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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE EXCHANGE
"Men! Grab the boys. Bring them up on deck."
"Yes Cap'n." Five members of Captain Hook's crew said in unison as they left to go below and bring the Lost Boys above. Captain Hook returned his gaze back to the sky.
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Peter saw the Jolly Roger and his eyes became slits as he starred at it in pure hate. With his good hand he gripped the handle of his knife and removed it from his belt as flew at the ship, with hatred as his guide.
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Captain Hook recognized the annoying green shape in the sky immediately. His eyebrows arched up in anticipation as he reached for his sword.
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"Hook, you're mine!" Peter yelled as he flew at him with his knife drawn. Captain Hook removed his sword and blocked Peter's first attack. Captain Hook noticed that Peter's left arm was behind his back.
"What's wrong Peter? Do you feel we're that unevenly matched that you shall fight one handed? But wait, I'm short a hand as well!" He said as he quickly raised his hook and slashed at Peter's face. Peter jerked his head back; the hook just barely grazed his cheek, giving him a minor cut.
Ignoring the cut Peter lunged forward. "We'll never be evenly matched Hook! Do you want to know why?"
Captain Hook lunged back at him. "Enlighten me."
Peter grinned as he took a step back and stared at him. "You'll find out soon enough."
Captain Hook brought his sword down to his side. "Oh please, the anticipation will surely kill me." He said in a mocking tone. Peter's grin grew wider.
"Trust me Hook, anticipation won't be the cause of your death." Captain Hook raised his sword again and charged at Peter. Peter raised his knife and the two blades met. They both held their ground, their blades pressed up against each other. Their faces were mere inches apart. They both had grins spreading across their faces. Both tasted death.
Captain Hook moved to use his hook and went to slice Peter's arm with it. Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw him move, he immediately knew what he was going to do. With his free hand he grabbed Captain Hook's wrist.
"You're quick." Captain Hook said smugly. His gaze went down to where Peter held his wrist. His eyes widened and his eyebrows arched up. Peter followed his gaze and noted his hand. He released his grip on Captain Hook's wrist and jumped a step back from him, out of his sword's reach.
Captain Hook began to laugh. "Why Peter, I do believe that there's something wrong with you, for your hand and arm, there's something wrong with them." There was no worry in his voice. Captain Hook was taunting Peter. Seriously he then asked, "What's wrong?" Not out of concern, but interest.
"Why Hook, are you worried about me?" Peter responded jokingly. Captain Hook laughed in response.
"But of course, I don't want you to die, not just yet. And if anything, I'm going to be the thing that kills you. Death is upon us."
"Well then, at least we agree there, that one of us is going to die." Peter raised his knife and pointed it at Captain Hook. "But it won't be me."
The two once again charged at one another. The crash of metal upon metal filled the air as they danced about the ship's deck. Peter fluttered in the air every once in awhile, knowing that it aggravated Captain Hook. Captain Hook gritted his teeth as he continued his attack. Frustrated with the flying menace before him he made a hasty lunge at Peter's right side. Peter moved to his left and then with his right hand stabbed Captain Hook's arm.
Captain Hook recoiled from his attack. "Looks like you're bleeding Hook." Peter raised his knife to show its bloody tip.
"Don't worry about me Pan." Peter slowly began to lower his knife. Captain Hook's words echoed in his head. 'Don't worry about me Pan...' An image of James flashed before him. James?
Captain Hook watched Peter, who began to falter. Peter was looking at him, but his eyes seemed to be looking straight through him.
Peter saw James standing before him. His arms were crossed in front of his chest. His eyes had a harsh look in them as he said, "Don't worry about me Pan! I don't need you." Peter's head began to hurt. James, James had said that to him before, when he saved him from an avalanche. He was so mad at him because it had hurt his pride.
Aggravated at Peter, Captain Hook ran at him, his sword aimed at his heart.
Peter continued to stare at the image of James before him. James lifted his head and stared back at Peter. His eyes changed from harshness to concern, then he shouted at Peter. "Look out Peter! Look out!" Confused Peter stared back at him. "Peter!"
