Chapter One: First Impressions

Rachel screamed, jumping out of the bed. She ran out of the room and right into someone else. She screamed even louder. Two intruders! This just wasn't her night. She kicked out at the person as hard as she could, to which they groaned painfully. And she ran into her cousins' bedroom, locking the door behind her.

"Shush shush Shannon!" Rachel stuttered stupidly, trying to gain control of herself.

Shannon her blonde haired cousin, was fast asleep on her twin sized bed, snoring peacefully. That is until Rachel yelled in her ear.

"WAKE UP!"

Shannon sat straight up, looking around wildly. Then her eyes began to focus, and she saw her panicked cousin shaking furiously.

"Rache . . . . What is it? Bad dream?"

"NO!" Rachel whispered loudly, shaking even harder. "Someone was in my bed with me! And another person was out in the living room!"

Shannon woke up full with this news. "What! Whoa!"

"I have no idea. But they both appeared out of nowhere. I would have felt someone get into the bed with me. You know how sensitive I am." Rachel shuddered violent. "I wonder what he would've done if I hadn't woken up?"

"Don't think about stuff like that." Shannon encouraged hugging her briefly. "We have to have our wits about us. So what are we going to do?"

Rachel suddenly felt very brave, and very mad. These two goons had broken into her apartment, and one had even dared to come make himself at home in her bed. She wasn't going to stand for it. And before Shannon could stop her, she started rummaging through the closet.

"What are you doing Rachel?" Shannon asked, frustrated. "We don't have time to spring clean!"

"Shut up!" Rachel growled from within the recesses of the large closet. And after a moment more of searching she found what she was looking for. Two Loueyville sluggers. Both of which she had been given for her last birthday, from one of her many uncles.

She tossed one to her startled cousin. "Come out swinging. Let's teach these bastards who their dealing with."

Shannon didn't pick up the bat, "Rachel think about this. This idea is crazy. We should just call the police."

"I would, but I left my phone in my room." Rachel said, still seeing red, her bat poised within the air. "So we have to go with my plan. Unless you got another one you haven't told me about? In which case I would love to hear about."Shannon shook her head.

"Then I suggest you help me. Cause I most likely will get wailed on if I go out by myself." Rachel said picking up the bat on the bed and placing it in Shannon's trembling hands. "Let's go."

The girls crept to the door, bats at the ready, expecting the worst. Shannon grasped the door, but hesitated for a moment. Rachel could see she was scared out of her mind.
"Just breathe Shannon. We break for my room, grab the phone, and get back in here. Understood?"

Shannon nodded, and quietly she opened the door.

Hook stumbled out of the girls' bedroom. His head was pounding, from that brat screaming in his ear. He found Mr. Smee in the living room, on the ground grasping his tender region, in agony.

"What happened Smee?" Hook asked in a daze. Taking in his surrounds, as well as he possibly could without any light.

"Something hit me hither- regions Cap't! And I'm not as young as I used to be!" Poor Smee lay on the ground painfully winded. And for once Captain Hook showed pity on him. "It was a frightened girl Smee, nothing more."

He held out his good hand to the little man, and helped him onto the couch. Where they sat, Smee trying to recover, and Hook listening intently to the girls in the other room.

He couldn't help but smile as he eavesdropped. "They plan to attack us Smee."

Smee looked terrified. And from his posture, Hook didn't think he could take another hit from a girl.

"Don't worry Smee." He reassured the little man. "There is need for only one of us to deal with this. Relax yourself; I will take care of them."

Smee sighed in relief and slumped deep into the soft couch, breathing deeply. And Hook began exploring the house, learning the advantages of it. So in the battle to come he would know the territory. He ended his tour back within the Girls' bedroom, where he had appeared. He found his sword lying on the floor, still in perfect condition. And his Hook was still intact. He held it up, and it gleamed in the moonlight.

Captain Hook smiled wickedly. Though he would never say it, he was looking forward to this fight. Even though they were girls. It had been ages since anyone had challenged him, besides the accursed boy.

Hook entered the living room, and crouched beside the door, waiting for the foolish brats to come out. He didn't have to wait very long. For very soon after that the door creaked open and the girls cautiously stepped out.