Dear Brianna,

Sorry I had to stop the previous letter so quickly. Something happened up here that needed to be taken care of immediately. I didn't even have time to end the letter. Whoops. But everything is fine now, so let's get back to the story.

After Peter, Wendy, and Tinker Bell received the letter, Wendy's face was always preoccupied with worry. No matter what was going on at the present time, her mind was always on that letter. She was always talking to herself, about how it was possible that Hook could come back to life.

Peter still believed it was a stupid prank, he even told Tink how he felt in a private conversation with her, but never mentioned that to Wendy. Actually, he never even brought up the subject of the letter at all. He only answered questions about it when asked. Nothing more, nothing less. That is, until another knock on the door was heard at 2 in the morning.


-Flashback-

A harsh knock cut through the silence of the night, causing Wendy's eyes to open rapidly. Her fingers clutched the sheets of the bed as she slowly began to rise out of bed. Peter's arm was around her waist, so she had to gently remove it. (My guess, she was trying not to wake Peter up). She glided across the floor softly and smoothly, making sure no noise was made because of her movement. When she reached the door, she whispered: "Who is it?" Her voice was not steady at all, mostly because of the fact it was two in the morning.

"Just an old friend paying a visit." A dark voice returned, knocking the door again to put emphasis on his impatience. Wendy's face now held a face full of confusion as she pressed her ear against the door. She heard a deep panting as if the visitor had been running for a while. She knew something was wrong, so she began to back step toward the stairs. All of a sudden, a large crash was heard and the front door slammed onto the ground. Wendy screamed and ran toward the kitchen, not wanting to attract attention toward where Peter and Tink were sleeping. "No point in running away from me now, darling. Don't we remember how the last chase ended?" Wendy's eyes widened considerably and she covered her mouth, not trying to let out her location near the back door.

"Hook." She whispered in her hand as she stumbled outside the door. She heard the mysterious man rush into the back and he yelled: "Oh Wendy my love, all you are doing is pro-longing the inevitable. Don't make me have to find you the hard way." (As if crashing through the front door was all of a sudden the easy way.)

"Wendy?" Peter's screaming voice rang though the house, as well as his scampering footsteps.

"Ah look, it's Peter! Thanks for joining us, we were missing you." His voice had "sarcastic" written all over it as Wendy ran back into the house, eyes searching for Peter. The sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed in Wendy's ears and she spotted Peter on the ground floor in front of who she thought was Hook. A sword was posed in front of Peter's body as he looked past "Hook" to see Wendy behind him. He indicated to stay there, but Wendy pulled back her sleeves and ran to tackle the intruder. He growled loudly as he collapsed to the ground. "What the he-"

"Run Peter! Now, go!" Wendy screamed over the chaos. He had Tink in his pocket, who was to my surprise still asleep.

"That's not happening!" He yelled back as the intruder flung Wendy off his back. She crashed against the wall and uttered a sorrowful scream. The intruder grabbed Wendy's limp body before Peter could reach her and pushed Peter out of the way.

"I came here for both, but it looks like I'm leaving for one." He grumbled "Might as well let them both suffer, eh?" A sly grin washed over his face as pushed Peter against the wall. "You follow us, she dies." He said to Peter as he kept his sword near an unconscious Wendy. He ran out of there as fast as possible and left Peter staring into empty space. He ran outside to hear a bellowing laugh, taunting him to come find Wendy. Tink was up at this point, and she stared at the sorry-sight of a color-drained Peter sinking to the floor.

"It's all over Tink…he's got her now." His head hung low, his eyes staring at the place where the door used to stand. He just kept chanting on thing to him self as Tink tried to fly around outside to find her.

"All because of me."

-Flashback End-


Wow…I'm staring at this letter that I just wrote to you, remembering how I felt when this was occurring. I felt exactly like Peter. Helpless. All I was doing was clutching a stupid mirror and screaming to Wendy, hoping she could hear me pleas. The funny thing is that I remember holding the mirror to my heart chanting those exact words. All because of me. And i wasn't even alive when the event occurred.

I guess that's what they call true love, eh?

I'll continue with the story at another time, I have to go finish a quick errand.

From,

Bradford

A/N~Helloo againn :D

It ended up I had a free weekend, so that's why this chapter was posted a day after the last one :D

Not much to really say here. Just remember that everything is in Bradford's P.O.V, even during the flash backs. It's a third person P.O.V in a way, with a little extra commentary from Bradford's side.

So as usual, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and please do review :)

Until next time,

CrimsonFire~