<div style="text-align: center"><u><b>Hook</b></u><br/>
<i>Suds and Bubbles</i>​</div><br/>Hook’s movements were slow, deliberate, he knew with an almost predatory grace that each step he took would get him closer to Wendy. The air itself was filled with a tremor as people clustered towards a door on the far side of the establishment, panic, fear. It felt good to Hook, it smelled of mortal souls that understood what it might mean to pass on, it’s what Hook wished those poor lost creatures within Neverland would feel, would seek. Instead they fought and pranced under Peter Pan’s protective guise.<br/><br/>Lost in an endless dream. Or perhaps, an endless nightmare. Hook’s face contorted with disgust as the thought came and slowly passed.<br/><br/>Hook was called, by a gasp, by a whisper of breath, the mere presence of her, the dark auburn hair, her alabaster skin, blue eyes that told of a lifelong struggle that had never been spoken. A warmth spread as their eyes met, his heart thumped a quickened beat and he knew, just knew they’d be together soon. If only for a fraction of a second, if only for a moment. Then things would go back to the way they should, as they were. A smile tugged at his lips as she was pushed through the door by another familiar soul, one who, much like Wendy had an aura about him that caught Hook off guard. He hissed beneath his breath, his eyes finding the Raven woman, Tiger Lily casually striding beside him with a purpose. She’d wasted precious moments dealing with the deadman, but she had her duty too, for that he could not fault her.<br/><br/>“James.” He whispered, teeth clenched tightly as he felt a familiar rage bubble. “Tiger Lily!” He growled. “You.. You<i>knew</i>he was here didn’t you?” He announced as his pistol waved angrily towards the man who dashed through the tunnel, their hands held together tightly, a sort of touch that did not go unnoticed.<br/><br/>James Dameron, another escapee from Neverland, another soul that had come and stayed, for a time that had seemed unnaturally long. The boy had been a cunning one, sharp witted, a razor’s edge, a deadly combination with Peter Pan’s guile. Unlike Wendy when he passed on there was no lingering shadow, no trace of James, no endless storm and twisting waves. The boy had simply come and then gone and Hook, Hook had been glad he had vanished, never giving the sudden loss a second thought. Yet here he was, again, only this time with Wendy and<i>not</i>Peter Pan. Hook sucked in a breath through his teeth as he stepped towards Tiger Lily, fuming, he was fuming! The woman<i>knew</i>something. His eyes locked with hers as he bowed forward ever so slightly, hissing as brushed the back end of his hook against Lily’s face.<br/><br/>“If this is some<i>trick</i>Tiger Lily, I swear, I<i>will</i>gut you!” He huffed.<br/><br/>As the final remnants of drunken revelry made their way from the now abandoned bar Hook straightened, padding Lily’s cheek twice with the cold metal of his hook as he tossed her a grin, one filled with blanketed anger. “Now… let us find the little mouse and her rat.” He hummed.<br/><br/>There was no need to run, to chase, to fear losing Wendy again. There was a confidence within Hook’s heart. They had thrown up the walls, the souls scampered within walls they could not climb, across cobblestones they could not get under, walked beneath a sky they would not be able ascend. Even better, they left a trail which not only he could feel now, Tiger Lily could<i>see</i>it. There was something about Tiger Lily’s certainty that told Hook Wendy’s suffering was set to end sooner than later.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<u><b>James Dameron</b></u><br/>
<i>Escaping the Suds and Bubbles</i>​</div><br/>Her fingers entwined into his, the touch of her skin against his own, the tightening of her grip as people pressed nervously around them, the way his heart pumped a frightful beat into his ears, his head. They had to run, they<i>had</i>to run. His gaze turned to the woman clad in black feathers and black paint, her eyes calm and frigid, like the howling winds she swept into the room pulling at James’s attention with a frightful force.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until she felt Wendy’s warm breath push through the fabric of his shirt that he looked down at her pressed against him. Almost instinctively his arms pulled around her, tightened, holding her close. As her eyes met his he smiled, another soft smile, a smile filled with deceit, a smile that said<br/><br/><i>Everything will be okay</i>.<br/><br/>Whilst in truth the terror that followed had him doubting any of that was true. For as she looked past him, across his shoulder, James saw the shift, saw the barrier she’d been keeping strong. Saw it break and shatter into a million shards. He found fear, pure unfiltered panic in her eyes, it pooled like a wave into every single feature. It caused the hairs on the nape of his neck to rise, a shudder to shake through his body and he knew their time was up. He dared toss a glance over his shoulders, to see what brought on so much fear, a glint of gold, a vicious smile, the general air of someone smug who’d already decided they had won a game. James’s eyes met his, it was for but a moment, a mere second, everything seemed to freeze, to stay unmoving as he saw his own name pour from the man’s lips: “James”. Without a sliver of doubt, with a painful certainty that brought fear to James too his mind answered….<br/><i><br/>
