An Unexpected Reunion

My eyes opened to the usual morning; Mother screaming her lungs out at me for no particular reason and my pillow completely soaked in tears from the previous night. I jumped out of bed and proceeded to accomplish my morning chores, cooking breakfast and cleaning the rooms. As I began cracking the eggs for Father, I overheard him read the morning paper, Everyday London.

"Bloomsbury has taken a turn for the worst as for over the past 1 month, there has been a record-breaking amount of break-ins occurring in the area. The interesting part to these break-ins is that there is no report of any thefts in the houses that were invaded. Also, they all occurred during the night and with households that had young children. The police have advised that all children should be supervised during the night hours and that security should be enforced."

"Well isn't that just terrible!" Mother murmured, not looking up from her sewing. I turned over to see Father crumble up the paper and throw it in the trash bin.

"Lies. " He said, as I plated his scrambled eggs. "All they do is making up stupid lies just to make their newspaper gain more popularity." He began to dive into his eggs, cursing in between every other bite. As I made my way back to the stove to clean up, I realized there was something strange about these events that were going on.

"What's the point of breaking in if you aren't going to steal anything?" I wondered. My thoughts were interrupted when Mother spoke up, her face lifting up from her sewing.

"George, this seems serious. I mean you can't just assume the reporters are making up lies-"

"Don't you DARE start with ME!" Father yelled, turning around to glare at Mother. Her eyes widened with fear as the needle and thread fell onto the floor. "I know what I'm talking about, and I don't need a stupid WOMAN telling me what to think or not." Father then stormed out of the kitchen, grabbing his suitcase and coat and slammed the door on his way out. Mother began to softly whimper, as she picked up her supplies and began to slowly make her way upstairs. I ran up to her, my empathetic side taking over my realistic side, and touched her shoulders.

"Mother, please don't cry. Father's just in a bad mood." I whispered to her, trying my best to comfort her. I felt her relax for a second, but then I felt her shoulders tense up and she swiveled around, eyes filled with tears.

"QUIET!" she screamed, jerking away from me. "You don't know anything, you ignorant girl. Just get back to work and leave me alone." She stomped away from me, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and decided to look into these break-ins and try to forget about my parents. I made my way to the trash bin, fumbled through some broken egg shells and empty milk cartons, and picked out the crumpled up newspaper. According to the report, all the break-ins occurred in rich neighborhoods with families of at least three people. "

"Maybe…the invader is searching for a person, not money."I said to myself as I cleaned up the cabinets and began to mop the floor. I heard rapid footsteps on the floor above me, and Mother appeared in a fur-lined coat and a silk dress underneath. Her face was covered with make-up. Mascara and eye line caked on her eyes, her cheeks glistening with a rosy-pink, and her lips standing out with a dark red lip color.

"I'm going out with the girls; don't expect me home for a couple days. George is on a business trip so he won't be back for a few days as well. Don't do anything stupid." She said, with much emphasis on the last sentence. With her chin tilted high in the air, she strutted her way out the door. I was much use to this scenario as both Mother and Father were always out of the house for their usual reasons. Mother hangs out with the girls a lot, going on trips to take "days off" from the housework. Father was constantly on business trips since his job required him to go to different areas in London and advertise his company. I finished the floor and sat down in the dining room with the newspaper, trying to wrap my head around such a confusing situation.

"The invaders have yet to target our neighborhood…" I noted out loud, scanning the report for the second time. "Will we be next?"

"Well, my darling, you are quite right." A low, raspy voice chuckled as a dark figure came into view. "It took me a while, but I have finally found you." I stood up as fast as a bullet and began to back up slowly, making my way to the stairs. My face was frozen in shock as I tried to identify the invader.

"Who are you…?" I said my voice breaking. I heard him let out a deep chuckle as he speeded toward me and trapped me against the wall with his arm.

"Why Wendy, we have already met? Don't you remember?" He crooned, lifting his hand to my cheek. When he touched it, I felt the sting of cold, dark metal with a pointy tip piercing my skin. My eyes widened as memories from 4 years ago began to appear. I knew exactly who he was.

"Hook."

A/N~Gotta love cliffhangers :P So this chapter is a tad bit longer, as there is more character and plot development. This will probably be the normal length of a chapter, unless there are special circumstances. Hoped you enjoy, thanks a ton for reading, and please do review :)