by his hair* Chapter 4 The dagger spun through the air, quickly, with grace and ease, directly focused on it's target. Peter had no time to react as he watched the knife sink into the tree less than an inch above his shoulder. Gasping, his arms began to spin as he lost his balance on the narrow tree limb and began to fall. Anna grinned and made her way down the tree she'd had momentary residence in, dashing across the forest floor to the tree that the boy now hung captive in. Climbing the tree as quickly as she could as she watched him tug at the dagger, she felt pride in herself swell. She was that much closer to finding and killing Peter Pan. Peter felt his body slammed against the tree and looked at the girl, now face to face with him. She was holding up nearly all of his body weight, pushing his back roughly against the bark, her face only inches from his and worried over with a scowl. His feet dangled in mid air and he looked down, seeing just how far he'd been freehanging moments ago. His eyes followed her silently as she reached up, gripping the dagger and pulled it out. Then she did the last thing he expected. She let go. Of course this had a somewhat opposite affect than he'd planned as he plummeted to the ground, only able to soften the blow of the hard soil with little levitation. He was finding it particularly difficult to fly at the moment for reasons beyond him. He lay there, looking up, watching her climb swiftly down the tree before darting over to his side, her body straddling his chest, her hand swinging the dagger around back to his neck. Peter's eyes went wide. He was caught. He watched her carefully as she dragged the knife slowly across his skin, pressing down so a delicious sting spread through the layers of skin. The blade did not pierce, but came close enough to leave a small pink mark across the column. “Now,” she started, her accent deepening slightly in her dangerous tone. “Are you going to tell me your name or not?” she growled darkly at him. Peter’s eyes grew defiant and his head shook violently. In a childish gesture, he stuck his tongue out at her, anger marring his young features. A grim smile crossed her face and she tilted her head to the side, as if studying him for a moment, scrutinizing his face. She sat back, her weight sliding down to put pressure on his pelvis, the bones starting to ache under her body mass. She leaned in closer, looming inches from his face, a masochistic smile playing on her lips. "I know who you are, you don't need to tell me." Peter's eyes grew wide, not from shock of her recognition but from the tone of voice that she displayed. "You do...." his words were half question, half statment, as if daring her to speak his name. She rocked back on the balls of her feet, standing in a swift, smooth motion, stepping back enough to let him stand before her, his hands brushing away the dirt. He watched her carefully as her eyes flickered for a moment, as if thinking. "Of course I do imbicile! I'm not an idiot." she growled at him, her hand still flicking her dagger nervously between her fingers, watching him. Peter stayed grounded, carefully backing up a step or two, not to alarm her, but to keep the slight distance for his own comfort. Anna watched his movement and her head darted to look directly at him as she brought her dagger up, flipping it quickly so the blade rested in her hand before she threw it. In the next instant it was, once again, buried beside Peter's head in a tree directly next to him. He watched as she strolled up to him, one hand grasping his arm, the other reaching out to tug the dagger out of the bark before she glared at him. "Don't even think of running or next time, I won't be so careful with my aim." Peter's eyebrows shot up as she backed off a little, but kept her hand around his arm. She pulled his arm tightly, spinning him around and grabbing his other arm, bringing both around behind him, holding his hands togather. Her grip was like iron against his skin and it pressed against the bones in his wrist as he tried to struggle. It was incredible, the strength she had. Normally he would have been far away by now, but her speed, stealth and strength had amazed him to no end that day, his ability to escape her grasp eluding him. He felt her tug on his arms, pushing him along in front of her. He realized then that she had wrapped something around his wrists. Turning his head back to look, he spotted the tight green vine that coved the forest wrapped around his wrists and turning brown with death. Soon they would be brittle and he could release his hands. Anna noticed him stopping and shoved his body forward, watching in satisfaction as he almost tripped and fell to the forest floor. Peter glared back at her before moving forwards. Twenty minutes later they came apon the clearing Anna had made, the fire still roaring in the pit. A stack of sticks, small logs and moss sat beside the fire, but far enough away that they wouldnt' catch fire themselves. He felt her hand clamp down on his shoulder and was shoved to his knees roughly. She dragged him backwards a few feet to a large tree and took another vine, wrapping it tightly around his body. She left the