Chess Piece

Chapter 1—Captured

My name is Francesca Barrett, but most people call me Chess. I was two days away from my 18^th birthday and I’d just finished moving in to my apartment in a small college town. I was going to be starting my freshman year of college on my birthday. Now, most people would groan at this thought. Why would they want to be at school when they should be partying? That’s never been me. I’ve always had a love for books and learning and I counted the days until I could go to college away from home. I was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, both with my new school’s name on them. I crawled into my bed for my first night on my own.

The next thing I knew I was waking up on a beach, and my head hurt terribly. Actually all of me hurt terribly. Was I dropped? I thought to myself. Where am I? I slowly got up and looked at my new surroundings. This was not my comfy little studio apartment. Away from the water I saw a jungle. I should probably go attempt to find shelter. Of course I may end up finding a pack of hungry wolves or a bear or whatever lives in there. I guess I have to take that chance though, I can’t stay here.

I walked through the woods for what felt like forever, being careful to make minimal noise. I could see a small clearing in the distance. It probably wouldn’t take more than half an hour to get to at this pace. As I was thinking this I heard a *snap* behind me. Something had definitely just stepped on a stick, but it was good at hiding. How long had it been following me? I thought. And more importantly, what exactly was it? At that moment the it that had been following me revealed itself. A group of at least a dozen teenage boys were coming toward me. The boy in the front was wearing a cloak with a hood, but I could see enough of his face to notice a scar under his right eye. This boy must have been the leader. The looks in the boys’ eyes told me I didn’t want to stick around. So I did the only thing I could think of to do. I ran.

I ran way past the clearing I had seen earlier, trying to find a tall tree or something to help me escape the predators on my tail. I turned to see if the boys were still following me when I ran into something solid. I fell onto my back with a groan. I looked up to see what I had run into. That happened to be another boy. This one had softer features than the others and shaggy brown hair. He wasn’t wearing a cloak, and actually I wasn’t sure what he was wearing.

He smiled down at me and I instantly knew I had been wrong. The boy with the scar wasn’t the leader—this one was.

I heard the other boys coming up behind me and the boy with the shaggy hair told them to take me back to camp. I barely had time to wonder what this meant before I was hit on the head with something hard and knocked out.

Author's Note: This is my first, completed, Fan Fiction. I couldn't get Pan out of my mind when I started season 3 a few weeks ago. Hope you enjoy.