Hook.</i><br/><br/>“Go!” He hissed again as he pushed her forward.<br/><br/>As they stumbled through the small little tunnel and out into the twilight streets, the icy touch of the night’s embrace tickling James’s warm interior he paused. He tried to gather himself, to recognize where they were, anything, so they could move, could run towards the car. Surely these two would not be able to keep up with the car. His head turned from left to right and back over his shoulder when Wendy’s trembling voice pulled his attention.<br/><br/><i>Can you fly….</i><br/><br/>James sucked in a breath, surely not, even though he just<i>knew</i>that was Hook, surely he could not possibly fly. He chuckled and pulled Wendy into a hug, an embrace that was meant to calm her but… Her warmth seemed to slowly have an effect on him too, one of comfort, of trust. So held on to her for a second longer than he needed to before bowing his head, his forehead softly bumped against the top of hers.<br/><br/>“I… cannot fly Wendy… we have to run.” He hissed in distress.<br/><br/>Laughter, a piercing rolling sort of laugh that echoed through the little tunnel into the streets, James looked back to find Hook nearly upon them, pistol raised James saw the man’s thumb press the mechanical switch and pull back the hammer. He waited, waited for just another moment as he watched hook’s finger tighten around the trigger. The timing would have to be perfect, James put his back between Hook and Wendy as he studied Hook closely.<br/><br/>“Hook..” James announced. “You’ll never win, like all those stories, you always lose.” He taunted.<br/><br/>It worked, he saw the bright smile fade into an expression of anger, the brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, shoulders tensed and muscles pulled together. His finger squeezed, Hook convinced James would act as a shield and take the shot. Except he didn’t, as soon as James saw the rage flood into Hook, he dashed left, no longer concerned with direction and pulled Wendy along with him, half pushing her outfront while trying to prevent her from toppling forward. Gunpowder exploded, the snap of thunder blasting through the empty streets, the sound of a bullet exploding into masonry. James stood frozen then, no longer wrapped around Wendy he planted himself firmly between Hook and Wendy, his eyes occasionally travelling to the woman of raven feathers who stood ready behind Hook.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<u><b>Hook</b></u><br/>
<i>Between the Veil</i>​</div><br/>He had her, he had them both! But as always Hook let emotion take sway, the rage and anger that boiled into his body was uncontrollable. James’s words had hit him where it hurt most, his pride. For Hook did always end up losing all that confidence he had moments earlier, the waters strong, an upcoming tide, where turned to steam by a hiss of inner fire. As his vision blurred he squeezed, firing the flintlock pistol, destroying the man and his sharpened words.<br/><br/>Except, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, as the rage slowly stilled in his body, there was no crumpled body, no James bleeding out with Wendy crying within his arms. Instead he was met by broken brick over the cobblestone streets, an empty street, James standing defiantly to the side, Wendy held at his back.. Hook snarled in disgust, his eyes narrowed once more as he looked to Tiger Lily.<br/><br/>“Well?” He said angrily.<br/><br/>“Are you just going to stand there? Or are you actually going to<i>help</i>?” He yelled angrily.<br/><br/>Hook tossed the pistol in frustration, the metal ringing as it scampered across the floor. No more pistols, no more distance… James had gotten to him for the last time.<br/><br/>“Nevermind, I’ll deal with this myself.” Hook announced as he stepped towards James.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Beyond the Veil</i>​</div><br/>James stood strong, unarmed, he knew he was still strong, perhaps he could defeat Hook, perhaps he could save Wendy. His eye found the golden gleam that was Hook’s preferred weapon of choice, a deadly curl with a sharpened point, one that could pierce and rip with deadly precision. Saw Hook finger the cutlass at his side, yet Hook didn’t pull the blade. Instead he stepped silently towards James, anger still fresh in his eyes. It felt like they were in some sort of fairy tale, in some sort of unreal movie, two women watching, one with a glint of fear, the other with a knowing gaze as the two men stepped around each other slowly, like two lions they stalked silently, waiting for an opening, waiting for a chance to strike. James raised his fists, unsure what they would even mean against a man armed to the teeth with sharpened steel, but he did nonetheless. He would not let them get to Wendy without a fight.<br/><br/>The golden curve of gold seemed to glimmer, almost emanate an unnatural sort of glow as Hook stepped closer. James feigned, ducking forward with an intent to strike, Hook reacted and swiped, as he did James dropped, his knees buckling as he felt the wind rush past his ears. As the hook’s weapon struck at the air above his head James could hear something tear, like someone had pulled a sheet of fabric in two, it caused James to jump back in fright. What he saw had him gaping, it looked like… like a canvas had been torn, a flap of paper falling over its own weight, revealing another world, another place behind it. Like a window but without a wall. As the torn air seemed to fall open a gust of thick billowing mist poured from within. Hook was out of sight in an instant, hidden away in the thick smoke, so was the woman of shadows. But not Wendy, Wendy stood just a step away from him and, like some calling, a path ran from her feet towards that little window.