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The Face Off

Hook's P.O.V

"You've gotten better, Peter. I'm quite impressed." I smirked, positioning myself next to Stanford's dead body. Peter's face was just shaped like a 0, staring at the body as if it was something to be worried about. "Is there something bothering you, or can we get back to business." My arm was craving to move the sword, knowing every time I'll get closer to eliminating Peter once and for all. He didn't answer me and I looked down at Stanford and kicked him against the wall. I laughed as I leaned against the wall and shook my head.

"There's no humor in killing someone." He stated, voice completely static. "But I do have to ask why you killed your own crew member." I easily pointed my finger to the door to show the footsteps that were scattering from outside the door. "We had an eavesdropper; I thought I would show him that he should only know what he is told." Peter gave me a horrific as he lifted the tip of his sword from the pool of blood.

"What kind of cruel man would do something like that?" He harshly whispered, making me laugh even harder.

"Certain things are much different in a Pirate's life. Something a young boy like you will never understand." He didn't move, but instead dropped his sword on the floor, and held leaned against the opposite wall. There was a new light in his eyes that confused me quite a bit, but I ignored it

"I'm not here to fight, Hook." He said confidently, his eyes glued at his feet. "I'm not here to follow your footsteps and duel with you one on one for victory. I'm not here to kill you, Hook. All I want is Wendy." He stomped toward me and grabbed the tip of his sword and pointed it at his heart. "I'm fed up with all this crap, just let Wendy go and kill me right here." My eyes widened as the grip on my sword begin to loosen.

"What are you waiting for, Hook! Just kill him right now! He's right there, here's your chance." My mind was screaming at me as I stared at him. Never have I thought the one moment I have been thriving for ages would end up right here, right now, so easily.

"Why give up so simply?" I asked, pulling myself together as I felt the sweat creep down my hand, "I thought you were better than that?"

"I haven't given up, Hook. I'm simply accomplishing the task I set out to do." I silently took a deep breath as I tried to steady my grip.

"I've never had so much trouble killing someone." I thought, "Maybe because it's-"A muffled voice interrupted my thinking as I eyed the door to the Captain's Quarter.

"Looks like we have another visitor." I growled, grabbing Peter by the shirt with my hook and dragging him with me. I've never trusted the kid at all, and there was no reason for me to do so in this situation. I kicked the door open, breaking the hinge, to show Wendy who was clutching the door knob. Her arm seemed pretty much healed, but blood was still on her dress and hair. I saw Peter's mouth drop as he eyed Wendy for the first time in 4 years. "Now didn't I tell you I would reunite you two long lost lovers?" I snickered as they both just couldn't move. "Now aren't you supposed to be somewhere? Like your room…" I added, "BRADFORD REPORT NOW!" Within a couple minutes, Bradford appeared. His body was all screwed up, pants and shirt ripped up and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Yes, Sir?" He asked, not looking at Peter or Wendy.

"Would you mind taking Wendy back to her room? I can't even understand how she got it." I watched him suspiciously and saw him slightly fidget.

"Hook, what happened to my father?" He inquired, looking up at me and tilting his head. I knew he must have figured out, I heard him run away. But if I had planned it right, he should think Peter killed him, not me.

"It seems like he had to take the sword in the heart, Bradford." I murmured, trying to fake a tear. "Peter killed him to convince me to let go of Wendy…" I let my voice fade and hid my face behind my worn-out hat. I heard Peter jerk but I yanked pressed the sword against his shoulders. "You have no reason to talk." I growled, motioning Bradford to secure Wendy. "You utter a word I kill your girlfriend." I quickly added, and he kept his mouth shut. Bradford took Wendy in his arms, and Wendy flinched. Peter grumbled as he tried to shake me off, but those 4 years of buffing up paid off as he kept him with me.

"Peter would never do something like that and you know that, Hook!" Wendy cried, fighting Bradford. He kept his arms around her, perhaps a little too tight…

"I'm just saying what happened." I returned calmly.

"He's not like you!" She spat out. Bradford looked down at her and his arms softened as he witnessed her tears.

"Who do you think he's going to believe; the person who was in the room or the girl who was listening from behind a wooden door? He stayed silent, looking back and forth between me and Wendy without moving his head. He loosened his hands around Wendy and unsheathed a dagger I have never seen before. "Bradford what are you doing?" I whispered, irritation tracing my words.

"I'm done with you, Hook. I'm not you slave anymore." He completely let go of her, giving her free movement. I reached for her, my sword ready to cut up anybody in its path. Peter tried to rage in between us, but my hook prevented his moving. I felt something lunge into my bad shoulder, but it was probably just the wound throbbing. I smiled to myself as I stabbed the sword and heard her scream.

"You did it, Hook. You've killed her!" But I opened my eyes to see Bradford in Wendy's arm with a sword in his heart. His eyes had rolled back in his heads as he grasped Wendy's arm to support himself. My sword and arms dropped to my side as I realized what I had just done. Peter stayed where he was, shocked at the gruesome sight.

"Bradford, no…" Wendy was shedding tears, and Peter moved over to comfort her. Her eyes looked up at me, eyes bristling and mouth trembling. I grasped my shoulder as I felt blood pounding out of my chest when I knew what my future held. Stanford had told me, if I took another blow to my bad shoulder, I was in for it. I collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. Nobody was smiling, but instead was trying to help. Peter came to me as Wendy stayed with Bradford, trying to stop the blood.

"Go away Peter!" I groaned, trying to harvest the energy to push him away. But he just placed his hands over the wound, and whispered to me:

"You know, some people have hearts. When somebody is about to die, the border between evil and good dissolves." I looked in his eyes to see his empathetic side shine from the rest.

I closed my eyes, and let the blackness engulf me into a never-ending sleep, that I truly did deserve.

A/N~Hi :) So as you can see, the story is coming to an end. This isn't the last chapter, I will probably have 1 or 2 chapters after this.

So as usual, I hoped you enjoy, thanks a ton for reading, and please do review :D Until next time,

CrimsonFire