Disclaimer: oops I forgot. I don't own Hook (sadly) but if I did I wouldn't
be sitting here writing about him and I don't own any other character or
idea from J.M. Barrie's book either.
Chapter 2 *Hook's POV*
I stormed onto the ship, utterly furious that Pan had gotten away...again, and my cowardly crew had left me for the crocodile. Men moved left and right to get out of my way but I didn't hesitate to run my hook through some of the slackers who didn't see me coming. Mr.Smee stood in front of the door to my cabin ready to open it for me, but I pushed him aside and opened it myself. The door slammed behind me and I immediately locked it so the old fool wouldn't come in and attempt to cheer me up. I headed for a small table at the back of my cabin, poured myself a glass of rum, downed it and poured some more. The loss of the day had left me in a black mood and all I wanted to do was drink until Peter Pan didn't exist.
After about my third glass the daily headache settled in and I went over to my bed and layed down. My eyes closed as I tried to remember a happy memory, anything at all, but there was none. I remembered when Wendy had been here and how much I had wanted her to choose me over Pan, for awhile I actually thought she would. I thought I had finally discovered someone who understood me a little bit, but I was dead wrong and betrayed in an instant by a kiss. I sighed deeply as the knowledge set in and the realization hit me again... I was completely and utterly alone.
Then something strange happened, instead of becoming sad and heading straight for that damned harpsichord, my mind and head went totally blank and a vision began to take shape. I saw a young woman who looked just like a grown up Wendy, but there were very distinct differences that told me she was not. The girl's hair, for instance, was longer then Wendy's and was a much darker shade of red. Her eyes were a penetratingly deep shade of brown, whereas Wendy's had been a light green.
She was also dressed quite differently from any woman or girl I had ever seen, which was interesting to me. She wore loose fitted black pants and a tight-fitted long sleeved shirt with a symbol, which I recognized immediately as the symbol on my own pirate flag, on it. Her eyes were accented in black, but that was all the make-up she wore. This confused me, for the women I had seen in my lifetime usually put on yards of the stuff all over their faces.
After inspecting her I noticed what was happening in the vision. I saw the girl sitting at a desk, in a classroom, looking up at a woman who seemed to be giving a lecture of some sort. She looked thoroughly bored and rolled her eyes incessantly. Then he heard a loud sound chime from somewhere in the room and all the children began to pick up their bags and leave. Strangely enough the girl did not respond, she simply sat there looking out the window. She finally looked around her and realized everyone was gone, so she threw her books into her bag and left.
She was now walking at a quick pace down a long hallway by herself. Suddenly, she was attacked from her side and was pushed into a small room. Her attacker was a boy of about 18 who looked almost exactly like...Pan! The boy pushed her up against the wall in a rather compromising position and kissed her. She immediately reacted by slapping him in the face. The boy's face twisted in anger and he struck he hard in the jaw making her head fall to side from the strength of his punch, and he jerked it forward, trying to kiss her again. But she struck him again this time harder then he had struck her. He went to attack her again when she kicked him in a very sacred place then when he was bent over she kneed him in the chest. She was out of the room before he hit the floor, running down the hall and through a pair of double doors leading outside. Once she was there she stopped and leaned against a tree and sighed, "It's over, Peter." Then she sighed again and began to walk, but to where I did not know, because then the vision ended.
I felt a strange paranoia come over me as I contemplated what had just happened. Then I began to ask myself questions like: was that really Wendy? and how did Peter get there? I walked over to the window and looked outside, it was still sunny meaning he was still on the island. Finally I simply disregarded the vision as an illusion from too much rum. Peter could not have been there, especially when Mr. Smee was yelling to me form the deck of his sighting. I splashed some water on my face to sober up then retreated to face Pan yet again.
Chapter 2 *Hook's POV*
I stormed onto the ship, utterly furious that Pan had gotten away...again, and my cowardly crew had left me for the crocodile. Men moved left and right to get out of my way but I didn't hesitate to run my hook through some of the slackers who didn't see me coming. Mr.Smee stood in front of the door to my cabin ready to open it for me, but I pushed him aside and opened it myself. The door slammed behind me and I immediately locked it so the old fool wouldn't come in and attempt to cheer me up. I headed for a small table at the back of my cabin, poured myself a glass of rum, downed it and poured some more. The loss of the day had left me in a black mood and all I wanted to do was drink until Peter Pan didn't exist.
After about my third glass the daily headache settled in and I went over to my bed and layed down. My eyes closed as I tried to remember a happy memory, anything at all, but there was none. I remembered when Wendy had been here and how much I had wanted her to choose me over Pan, for awhile I actually thought she would. I thought I had finally discovered someone who understood me a little bit, but I was dead wrong and betrayed in an instant by a kiss. I sighed deeply as the knowledge set in and the realization hit me again... I was completely and utterly alone.
Then something strange happened, instead of becoming sad and heading straight for that damned harpsichord, my mind and head went totally blank and a vision began to take shape. I saw a young woman who looked just like a grown up Wendy, but there were very distinct differences that told me she was not. The girl's hair, for instance, was longer then Wendy's and was a much darker shade of red. Her eyes were a penetratingly deep shade of brown, whereas Wendy's had been a light green.
She was also dressed quite differently from any woman or girl I had ever seen, which was interesting to me. She wore loose fitted black pants and a tight-fitted long sleeved shirt with a symbol, which I recognized immediately as the symbol on my own pirate flag, on it. Her eyes were accented in black, but that was all the make-up she wore. This confused me, for the women I had seen in my lifetime usually put on yards of the stuff all over their faces.
After inspecting her I noticed what was happening in the vision. I saw the girl sitting at a desk, in a classroom, looking up at a woman who seemed to be giving a lecture of some sort. She looked thoroughly bored and rolled her eyes incessantly. Then he heard a loud sound chime from somewhere in the room and all the children began to pick up their bags and leave. Strangely enough the girl did not respond, she simply sat there looking out the window. She finally looked around her and realized everyone was gone, so she threw her books into her bag and left.
She was now walking at a quick pace down a long hallway by herself. Suddenly, she was attacked from her side and was pushed into a small room. Her attacker was a boy of about 18 who looked almost exactly like...Pan! The boy pushed her up against the wall in a rather compromising position and kissed her. She immediately reacted by slapping him in the face. The boy's face twisted in anger and he struck he hard in the jaw making her head fall to side from the strength of his punch, and he jerked it forward, trying to kiss her again. But she struck him again this time harder then he had struck her. He went to attack her again when she kicked him in a very sacred place then when he was bent over she kneed him in the chest. She was out of the room before he hit the floor, running down the hall and through a pair of double doors leading outside. Once she was there she stopped and leaned against a tree and sighed, "It's over, Peter." Then she sighed again and began to walk, but to where I did not know, because then the vision ended.
I felt a strange paranoia come over me as I contemplated what had just happened. Then I began to ask myself questions like: was that really Wendy? and how did Peter get there? I walked over to the window and looked outside, it was still sunny meaning he was still on the island. Finally I simply disregarded the vision as an illusion from too much rum. Peter could not have been there, especially when Mr. Smee was yelling to me form the deck of his sighting. I splashed some water on my face to sober up then retreated to face Pan yet again.