A scream of pure terror.
                          
It went on and on, the agonizing cry tore through the air like a knife slashed through flesh and then it stopped abruptly, leaving a bloody gaping wound in the silence. Forgetting the path, Adelina launched herself into a sprint, heading towards where the scream had come from. The trees passed by in a blur, the vegetation she trampled flew underneath her pounding feet, thorns snagging at her exposed shins.
                          
She stopped dead in her tracks as she stood between two tree trunks, the ground in front of her feet falling back into a steep dirt and rock slope before leveling out twenty feet below into a clearing in the dense jungle. It was smaller than the camp's, the trees surrounding it stood so tall that only the direct sun rays of the noon sun could hope to penetrate the gloom. 
                          
In the middle of that glade was Michael. He was sprawled on the ground, unmoving, a spear piercing his chest right where his heart should be, blood slowly pooling around him, tainting his jet black hair with streaks of crimson. The lost boys, who'd previously been scattered all around the clearing, had now gathered in a loose circle around their fallen comrade, horrified silence buzzing in their ears as the shock hadn't still been processed yet.
                          
"Michael!"
                          
The scream was worse than anything Adelina had ever heard, it tore straight through her heart. An eight year old boy who resembled eerily to Michael rushed through the crowd, falling to his knees next to what Adelina knew was his brother's body. With disbelieving, terrified eyes, he clutched at the body, desperately trying to reanimate it, to bring his brother back with sheer force of will. Sobs wracked his broken frame as he buried his face in Michael's shoulder, not even aware of the blood streaking his face.
                          
The ring of lost boys that had formed around the two brothers were slowly brought out of their shock by the agonized cries and sobs. It was real, Michael was really dead. Nervous whispers at first, then unsettled murmurs, looking around with barely contained panic for the darkened soul responsible for his death. 
                          
"Who do you think did that?" The frightened whisper was loud enough so that she could hear it. 
                          
"Did anyone see-?"
                          
The voices were getting louder as they shuffled restlessly, unsure of what to do, how to react or where the threat was coming from. 
                          
"Where's Pan?"
                          
"We should find Pan."
                          
They were on the cusp of panic when one quiet voice said, "No need, he's here."
                          
As expected, the green clad figure emerged like a shadow from the trees and walked towards the two boys in the center of all the attention, one crying, one dead. The crowd had fallen silent and grew slightly calmer as their leader arrived, for he was the one in charge, the one with all the responsibility resting on his shoulder. Now that he was here, the situation would be under control.
                          
They parted before Pan as he made his way through the throng, only the visible tension in his shoulders peeking out from his mask of imperturbability. With a somber expression, he knelt in front of Michael's body and laid a rough hand on Gabriel's shoulder, ripping him from his brother's corpse non too gently. His eyes scanned the body, already understanding more than most had in much less time. His jaw tensing, Pan tore the spear out of Michael's chest with a jerk and observed the tip, coated with fresh blood. "Hook," he hissed venomously. The hush that had reigned since Pan's arrival was disrupted by the hated and secretly feared name.