<br/><br/>There was no doubt in his mind, however terrifying it seemed, that<i>this</i>was their way out. Without a second thought James’s fingers wrapped around Wendy’s wrist and he bolted, full speed, he no longer cared if she fell, if she stumbled, this was<i>it</i>, the only way they’d get away with their lives. Just as he lept, that final step into the great unknown he squinted, tried to peek into the world beyond. What he saw was gut wrenching, the words Wendy had spoken mere moments before now echoed in his mind as he passed through the gate into the unknown.<br/><br/><i>Can you fly?</i><br/><br/>For as he pushed through his feet found nothing, no ground, just air and like that they tumbled, down towards dark churning seas and black jagged rocks. As he fell he looked up at the floorless sky to see Hook’s head peer through the sheet, frustration clear on his face. Whatever happened…. at least they escaped<i>him.</i><br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<u><b>Pan</b></u><br/>
<i>A storm in the shadows</i>​</div><br/>Pleasure and pain, it pushed through Pan’s body with a fiery need, the need to consume. Black smoke danced from his body, his features hidden in the darkness, in the shadows. As he flew, as he dashed and moved, copies of Pan seemed to dance in his wake. Like he moved, yet stood still all at the same time. A thousand shadows folding over itself over and over as he pushed through the pirate horde that had invaded Wendy’s home. As shadows were tossed about, lost forever, their souls screaming in eternal pain it was pleasure that drove Pan forward. His blade found flesh and cut, the blood that followed, the warmth, the sound it made as it fell against the wooden floorboards invigorating. It had been too long since he’d been free like this, too long since he’d head the echoing cries of men die and yearn for a place for their souls. But there was no place, Pan took them all, took them all for himself and he thrived, pushed deeper and further, the boy that loved adventure and mischief barred deeper and deeper.<br/><br/>Perhaps, for once, Pan could stay, wouldn’t that be nice? He laughed and crowed with a happy sort of madness as his shadow dashed through pirate after pirate. Tink was behind him, he could feel her presence, could feel her join in the revelry. The newling came later, but joined nonetheless. It all made sense to Pan now…. They had hurt George and now there were pirates, George had hurt Wendy, tortured her endlessly, Fable’s words still echoing in the back of his mind as he rendered flesh with his steel. It all made sense, George was a<i>pirate</i>! An evil, cruel sort of man and like these men he’d steal his shadow, his soul. Pan took no pause in his destruction, he didn’t want too, the chaos within him still had a singular purpose and that purpose was to find George, to make him<i>suffer</i>. His feet found walls, the ceiling, the floor, as his world seemed to spin in an endless cycle. Pan cut at ankles and wrists, at necks, poked at faces and hearts, chopped at fingers and toes. He dashed forward in his mad search for George Darling. Even in the chaos, even in the straight halls filled with pirate after pirate it was hard to miss the body slumped in his own blood, the white dress shirt now drenched in red, the layers of fat wrapped around the limp man’s frame. It was George but… It was also hard to miss that the man had no soul to take, no shadow that lingered around the pile of meat. George had passed on and slipped through Pan’s fingers, had found escape in death before he could take him into the eternal engine of Neverland itself.<br/><br/>Pan paused, sticking close to the ceiling to avoid the blades of Hook’s men, a disappointed frown settling onto his features, the black shadows slowly pulling back. A scream that echoed through the estate, a banshee’s cry, then a flicker of red rage, a stream of bright light that zipped from one man to the next, Tink was fast, vicious, even more deadly than Pan in this state. Men fell faster then one could blink, the echo of her cry not even silent by the time she was done with what remained of Hook’s hordes. In seconds she’d torn down each and every one of them. Pan seemed to subside, to slowly pull back into the shadows as Peter felt a great sorrow spread through his chest. To see Tink like this, it hurt him, slowly, carefully Peter floated her way, he could see it in her eyes she was blind to everything and everyone around her, when one emotion swayed your every being and said emotion was anger… well… He wasn’t much different when Pan broke through.<br/><br/>He crept up beside Tink, a single hand pressing onto her shoulder as he whispered. “Tink…. it’s okay… I’m back.” Peter said.<br/><br/>The hand trailed down her arm, finding her waist so he could slide in carefully behind her, always careful for her wings, he pulled her into an embrace, his breath hot on her cheek as he smiled, the white of the skull tattoo’s now seemingly brighter against the darkened skin.<br/><br/>“It’s okay no-...” Peter cut off abruptly as he stared into space, his body shuddered as he felt a presence, deep, warm… familiar.<br/><br/>“Neverland.” He said, kissing Tink’s cheek as he floated around her, hands on her shoulders once more as he looked into her eyes.<br/><br/>“You can feel it too right? Neverland! She’s there! In Neverland!” He shouted happily. “Tink! We have to go… Now! Find her! Tink!? Let’s go!” He chuckled with a bright smile.<br/><br/>“Second star to the left…. and straight…. Let’s go Tink!” He shouted.