It was one of those bizarre moments when, even though it's so clearly happening, you can't seem to comprehend it, like it's not really reality. And still there I was and there he was—a demon in my view.

I flew back hitting the wall, my body sprawled across my bed.

"What the fu..."

Before I could say another word his hand—this stranger's hand—was over my mouth.

"Are you Evangeline Archer?"

I pushed him away and tried to run past him to my door, my heart beating in my head, too damn scared to even scream let alone think.

He pulled me back roughly by my arm. This is when I realized he was quiet strong, whoever the hell he was. We tangled with each other in the dark, I tried to look at his face but he would look away. I couldn't imagine who he could be or even how he managed to get into my room so quietly.

"Help! Let go! HELP ME!" I screamed finally coming to some sort of sense. His grip was tight on my upper arm, so commanding, I sensed I was in great trouble. I kicked him swiftly with my knee where I imagined his crotch would be, he barley so much as flinched, he only pulled me closer to him before throwing me to my bed. Once again, his strength was immense, not that I'm that big of a woman, it was the just the effortlessness of his force. It terrified me knowing there was no escape as he stood in front of the door. His face was hidden by a shadow, come to think of it, that's what he looked like; a shadow, a dark, mysterious, quiet, shadow.

"Are you Evangeline Archer?" he asked again in a sort of deep voice. It sounded as though he was trying to make himself sound more menacing, I don't know why he was trying so hard, I was already scared to death.

"Yes! Yes okay, I'm Evangeline… who the hell are you?"

He just looked past me out the window my small bed was placed in front of.

"What do you want? I don't have any money… please, I know a cop!"

"Stop talking!" he barked rudely.

"No!" I protested.

Just then my door knob began to rattle, "Eva, are you okay? Is someone in there?"

It was my mom, thank god. I was about to yell again when his gloved hand went to my mouth, I screamed through it. Suddenly I was being dragged by him as he slid open my window. What did he think he could make the jump? My room is on the second floor. I should know, I've tried to escape before. There's no easy way unless you had a ladder in your back pocket.

"What are you planning to do? There's no way out, my parents are right outside that door!" I said to him now that my mouth was free.

He looked to me, his eyes were so strange, I could just see them in the reflection of the dull light from the outside. I remember thinking they weren't human. Who the heck—what the heck—was this guy?

The thoughts were erased from my mind as he kicked the screen out form my window and leaned out.

"Hey!" I cried, "You can't do this, were on the second floor! Do you hear me when I talk to you? If you jump you'll kill us both!" he continued to search out the window seeming to ignore me as he held onto my waist.

Where had my mom gone? I don't remember locking my door, could he have locked my door? My head was dizzy from all of these questions and I don't think it had caught up with the present situation yet. Maybe some asshole had slipped something in my drink at the dance and this was all just some trippy hallucination. I looked back out the window as the breeze blew my hair back and the stranger gripped my waist tighter. If this as just a hallucination, it was a damn realistic one.

As these thoughts raced through my mind, one directly following the next, my captor leaned further out the window and waved his arm. I stared to him for a moment, could he be waving down a car? I looked back out the window and the sight nearly was enough to send me to my death falling to the ground below. There, clear as ever, was a ship in the night… only my back yard wasn't an ocean and this wasn't some weird nightmare. It all hit me at once—this was real and I was being kidnapped.

I began to try to slide out of his arms, kicking, or pushing him away as much as possible to no avail. He threw me over his shoulder only to make me blind to the situation. He was wearing something like a long leather coat I guessed; it was too thick for me to scratch him and I was too weak to cause any harm but I didn't relent fomr kicking and screaming for help, why wasn't anyone coming?

"Stop kicking, girl," he hissed over his shoulder, "If I drop you this night shall be your last."

My fighting quickly subsided as suddenly I found myself hanging onto him as he held me out the window. I believed I was passed to another person on the ship but before I could comprehend the situation I was on a hard wooden floor after falling out of the someone's hands.

"God damnit!" cursed a deep voice.

"Did she give you much trouble?" asked another equally unfamiliar voice.

I looked up to see figures crowded over me, it was too dark to make out their faces but I knew I never met these people before.

I tried to get up but only tripped on my dress I had still been wearing and cowered at their feet searching their features. Looking from one large shadow to the next, I felt their eyes practically piecing my body as they stared me down. Never have I felt my heart race so fast. I thought for sure it would just give out if I took another breathe.

I sneered pulling my knees to my chest, "Who are all of you?" I cried not nearly as commanding as I had wished it to have been. To my question the men laughed in a vulgar way, not understanding I only pleaded louder to them. "Please! You can't do this!"

"Sorry, lass! You're comin' with us now!" said one without a hint of remorse.

"No!" I gasped swatting away hands that went to touch me. I clutched my own knees tighter as my meek attempts at self defence were ignored.

The sounds of them snickering and whispering filled the air around me to the point where I thought I would suffocate. Why were they all so damned interested in me, it was as though they were all eager to feel my face or get a glimpse of my pathetic body hiding in their shadows.

Just when it all became too much a voice broke the chilled air, "Silence!" it commanded with a harsh yell "Get back, away from her!" he continued pushing by them like they meant nothing to him. The men immediately dispersed from around me and I found myself under the cast of only a single shadow now. I knew it was him, that awful demon who had kidnapped me. I slowly looked up.

"Take me home… I'm scared, please! What do you even want with me?"

His eyes—those twisted black dots he bore, coldly stared down to me as the others stood in silence.

