Hello, readers! I'm so sorry this is so late! Really, I am. I have had so much going on… So here! Chapter three!

Now, I really want to get the disclaimer over quickly and get to the chapter, so….

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There! NOW CHAPTER TIME!

Chapter Two: Tick Tock Tick Tock Hook's Been Swallowed By the Croc

Life was cruel to Captain James Hook. It began the day his right hand, not to mention his favored one, was savagely cut off by an adolescent boy with no more understanding and sympathy than a toddler. For why else would a boy do such a cruel thing?

Hook, then referred to as 'Cook', had not attacked the child in any way, and it had seemed sudden both to the Captain and his crew. They had done nothing to provoke him at all.

And then the boy threw the hand, Hook's hand, to the beast. The monster. The crocodile. Thus began the chase.

The chase not only between Hook, who was after all a ferocious pirate with a reputation to uphold as well as hand to avenge, and the Pan boy. It was also between the beast and the Captain as well.

For years the battle raged, the game wore on, and the chase continued. But all things must come to an end, no matter if they were in Neverland, a place where time didn't seem to matter at all. And so Hook, who was the unfortunate middle in the game, was wedged between his nemesis and his phobia.

Thus ended the life of Captain James Hook.

Honestly, it was a relief to the man, after nearly an age of warring with a child and forever fleeing from a giant beast. It really was. That day was the day Hook was determined to end the battle, anyway. Whether through the killing of Pan or himself.

The moment he realized he was not going to win was when he was hanging over the feared reptile's jaws, the boy flitting over his head, while the children chanted 'old, alone, done for' over and over. He was done. The game was played, and now was over. And with that thought in his head, he had let himself fall.

The falling took a great deal longer than he thought it would. So he waited and waited, his eyes squeezed shut, for the pain. For the end. For something. But the falling just didn't seem to end. In fact, he had been falling for such a length of time that the feeling in the pit of his stomach, the fear, had dissipated completely. He was weightless. Hook opened his eyes, and what he saw dropped his jaw.

He was still falling, that much was clear, but there was no ground in sight, but rather a tunnel of colors. Such wonderful, magnificent colors, the likes of which he had never seem in his entire abnormally long life.

Stunned by their brilliance, he reached out a single arm, his left, and brushed them, just barely. As soon as his fingers made contact with them, however, everything changed. The colors disappeared, much to Hook's dismay, and left him falling over the city of London. The feeling in his stomach returned. At this height, he would die on impact, surely.

But he was wrong, for right before he made contact with the cobblestone street of early twentieth century London, he froze, mere centimeters from the ground. Hook gasped in relief and surprise. How peculiar.

Then, much to his amazement, he began to slowly rise once again. Up he went, until he stopped, hovering right in front of a window. Hook, with much caution at what would happen, gazed inside curiously.

In the window, Hook saw a young woman, about in her early twenties, slowly stroking a young boy's head. Hook leaned in, listening closer. "And then," the voice of the young woman sounded, ringing in Hook's ears with it's soft beauty. "Hook sank from the sky, plummeting into the Crocodile's jaws, never to be seen or heard from again!"

Hook smiled. She was speaking of him. Granted, she was telling the tale of his demise, but it was about him! "Tell me another story, Auntie Wendy!" the child yawned, pulling her sleeve. "Please? I'm not tired!"

Wendy. The woman was Wendy. Wendy Darling. No wonder she was speaking of him, she was speaking of how that monstrous child had killed him using that terrible crocodile! She was bragging of the boy and her's 'defeat' over him! Hook felt a wave of hatred wash over him.

He would hate her, he vowed. Forever.

Hook was torn from the scene so suddenly he yelped. Everything just seemed to melt before him, fading away like a painting that had water spilt over it, and he was falling once more.

The colors reappeared, blinding him this time. Hook squeezed his eyes shut, washing away the pain he had just undergone, both form the girl-no, the woman-and the searing brightness of the light, which was much brighter than before.

Then he felt it. The clawing and scrapping, running down his exposed skin, tearing open his flesh. With a cry, he opened his eyes just in time to see the ground through a thick of twigs and braches before he slammed into it.

So here you are! I am aware it's short, but I'll update more regularly from now on! Cross my heart! For now, though, this will have to do! Ta ta, my lovelies!

Livvy