"Peter!" Peter jerked out of his semi-unconscious state and saw Captain Hook charging at him while shouting his name. He was too close for Peter to move all the way out of his sword's path. He moved to the side as best he could but Captain Hook's sword made contact with his flesh. Peter's hands moved to the wound, located below his left ribcage. His one hand still loosely held onto his knife.
Captain Hook took his time in removing the sword. He slowly pulled it out as he watched Peter's face. The color drained from his cheeks and he continuously blinked his eyes, trying to keep them open. Captain Hook thought about twisting the sword a little before fully removing it but decided he wanted Peter to live a little longer, there was still more planned for him.
Peter felt the sword's tip escape from within him. He pressed his hands against the wound and gritted his teeth. His eyes traveled to Captain Hook's. Captain Hook's eyes were laughing at him. 'No.' Peter thought to himself. 'No, its' not over yet.' Peter tightened his grip on his knife and thrusted it into the unsuspecting Captain Hook.
Captain Hook, who was not prepared for Peter's action, felt the knife jab into his lower abdomen. Peter yanked his knife out, his eyes never straying from Captain Hook's. He enjoyed the look of shock that was in them. Noting the shock, Peter took advantage of it. He charged at Captain Hook, sending him to the ground. Peter held his knife against Captain Hook's throat.
"Now you're mine Hook!" When Captain Hook merely began to smile at him Peter applied more pressure. "I don't mind if you want to die smiling." Peter said.
"Oh, I'm not going to die Peter."
"Why's that?"
"You'll find your answer above." Peter studied Captain Hook. "Go on, look up." Peter pushed the knife against Captain Hook's neck as a warning not to try anything, and then he raised his eyes.
The Lost Boys stood on a mast, each of them balancing on it, their mouths gagged, hands and feet tied, and a noose around each of their necks.
Captain Hook began to laugh. Peter returned his gaze back to him. "Release them Hook, or you die!" Captain Hook began to laugh even harder. Then he stopped.
"No Pan. You release me, or they die." He said seriously. "I'll exchange your life for theirs."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE EXCHANGE
"Men! Grab the boys. Bring them up on deck."
"Yes Cap'n." Five members of Captain Hook's crew said in unison as they left to go below and bring the Lost Boys above. Captain Hook returned his gaze back to the sky.
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Peter saw the Jolly Roger and his eyes became slits as he starred at it in pure hate. With his good hand he gripped the handle of his knife and removed it from his belt as flew at the ship, with hatred as his guide.
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Captain Hook recognized the annoying green shape in the sky immediately. His eyebrows arched up in anticipation as he reached for his sword.
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"Hook, you're mine!" Peter yelled as he flew at him with his knife drawn. Captain Hook removed his sword and blocked Peter's first attack. Captain Hook noticed that Peter's left arm was behind his back.
"What's wrong Peter? Do you feel we're that unevenly matched that you shall fight one handed? But wait, I'm short a hand as well!" He said as he quickly raised his hook and slashed at Peter's face. Peter jerked his head back; the hook just barely grazed his cheek, giving him a minor cut.
Ignoring the cut Peter lunged forward. "We'll never be evenly matched Hook! Do you want to know why?"
Captain Hook lunged back at him. "Enlighten me."
Peter grinned as he took a step back and stared at him. "You'll find out soon enough."
Captain Hook brought his sword down to his side. "Oh please, the anticipation will surely kill me." He said in a mocking tone. Peter's grin grew wider.
"Trust me Hook, anticipation won't be the cause of your death." Captain Hook raised his sword again and charged at Peter. Peter raised his knife and the two blades met. They both held their ground, their blades pressed up against each other. Their faces were mere inches apart. They both had grins spreading across their faces. Both tasted death.
Captain Hook moved to use his hook and went to slice Peter's arm with it. Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw him move, he immediately knew what he was going to do. With his free hand he grabbed Captain Hook's wrist.
"You're quick." Captain Hook said smugly. His gaze went down to where Peter held his wrist. His eyes widened and his eyebrows arched up. Peter followed his gaze and noted his hand. He released his grip on Captain Hook's wrist and jumped a step back from him, out of his sword's reach.
