5: The Home Office

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"Help me gather some leaves! We need to get the signal up." Just as Greg starts putting more leaves on the weak fire, all the undergrowth starts to rustle around the clearing. You watch as Tamara and Greg stand up assertively, taking their cue you shuffle closer to Henry.

Suddenly boys surround the four of you, one with a hood pulled over his head steps out in front of the others. "Who are you?" Greg's anxious voice sets of alarms in your head. "We're the Home Office. Welcome to Neverland." The boy's voice is deep and scratchy and you feel your gut tense up. Closing your eyes you focus as hard as you can, "The Home Office is a bunch of teenagers!?" Tamara's irritated voice echos through the clearing.

Holding a hand behind your back you feel a rush as your spell worked, a slim knife appearing in your hand. "What do we do?" Henry's small voice is right by your side. "Don't worry Hen. None of these creeps will come near us." He squeezes your wrist and you feel more confident. "You are the lost boys- aren't you?" Henry pipes up.

"Well- look at that." The Lost Boys replies, full of cold sarcasm. "Why do the lost boys want to destroy magic?" Your stern question breaks the tense silence. "Who said we wanted to destroy it?" Greg takes a few steps back and you adjust the knife in your hand. "But that was our mission!" Greg's voice is confused and you roll your eyes at the obvious trap.

The Lost Boy tilts his head. "So you were told, yes. Now, those two. Hand them over." You push Henry further behind you and glare threatening at the Lost Boys. "Not until you tell us the plan. For destroying magic. For getting home." Tamara's voice gets angry. The tall boy just laughs darkly. "You're not getting home." Greg's voice is cocky when he says "Then you're not getting the brats." You feel Henry trying not to panic as the boy just huffs a laugh. "Of course we are."

Suddenly a shadow swoops down from the starry sky and starts attacking Greg. Not thinking twice you push Henry towards the jungle. "Run!!" Not looking back you and Henry take off into the jungle, the sound of the Lost Boys close behind.

The further into the jungle you get the darker it becomes. Suddenly Henry's silhouette falls and get pulled into the bushes. Cursing you jump in behind, finding another Boy holding a finger over Henry's mouth. Adrenaline pumping through your veins you grab the boys collar and hold your knife to his neck.

"Who. The Hell. Are. You." His face is full of surprise, but before he can reply Henry is trying to pull you off him. "Y/n! Stop, it's ok. He saved me." You hum. "Listen. We don't have a lot of time, Pan and his forces are in tune with every grain of sand on the Island." Ignoring the boy, you crouch down and turn to Henry.

"Hen- how do we know we can trust him? He was literally waiting in a bush. That's pretty suspicious." An indignant sound escapes from the mystery boy. "Do you trust me?" Henry's voice is hopeful. You let out a sigh- knowing that something was wrong you still reply, "Yes Hen. I trust you." He smiles. "Then trust him." Henry nods towards the boy who is frowning at you. "Fine. But if he turns out to be a Lost Boy I swear I'll kick his ass."

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