vine attatched to the tree this time, her eyes watching the small length she'd bound his wrists with turning a shade of the dirt benieth her. Sighing, Anna grasped onto the tree after she was sure he was secure, and began to climb once more, pulling the ties of the pack from the trunk and wrapping them around her arm as she began her decent. Peter watched her climb up the tree with grace and speed he'd only seen in himself and a few others. She certainly wasn't like any girl he'd ever met before, strong and tough. Definatly a pirate. Peter snorted in his head at his comment. A girl pirate. That would be the day... Anna hopped from the tree down to the ground and made her way back towards the boy. She was not sure exactly who he was. She had the nagging feeling that this was Peter Pan, the boy she'd been searching for, the one she set out to kill. But the doubt in her mind would not let her be, so she tied him to the tree and scaled the branches to get to her pack. In the morning, she would take him to the ship, to her father, and if this was the boy...she would kill him. Right then and there. Tossing the bag beside him, Anna began to search through it, pulling out the spare dagger and pushing aside the other clothes before obviously finding what she needed. Peter's eyes widened for what seemed the fifth time that day as she pulled a pair of rusted shackles from her bag. Pausing for a moment, she turned towards him, standing and moving behind him. Pulling his hands free of the vines that had held them captive, she quickly replaced them, her tightening fingers giving his wrists no leeway to wriggle out of her grasp. He felt the cold metal clamp down roughly and heavy on his skin, pulling his arms back slightly more. A twinge of pain accompanied the feeling but he swiftly kept his arms high enough so the pain was nonexistant. Anna walked over to the small fire, still going, and sat down, cross legged, pushing more moss and twigs into the blaze. She had began warming her hands on the fire when the noise came. It was just a little snap, but in that one moment, in that tiny sound she could determine alot. It had come from the west of her encampment, no more than fifty feet away through the dark brush of trees. The snap had not been light enough for an animal other than a bear ...or a human. Standing swiftly, Anna had no time to prepare as she was grabbed from behind, her arms held much like they had been when she'd first arrived on her fathers ship. A large bandana material was wrapped around her mouth, inserting itself and keeping her voice from escaping in pronouncable words. Anger snapped across her face as she felt the strip tied roughly behind her head, paying no heed to her hair or how tight it was on her skin. She was pulled backwards, almost causing her to trip. Her eyes widened as she heard the sounds of the Indian war cries from behind her just before she was tugged against a tree. Finally she had a view of her captures as they began running around her, securing her to the tree with thick rope. Focusing her attention on finding out who had caught her off guard, her eyes shined with disbelief. She'd been caught by little children... tbc... A/N: Waaaa, I didn't get as many reviews as I wanted! I only got four, but thank you to those who did review! I hope you liked this next chapter, I know I left another cliffhanger, but hey its not as bad huh? Whew lol. Ok well i might be unable to put up a chapter until next week. Im going out of town for a while, but i'll try and write some while im away! Review!! It will get them out quicker! I promise! THANX! Anya Faith, Trust and Pixie D - Yeah! Another multi-time reviewer! *cheers happily* I'm so glad you like it. The other one is taking a bit longer as i've gotten writers block. Well that and really sucky sunburn! lol stay tuned and i'll get more out for ya and i'll work on that other one ^_^ Raven - And ANOTHER multi-time reviewer!! LOL yah, i love her too, I just wish I LOOKED like that. Damn! Nah, she's not a nimrod, just a little slow. See, she kinda ran off without actually finding out what he looked like. lol all she knows is he can fly, like a few other boys and he's the leader and her father don't like him. Kinda like not thinking before rushing into a burning building about the fact that your wearing hairspray. lmao. *takes the rice* YUM! THanx!! *eats* I haven't eaten all day, so this should sustain me hehehe. danceingfae - Yeah! Another review. Im starting to look forward to your reviews. lmao, poor fiance huh? hehehe. Yeh my friend Angel didn't get the whole fish insult. I had to explain how a mermaid is not a fish, its a mammal so that would be a major insult to them lol Ahahahahahh as for that squirrel, I wasn't sure what to have it as, but I thought it would look cooler if she could do a whole 'hunter' thing and throw the dagger and kill something small. The smaller the harder. lol, your reaction about the daggar still has me laughing. Yes, she threw the daggar lol! *throws more cookies, the soft chewing chip ones* There ya go! lol Have fun! I hope you liked this chappie. Its a little short, but like I said, I've had crappy writers block. Time to go eat! L8rs! ANYA!