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!