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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PANIC

Peter pushed open the door and peered into the room, only darkness met his eyes. He pushed the door open a little more and took a step inside.

"Tink, give me some light." Tinkerbell rose from Peter's shoulder, where she had been sitting, and flew up in front of Peter's face to light up some of the room before him.

Captain Hook's face slowly became illuminated by Tinkerbell's light. He grinned at the surprised faces of Tinkerbell, and especially Peter. His eyes seemed to be dancing, anticipating his revenge.

"Hello Peter Pan." Before Peter could do anything Captain Hook signaled to his men, who still hid in the dark, beyond Tinkerbell's light, to grab hold of Peter. Captain Hook grabbed onto Tinkerbell. She struggled and pushed to try and remove herself from his grip but she was stuck.

Peter felt hands grabbing a hold of him, ropes being wrapped and knotted around him. He saw the man who had said his name, how did he know his name? He saw that man grab hold of Tinkerbell.

"Tinkerbell!" Peter shouted. He could feel the panic rising in him. It knotted around his stomach, and then finally rose to his head, causing him to feel dizzy, faint. The hands continued to push him, shove him back and forth.

Peter felt himself falling. The men had roughly pushed him out of the cabin and he could feel the sun now beaming down on him; while he closed his eyes. His head hit the deck hard, pain exploded in his head with the impact; it felt like someone had just set off a firecracker inside his skull. He laid on his side; his arms and legs tied. His eyes closed tighter, trying to push back the pain.

When he heard the clicking of shoes coming towards him he forced his eyes open. The shoes stopped a few inches in front of his face. Peter studied the well-polished boots in front of him, then his gaze traveled. Black pants, a fancy red jacket with a frilly white blouse. Then he saw the face of the wicked man who was the cause of all of this.

Captain Hook placed Tinkerbell into an empty wine bottle. He looked down at Peter and returned his hateful stare. He allowed for Peter to study his face, waiting to see a flash of recognition in his eyes.

Peter studied the man who towered over him. What was it that made him, made him feel as if he knew who he was? He never met him before, ever. He was sure of it. But what was it then, what was it that made him study that face? The face began to grin down at him. Those eyes, what was so familiar about those piercing eyes?

Peter sucked in a quick gasp of air as the man before him, as well as everything else, began to blur, then fade, until they all were completely gone. Images began to flash before him. They came at him quickly and sharply like lashes of raging wind.

It was James. All of the images were of James. The first image of James smiled at him; he lifted his hand and gave a quick wave. The image became distorted and formed a new one. James was scratching his untamed hair; his face portrayed him as in deep thought. Peter wanted to say something to him, anything. The images were so real. Before Peter could speak the image changed again. Now James had tears in his eyes, about to over spill onto his pale cheeks. Next he had a look of pure hate in his eyes, and they were directed at Peter. The images quickly came again, fast and relentless. Peter was unable to see them they came at him so quickly. Then they stopped, stopped on those hateful eyes.

Peter jerked as he came out of the images. His head hurt from it all, and sweat trickled down his forehead. He found the man still starring at him. Peter went pale when he looked back into his eyes.

"James?" He slowly and weakly asked. The man grinned at him.

"Not anymore Peter Pan, not anymore."

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Peter arrived at the lagoon. He scanned the area; the Lost Boys were not there. Panic began to take over him. He hastily flew around the lagoon in search for any sign of them. "Slightly! Cubby!" He shouted for each of them.

Tinkerbell watched him, and her heart ached for him. The look she saw on his face was the same look that he had when Captain Hook, James, professed his hate and desire to kill him. And he would have killed Peter, if it weren't for the Lost Boys who raided the ship. Everyone had escaped, but no one was ever the same, especially Peter.

And now Captain Hook had the Lost Boys. They had to save them, but how?