( Okay, my chapter numbers are messed up, but they're in the proper order.
So, instead of writing which chapter it is, I'm going to put the title of
the chapter. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVELY REVIEWS! I ADORE THEM! THANK
YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! (
THE LUST OF THE HOOK
Wendy was thrown into the small, dungeon-like cabin. There was one bed, small and old. Also, the windows were barred, sealed shut for the rest of eternity. The dusty remains of the cabin made her shiver, for she had never felt so alone in her life. However, the décor of the room was a deep, blood red colour. There were finely stitched blankets and tapestries hung on the walls. "Probably hiding the blood stains." Wendy remarked. With that, a large scraping sound came to the locked door. She crawled back to the corner like a frightened cat as it opened, showing Captain James Hook walking inside.
"Don't be frightened of me, Miss Morgan." Hook whispered in a hissing sound. "Why, I am not frightened of you." He crouched down to Wendy, and put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I am intrigued."
Wendy looked at his red suit with gold stitch. The ruffled white neck- collar was like what nobility would wear two hundred years earlier. "Mr. Hook, I'm only a girl. I don't like the way you talk of me." She trembled, feeling quite brave. Hook let out a laugh.
"Why is it that you choose the broken heart of Peter's?" Hook spat. "Your beautiful voice is like syrup in my hair. You move me, while I don't move you."
"What?" asked the bewildered Wendy.
"Peter already has a Wendy. She's thirteen now, almost fourteen. She's your age, I'm sure." Hook stood up and grabbed an old cloth. "His Wendy's lurking around in London, thinking of him with all her heart I presume." Wendy was near tears.
"So she left Neverland then." Wendy exclaimed. "Peter loves me. He said so."
"Don't believe Peter's word." Hook called. "You can never trust a boy who has the temper of a lion and the imagination of a child." Hook helped Wendy up. "Why do you yearn for a boy who doesn't have a mature heart or a full-grown body, when you can own such a god-like man who is more than twice his age?"
"You're mad!" Wendy gasped, meaning crazy. Running to the door, she tried to open it. "Help!" she panicked. The door swivelled a bit, but wouldn't open. She turned to Hook, who had an amused look to him.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." Hook said calmly. Wendy gave him a glare, then sat down on a wooden chair. "In fact, I was hoping that you would join me for dinner."
"I'm afraid I don't want to-"Wendy snapped. Hook interrupted her most rudely.
"I'm afraid you have no choice, dear." He whispered. "Dinner's in twenty-minutes. Be there or be ready for something you've never experienced before."
"And what is that?" Wendy tapped her foot.
"Pain..." Hook motioned to the glistening hook for his left hand, and drew it near Wendy's neck slowly, not caring whether she winced. But Wendy held her ground, her head held high. Yes, she was shaking some, but that didn't mean that Hook had won yet. "You will wriggle beneath my power, and I will enjoy watching you squirm like a worm. You'll want me, and will beg of me to hold you. Then, once Peter comes to the rescue for you and the boys, it'll all be finished."
"What do you mean?" Wendy whispered.
"Once Peter enters, we have all sorts of different traps for him. There's no way for Pan to come back alive." Wendy felt a small tear trickle down her cheek. Certainly, her long adventure had been filled with sorrow so far.
"What do you want from me? I have done nothing to you, and I don't even know you personally! Why must you want to hurt me when you don't even know who I am?" Wendy whispered, looking out the barred window.
Hook huffed as he walked behind Wendy and joined her as she looked out into the afternoon sky. "Because, I need a Wendy too." He admitted. "Face it, Peter already has one. I am so alone, Wendy. I need someone there beside me. I need you. I need someone to run my hand through them."
"I'm a little girl." Wendy was confused.
"Not a little girl, but of an opportunity." The eerie Captain left her to reflect in her room, locked up. Wendy ran to the door and pounded on it, sinking to the ground. It was wrong of her to agree with Peter.
"Watching over me, my foot." Wendy sobbed. "He's going to change me, Peter. I'm so alone." She ran to her bed and cried her heart out, just as she had done numerous times before. Hook was out for her, as creepy as it seems. Wendy knew it. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life, knowing what Hook wanted. Either way he was going to win; to kill Peter, or to have Wendy surrender completely. She wouldn't crack, she knew it. Wendy promised herself to protect herself, being of the stupid Peter's idea.
