Chapter 2- The Riddle of Red Handed Jill
Upon the vessel in a large and luxurious sized cabin were Hook and Jill. Hook sat behind his golden mahogany desk while Jill stood by a mirror with her back towards him.
"Do you have any slightest idea what might have made you become so ill?" questioned Hook as he gazed at the figure of the woman.
"I can't remember much at all, if I am to be honest. It's just every time I get angry or vexed I become a different person. I become this fiery vixen of hell and I can't control it. The sad and pitiful thing about it is that half the time when I am this monster; I secretly enjoy It." she sighed and started to speak once more "You can't say you do not understand me Hook for you are exactly the same are your not?"
With this remark he gave a most twisted smile which suggests that he did know what she meant. It seemed strange to James Hook that this girl had become somewhat like him.
"Aye, I do know what you mean; but this is beside the point. You have to try and remember how you became so ill Jill otherwise I can't help you"he said as he glared at her with a sense of comfort.
"I cannot remember!" she shouted across the room and turned to face Hook with her eyes now turning to the bloodied red.
"You must try! And don't you dare show your anger to me, I'm trying to help you woman!" he said with a twist of anger in his voice and as he stood up from his desk.
"I can show my anger to whoever I please! And as for your help, I can't remember asking for it! " she replied in a fiery tone; her hair was now the fiery red. She ran across the room to lunge herself towards Hook with nails ready to scratch his face off. Fortunately for Hook he was of greater strength and power so he grabbed her hands only to then throw her on the ground near his chest of draws. His eyes had now turned to the crimson eyes of hatred.
"You stupid ungrateful little harlot; pay attention to me you asked for my help. It appears as though you have a split personality. I'm trying to help you but I can't if you don't try to remember. Now are you willing to co-operate or not?" he said as his eyes watched her silent form
Jill did not reply she just lay there silent.
"Jill?"
Hook walked towards the slumped body of Jill that was lying against his chest of draws.
"Jill?"
Still she did not reply; Hook's eyes now turned back to his pierced forget me not blues. As Hook gazed at her he noticed a large amount of blood spreading across the floor from behind her head. He lifted her head up only to notice a large bloodied crack.
"Jill?"
This time she responded her eyes wide open. Her eyes turned back to those friendly hazel ones
"Jill?" he asked again but in a much smoother tone than before.
"It was a red vile...I found it in a rock pool by Black Castle. I presumed it was wine."
"A red vile?"He gazed at her with shock when he heard her words.
"I think it was your poison; that you use to make out of the corner of your eye. So indeed I have become very much like you...owww." she now fixed her upon Hook who was now kneeling beside her and was pressing a piece of fabric onto the back on her head.
"You're bleeding rather heavily from the back of your head. You're going to have to have it stitched up."
"I need to... find..." said Jill slowly
"Who?" he questioned as he raised an eyebrow.
Her eyelids started to close.
"The child..." Jill replied with a very drowsy and slurred speech.
"Which child?" he questioned her once more.
Jill did not reply this time for she had fallen asleep. Hook gazed at her sleeping form; realising that it would take him along time to understand the riddle of Red Handed Jill.
AN: I should have staed all the charcters belong to J.M Barrie and G.O.S.H. I am getting no money from this just to clarify.
