Thunder shook the small house, making Wendy shiver in fear. She hated being alone in the house during a storm. Her mother wasn't due home for another hour or so and as she lay in bed, the darkness began playing tricks on her mind.
Every shadow seemed to move as though it belonged to an evil demon just waiting for her to turn away and then pounce on her. The slightest sound made her jump and reach for her lamp only to find that nothing was there.
She pulled the covers over her head and tried to block out the occasional claps of thunder and flashes of lightning. She was just beginning to fall asleep when she saw something move through the netting of her comforter.
Quickly she pulled the covers off of her head and flipped on the light. Wait, something was wrong, no light. The storm had knocked the power out. With a squeak of fear Wendy jumped out of bed and reached into her desk drawer for a flashlight.
She quickly made sure that no one was in her room and was about to go back to bed when a creaking from downstairs made the back of her neck stand up. There was only one pair of boots that made that noise.
Shaking with fear, Wendy dropped to her knees, crawled under her bed and wrenched open the floorboard. She reached her hand inside and her hand closed around the dagger that Peter had given her just before they had left Neverland.
Flashback:
"Take this," Peter whispered in her ear, "it will keep you safe, but only use it when you have to."
Back:
Wendy crept downstairs, clutching the dagger in her sweaty hand.
"Hook!!!" she called, trying to steady her shaking voice. "Didn't you get enough last time? Peter kicked your ass and you still came back for more!!"
Wendy circled the house three times before she was convinced that he was gone. She turned to go back upstairs when the butt of a pistol cracked her across the head. Wendy crumpled to the ground in an unconscious heap. Behind her a dark man in a feathered hat grinned, flashing several gold teeth. Hook was back.