THE LUST OF THE HOOK
Wendy was thrown into the small, dungeon-like cabin. There was one bed, small and old. Also, the windows were barred, sealed shut for the rest of eternity. The dusty remains of the cabin made her shiver, for she had never felt so alone in her life. However, the décor of the room was a deep, blood red colour. There were finely stitched blankets and tapestries hung on the walls. "Probably hiding the blood stains." Wendy remarked. With that, a large scraping sound came to the locked door. She crawled back to the corner like a frightened cat as it opened, showing Captain James Hook walking inside.
"Don't be frightened of me, Miss Morgan." Hook whispered in a hissing sound. "Why, I am not frightened of you." He crouched down to Wendy, and put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I am intrigued."
Wendy looked at his red suit with gold stitch. The ruffled white neck- collar was like what nobility would wear two hundred years earlier. "Mr. Hook, I'm only a girl. I don't like the way you talk of me." She trembled, feeling quite brave. Hook let out a laugh.
"Why is it that you choose the broken heart of Peter's?" Hook spat. "Your beautiful voice is like syrup in my hair. You move me, while I don't move you."
"What?" asked the bewildered Wendy.
"Peter already has a Wendy. She's thirteen now, almost fourteen. She's your age, I'm sure." Hook stood up and grabbed an old cloth. "His Wendy's lurking around in London, thinking of him with all her heart I presume." Wendy was near tears.
"So she left Neverland then." Wendy exclaimed. "Peter loves me. He said so."
"Don't believe Peter's word." Hook called. "You can never trust a boy who has the temper of a lion and the imagination of a child." Hook helped Wendy up. "Why do you yearn for a boy who doesn't have a mature heart or a full-grown body, when you can own such a god-like man who is more than twice his age?"
"You're mad!" Wendy gasped, meaning crazy. Running to the door, she tried to open it. "Help!" she panicked. The door swivelled a bit, but wouldn't open. She turned to Hook, who had an amused look to him.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." Hook said calmly. Wendy gave him a glare, then sat down on a wooden chair. "In fact, I was hoping that you would join me for dinner."
"I'm afraid I don't want to-"Wendy snapped. Hook interrupted her most rudely.
"I'm afraid you have no choice, dear." He whispered. "Dinner's in twenty-minutes. Be there or be ready for something you've never experienced before."
"And what is that?" Wendy tapped her foot.
"Pain..." Hook motioned to the glistening hook for his left hand, and drew it near Wendy's neck slowly, not caring whether she winced. But Wendy held her ground, her head held high. Yes, she was shaking some, but that didn't mean that Hook had won yet. "You will wriggle beneath my power, and I will enjoy watching you squirm like a worm. You'll want me, and will beg of me to hold you. Then, once Peter comes to the rescue for you and the boys, it'll all be finished."
"What do you mean?" Wendy whispered.
"Once Peter enters, we have all sorts of different traps for him. There's no way for Pan to come back alive." Wendy felt a small tear trickle down her cheek. Certainly, her long adventure had been filled with sorrow so far.
"What do you want from me? I have done nothing to you, and I don't even know you personally! Why must you want to hurt me when you don't even know who I am?" Wendy whispered, looking out the barred window.
Hook huffed as he walked behind Wendy and joined her as she looked out into the afternoon sky. "Because, I need a Wendy too." He admitted. "Face it, Peter already has one. I am so alone, Wendy. I need someone there beside me. I need you. I need someone to run my hand through them."
"I'm a little girl." Wendy was confused.
"Not a little girl, but of an opportunity." The eerie Captain left her to reflect in her room, locked up. Wendy ran to the door and pounded on it, sinking to the ground. It was wrong of her to agree with Peter.
"Watching over me, my foot." Wendy sobbed. "He's going to change me, Peter. I'm so alone." She ran to her bed and cried her heart out, just as she had done numerous times before. Hook was out for her, as creepy as it seems. Wendy knew it. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life, knowing what Hook wanted. Either way he was going to win; to kill Peter, or to have Wendy surrender completely. She wouldn't crack, she knew it. Wendy promised herself to protect herself, being of the stupid Peter's idea.