Authors Note: Sorry about the short chapter, guy. I wanted to post it. I'll get going on the next one right away! SORRY!
:CHAPTER FIVE:
(HOOK'S SKEEM)
After the death of Peter Pan, Hook had locked Wendy up in a small storage closet on the ship. It had been hours and the sun was setting. All the pirates were still talking and drinking in celebration. All accept one.
Hook stood at the stern of the ship and watched as the sun was setting. Honestly, there was nothing to see. Dark clouds covered the whole sky and only small rays of colored sunlight came through. Hook should have been rejoicing by the death of his enemy, but instead, he felt repulsed. For months he had planned his trap. He kidnapped the girl and lured Pan into his trap perfectly, but something was wrong. The challenge for Hook was gone. He had no reason to live on. For if there was no Peter Pan, there could be no Hook. On the other hand, there were always opponents to face. He would find another. No. He wouldn't find another; he would create one.
A wicked smile crossed the lips of Captain Hook. He admired his brilliant mind. For now, he planned to rest. The beginning of a new era began in the morning.
Below beck, Wendy sat in the small room crying. For two years, she waited patiently for Peters return. Then, when she finally sees him he dies. Wendy was a poison that seemed to spread everywhere. She was the reason for everything. If it weren't for her, Peter would be alive.
Wendy was beginning to get hungry and she felt sick. She hadn't had food in about a day now. She remembered her mother's delicious dinners. Then shame came upon her. She felt disgusted with herself for thinking about food at a time such as this. She would rather starve than accept food from any pirate of Captain Hook. She would let herself die. She didn't want to live any more. She simply wanted to die.
Wendy wiped away her tears and lay her head down on the dirty, damp floor. She didn't think that she would get much sleep, but it was better to at least try. For about an hour, she watching the light from outside seep through the crack of the door. The pirates were still awake and probably would be all night. Slowly, she began to fall asleep. She began to dream.
Visions of her family danced in her head that night. Wendy dreamt of her mother's kiss and her father's pride. She dreamt her brothers' playful personalities and humorous actions. But among each person there hovered a dark shadow. Slowly the dark figures began to wrap themselves around her family, strangling them and killing them. As for Wendy, she just stood there, laughing and smiling as if it were a game. Screams echoes through her dream walls. She saw her mother's fearful face looking at her, wondering why. Why what? Her brothers screamed and cried for help, each one falling to the ground one-by-one.
Wendy looked around what seemed to be her nursery and saw one boy. He stood before her with his sword held high. His cold, betrayed, green eyes narrowed as they spotted her. He wore leaves from trees as clothing and his dirty-blonde hair was uncombed and messy. Wendy found a wicked smile cross her lips.
"Hello, Peter." She said.
Wendy jumped up from the floor of the closet. She was panting. Was that really a dream? It must have been. But Wendy knew that something was wrong. It was more than just a dream.
Hook was awake at the crack of dawn. He knew what had to be done. A smile fell upon his lips when he though of it. He came across the closet and slammed it open. "Hello, my dear." He said to Wendy.
"…"
"I have things for you to do." Hook thought for a moment. "Complete them and I'll consider keeping you alive."
Wendy looked at him. What did he mean?
Hook held out his hand to her, about to make an offer she couldn't refuse. "I want you to find and kill those boys of yours."
"Are you mad? I'd rather die than help the likes of you!"
Hook grabbed Wendy's wrist and pulled her to him so they met eye to eye. "If you would rather die, then so be it. But as you sink to the bottom of the sea, the creatures are not as kind as I."