Yeah, I know, took me eternity to write this chapter. I've been away at camp, entreating relatives, and being lazy, OK? Cut me a little bit of slack. Oh, and working. Here we go. Last chapter.

When David woke up, he didn't know where he was. All he knew was that it was dark. Not pitch black dark, but dark enough to cast villainous shadows across walls of stone. Then there where voices. Winy voices. Many winy voices.

David rubbed his eyes and sat up, taking a full of his surroundings. He was in a cave with prison cell bars covering the entrance. The light was coming from a, room I guess is what you could call it, that was in front of him.

In the room, there were six animal things. Animal things because they looked like a skunk, bear, a rabbit, fox, and two raccoons, but there was something off about them. Like, they looked like, dolls or something.But the center peace of the room was none other than Peter Pan himself, sitting on a throne like chair, looking very angry at his "subjects".

"Please," the animal boys winded, "Can we take them off?"

"No!" Peter shouted. "Stop asking."

"But they itch!" the boys complained.

Peter let out a breath of air, clearly irritated. "Fine, take them off if you must. But don't come crying to me if you get burned, or scratched, or whatever," he said forcefully.

The animal boys cheered and started to pull at their heads, as if they were trying to pull out their hair over their faces. But it wasn't the hair that came off, oh no, it was the whole skin. All of the boys pulled the anime skink on their bodies all the way off, until their true body's where exposed and the horror was shown.

These where not animals at all. They where demands. Red as blood with horns that stuck out of their heads by 3 inches and teeth as long as large paper clips and as sharp as diamonds. Their eyes where nothing by black pupils that where shriveled and squinty. Oh, thesr things where ugly, and they knew it and enjoyed scaring people to death because of their monstrous bodies.

David took one look at these creatures and started screaming. The demands took notice of the screaming boy and ran to the bars at the entrance of the cave. They snarled at him and glared at him.

David started to cry from fear and ran deep into the cave (with the demon's laughing after him), trying to tear the images in head out of his memories. But it was too late; they were scared into his mind, and nothing he could do about it. That's when he ran into something and fell to the floor.

When David looked up to see what he ran into, he could only scream some more. There stood a shadowy figure with one left hand, and hooked hand. The figure had a long, straggly black beard. He was tall and well built. David cried some more as the figure bent down and put its left hand in his shoulder.

But the voice to the stranger was kind, and little raspy, but still kind. "Hush, little one. It's ok."

David stopped sobbing and looked into the man's eyes. They were kind as well and seemed to sooth David's mood. "W- Who are you?" David asked.

The man smiled. "I don't have a name anymore, but you can call me Hook."

"Hook? That's a funny name."

The man chuckled a little. "Yes, well, it suits me anyways, doesn't it?" He held up his right arm with the rusted, crippled, hook for a hand.

David looked at Hook's hook and asked "How did you get a hook for a hand?"

Hook looked sadly at David and replied "When I was just 15, Peter decided that his pet crocodile needed a snack. So, he dragged me to where that beast lives and stuck my hand into its mouth, and well, that was the end of right hand. The worst part of it was, was that Peter and his little friends timed how long it would take for me to stop crying in pain with that stupid ticking clock that drives me insane. And just for mockery, Peter had his friends make me is hook. It could have been pity that drove that boy to do it, but I bet it was mockery."

David looked at Hook with awe. "Peter did that? How could he do such a thing?"

Hook shrugged. "The boy's evil. No matter how you look at it, he has a rock for a heart."

David sat on the damp cave floor, taking it all in, or what he could somewhat understand, anyways. Then he said "You said you where 15 when you lost your hand. How long have you been here for?"

Hook looked at the ceiling and mumbled to himself. "Let's see, came here at 15, had this hook for 30 years," to David he said "About 45 years." (A/N: No idea if I did the math right.)

David stared at Hook. "45 years? How come you look so old and Peter so young?"

"Well, in order to stay young in this place, you have to come of your own free will. But the price for that is that you turn into one of those demon's. It's not a fair trade and only the desperate take that offer. But if you're like us, you'll grow old because you where forced here and you won't turn into a demon. Again, not a very good traded."

Just then, a bright light whipped past David's head. A small trail of dust lingered in the air and made the dark just a little brighter. "What was that?" David asked, scared.

Hook smiled again and said "That was Tinker Bell. I'm sure you saw her chained to Peter's wrist. He lets her go every now and again to let her fly around the cave. She's become a good friend of mine. I would hope she could become your friend too, but, I think she might be able to take you home."

David looked at Hook puzzled. "Take me home?"

"Yes. She's done it before to some other children who have come here against their wills," Hook replied.

"Well, if she can take me home, then she can take you home too!"

Hook smiled sadly. "That would be nice, only I don't have a home I could go to anymore. You see, Peter got Tink just a few years ago, I think, so I've taken it upon myself to send all of those children who have come here only to grow old and die, such as yourself, home. It's a small service of good that I can perform before I die."

David smiled and hugged Hook. "Oh, thank you so much Mr. Hook! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Hook laughed and hugged David back. "It is my pleasure. Now, let's get you home. Tink, come here."

Tinker Bell came swooping in front of David's face. She wore a strapless green dress that was cut jaggedly along her thighs and had blond hair pulled back into a bun. She was only about 3 inches tall, but very beautiful.

With a quick wink at Hook, Tink closed her eyes in concentration. Slowly bring her arms above her head, her wins folded down around her hips to form a tutu. Then she started spinning very fast, spreading her magic dust everywhere. The air around David and Hook got bright and bright, and then everything went black

Peter Pan woke up breathing heavily and sweating at the brow. He got up out of his firs to look in the water basin. He could hear his lost boys breathing heavily and soundly. But when Peter looked into the basin of water, he wasn't sure that his surroundings where so sound. For what started back at him was none other than the Nightmare Peter Pan.

(Ba da da da.)

I know, I know. It sucked. But please don't flame me. That would mean that Nightmare Peter Pan will have to come and get you.