"Evangeline Hook," he finally began, "You are now under the authority of the great Captain himself. You will not dispute said authority or question the orders that you are given, do you understand? I know how your sort of people are so easily confused."

He ended with a humorless laugh, his words barley connecting with me.

"But I said I—"

"And you are not to speak," he interrupted rudely.

I choked out a laugh, "Excuse me, you have no right, and I don't care who the hell you are, no one tells me what I should do."

I heard the crew exchange whispers as the man who stared down to me face was unchanging.

"You are under the flag of Captain James Hook, and you will follow the directions he has presented to me to tell you."

I frowned, "What do you mean James Hook? I thought that—"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed me by my wrist pulling me to my feet.

"Why won't you answer a single one of my questions?" I asked as he pulled me along behind him.

"Because, Miss Hook, he told me to tell you nothing," he said with a glance back form over his shoulder, his dark features twisted in a disgusted frown.

"Stop calling me that! My name's Eva!" before I could spit another word he threw me into a dark room and locked the door slamming it in my face. "Eva Archer!" I cried to the closed door pounding on it before collapsing to the ground in a frustrated wreck.

Well, at least they don't want to kill me. I mean wouldn't they have done that already? I searched the small, empty room, it was too dark to see in detail but I could tell it was pretty empty. That jerk had thrown me in nothing more than an old closet. I have many pet peeves, being ignored was high on the list… I'm pretty sure after this I'll add being kidnapped on there too.

Finally, tears began to fall freely from my eyes. What if I were never to see my family again? Of course I didn't meant to yell at my mother… or my father… or my sister, or anyone else for that matter, but who would ever imagine maybe that last fight will be the final words you'll ever share with that person? And sure, maybe since I was adopted I was never a blood related to them but nonetheless I loved them. Some things shouldn't be siad, and I've said them all, thought them all, screamed them all.

Still, maybe now they'll worry less, they still have 'the smart one' left don't they? The wicked thought teased my brain.

I wasn't like my sister in the least, starting with looks. She was blonde, tall, a face to rival any model to walk a runway, and I was just… me. Not exactly runway material. I was told eithere my mother or father were black or fairly dark skinned since I was rather tan. The other one of my parents were either German or Italian to account for my dark hair.

Regardless, this explanation did not stop the nagging question I must have been asked nearly one thousand times; "What are you?"

Would human answer that question for you?

Of course that never worked.

I was too pale to be black and too dark to be white. Not to mention a head of thick black curls that only made matters exceedingly worse matched with green eyes that typically confused people. Now, I'm not all together complaining here, I'm gald I'm exotic looking. I would be so bored with pale skin and hair.

The rest of me was average. I was just over five feet and couldn't pass one ten in weight. I dressed the way I wanted never glancing twice at Vogue. Right about now I wished I had slipped into my worn in pair of jeans before being rushed out the window, this cheap, itchy dress was going to get old fast.

I hit my head against the door I leaned on hoping to annoy anyone who could hear it.

My mind was still racing, predicting what events may come, silently praying that they didn't. For the first time ever I wished I was back in the prison of writing, math, and detention. My high school was the sort that would make private or home schooled kids blush—not that we were proud of that or anything. This was supposed to be the year of blow out parties, of drunken nights spent sneaking into the local bar. For skipping class to go out back and try to get in one cigarette before school security caught you. In those classes I passed with flying colors, I believe I even took each one in accelerated. But English or Algebra? Well I was never that book smart anyway. School was just hard for me, I wanted to do well, I even tried once or twice, but when report cards came so did the inevitable failure. What the point of trying if every time you do someone's always there to say that they did better than you? It would be cliché to say I got involved with the wrong crowd and surrounded myself with bad people. I became friends with the kids who accepted me, I didn't care what they did or what others thought of us, together we were our own. Getting kicked out of class, or getting in a fight, was just another day. You always got to watch after your own.

I was constantly being reminded of my future. To be blunt, I didn't see myself living that long to make it to college. I had a part time job to pay for my car but besides that work was the last thing on my mind. I tried to think about it as least as I could, my friends couldn't wait to leave that town though, I never understood that. That town was my home, where I felt safe. The place where getting caught by the cops wasn't that bad when it was probably your uncle anyway. Where drugs came cheap and where home and food were free. My parents for sure wouldn't spend a dime to put me through college; they'd already spent it all on her. She was going to Yale after all, like that was so special or something.

I drove myself crazy in that dark room, I felt sick to my stomach, scared shitless, my head pounding inside my skull. Why were they making me wait so damn long?

Out of anxiety and boredom I pulled out my lighter and began to turn it on and off. The flame dancing in the dark for a brief moment before flickering back into it's home. I continued this for a minute until another light source flittered through the room. Like the sunrise it slowly filled the entire closet, creeping across the floor and up the walls until it engulfed the whole area as if it where daylight outside. I put the cap back on the lighter and tried to peek through the door crack. It was too bright to make out anything, I had to pull back even more baffled than before.

Daylight? Could we have traveled anywhere that fast where it could be light? Was I really questioning this when traveling in an apparent magical, flying ship?

A few moments passed as I could hear a commotion outside, men running about. Possibly that dark, tall, boy yelling commands. Then, after a few more moments, there was the call of birds and a great splash of water as the ship rocked and threw me to my feet crashing into a mop and wooden bucket in the corner.

As I lay there, the door finally opened revealing two unfamiliar silhouettes.

"Ready to meet the good Captain?" asked one in a rough voice before both reached for me grabbing my arms pulling me out of the closet.

Apparently it was a rhetorical question.