Captain Hook began to laugh. "Why Peter, I do believe that there's something wrong with you, for your hand and arm, there's something wrong with them." There was no worry in his voice. Captain Hook was taunting Peter. Seriously he then asked, "What's wrong?" Not out of concern, but interest.
"Why Hook, are you worried about me?" Peter responded jokingly. Captain Hook laughed in response.
"But of course, I don't want you to die, not just yet. And if anything, I'm going to be the thing that kills you. Death is upon us."
"Well then, at least we agree there, that one of us is going to die." Peter raised his knife and pointed it at Captain Hook. "But it won't be me."
The two once again charged at one another. The crash of metal upon metal filled the air as they danced about the ship's deck. Peter fluttered in the air every once in awhile, knowing that it aggravated Captain Hook. Captain Hook gritted his teeth as he continued his attack. Frustrated with the flying menace before him he made a hasty lunge at Peter's right side. Peter moved to his left and then with his right hand stabbed Captain Hook's arm.
Captain Hook recoiled from his attack. "Looks like you're bleeding Hook." Peter raised his knife to show its bloody tip.
"Don't worry about me Pan." Peter slowly began to lower his knife. Captain Hook's words echoed in his head. 'Don't worry about me Pan...' An image of James flashed before him. James?
Captain Hook watched Peter, who began to falter. Peter was looking at him, but his eyes seemed to be looking straight through him.
Peter saw James standing before him. His arms were crossed in front of his chest. His eyes had a harsh look in them as he said, "Don't worry about me Pan! I don't need you." Peter's head began to hurt. James, James had said that to him before, when he saved him from an avalanche. He was so mad at him because it had hurt his pride.
Aggravated at Peter, Captain Hook ran at him, his sword aimed at his heart.
Peter continued to stare at the image of James before him. James lifted his head and stared back at Peter. His eyes changed from harshness to concern, then he shouted at Peter. "Look out Peter! Look out!" Confused Peter stared back at him. "Peter!"
"Peter!" Peter jerked out of his semi-unconscious state and saw Captain Hook charging at him while shouting his name. He was too close for Peter to move all the way out of his sword's path. He moved to the side as best he could but Captain Hook's sword made contact with his flesh. Peter's hands moved to the wound, located below his left ribcage. His one hand still loosely held onto his knife.
Captain Hook took his time in removing the sword. He slowly pulled it out as he watched Peter's face. The color drained from his cheeks and he continuously blinked his eyes, trying to keep them open. Captain Hook thought about twisting the sword a little before fully removing it but decided he wanted Peter to live a little longer, there was still more planned for him.
Peter felt the sword's tip escape from within him. He pressed his hands against the wound and gritted his teeth. His eyes traveled to Captain Hook's. Captain Hook's eyes were laughing at him. 'No.' Peter thought to himself. 'No, its' not over yet.' Peter tightened his grip on his knife and thrusted it into the unsuspecting Captain Hook.
Captain Hook, who was not prepared for Peter's action, felt the knife jab into his lower abdomen. Peter yanked his knife out, his eyes never straying from Captain Hook's. He enjoyed the look of shock that was in them. Noting the shock, Peter took advantage of it. He charged at Captain Hook, sending him to the ground. Peter held his knife against Captain Hook's throat.
"Now you're mine Hook!" When Captain Hook merely began to smile at him Peter applied more pressure. "I don't mind if you want to die smiling." Peter said.
"Oh, I'm not going to die Peter."
"Why's that?"
"You'll find your answer above." Peter studied Captain Hook. "Go on, look up." Peter pushed the knife against Captain Hook's neck as a warning not to try anything, and then he raised his eyes.
The Lost Boys stood on a mast, each of them balancing on it, their mouths gagged, hands and feet tied, and a noose around each of their necks.
Captain Hook began to laugh. Peter returned his gaze back to him. "Release them Hook, or you die!" Captain Hook began to laugh even harder. Then he stopped.
"No Pan. You release me, or they die." He said seriously. "I'll exchange your life for theirs."
