[ WP ] Peter Pan : A serial child murderer afflicted with a mental illness that causes him to believe he can fly and that he can talk to faeries . Detective Hook has dedicated his career to stop this madman The stakes are raised when the Mayor 's children are abducted .

Detective Hook let himself into the Madison family home. Pushing past the throng of blue uniforms inside. Making his way up the marble spiral staircase leading to the boys that had been murdered rooms. He was met at the top by his old friend, detective Smee. 
 `` It's bad in there Roger, this sicko makes my stomach turn.'' 
 `` Second door on the left, right?'' Asked hook 
 Smee nodded his head. Whipping out his red handkerchief and wiping away the sweat that had formed a shiny gloss on his brow. Hook brushed past him and strode towards the door stopping short with his hand on the knob that once turned would inevitably show him a horrific scene of gore. He filled his lungs with the warm damp air that seemed linger in these old houses. Then exhaled sharply as he turned the knob and pushed the door open. 
 The first thing he noticed was the copious amounts of blood splattered across the walls and pooled around the boys small disfigured bodies. It almost seemed like that much blood could n't possibly come from such small corpses. 
 `` Three more friends, three more little children to join him in Neverland.'' Hook spoke to himself. 
 Each time he was called in the middle of the night, from his warm bed next to his wife. His heart would jump into his throat. He knew the psycho known as Pan always struck at night. Coming in through the window while the kids and parents slept. And swiftly sending children to Neverland. He had been assigned to pan three years ago. And of those three years pans technique never changed. He took children of all ages, never discriminating wealth, race or sex. As long as pan still walked this earth freely, no ones children where safe. Not even mayor Madison 
 Mr Madison had told the police that they had heard an alarming shout in the night causing him to make his way down the corridor to the room where his three sons slept. Only to find a massacre. Pan had no mercy, he would murder all of your children without even the courtesy to leave you an heir. 
 Hook covered his nose with a handkerchief his wife had made for him. The summer air had already caused their body's to swell and give off the pungent scent of decay. He inspected the Window for forced entry and found that the locks where still intact. Almost as if opened from the inside. He also noticed the boys laid out in a row, with smiled carved into their cheeks, holding hands. Giving a ritualistic look his work. 
 `` It's the same.'' Hook said to Smee, who had been behind him also watching for a mistake left behind by the madman. 
 `` He is to careful.'' Smee responded 
 `` He thinks he's doing is good and wants to continue his work.'' 
 Hooks blood began to boil. 
 `` He will slip up eventually! I want this place swept from top to bottom. Bag and tag everything. Also find out if anyone in the neighborhood was awake and caught a glance of this guy.'' 
 The grizzled detective spun on his heel and strode toward the exit. Pushing the door open carelessly almost smacking an officer waiting outside. 
 `` Detective! Mayor Madison wishes to speak with you!'' 
 `` Great.'' Hook said sarcastically `` Tell him if he has any information then to push it through the responding officer.'' 
 `` But detective...'' The officer managed to blurt out just before hooks stride was broke by a wall of a man. 
 `` Well hello mr mayor. I'm.. I.. I Want you to know how sorry I am for what happened here.'' Hook said before he realized he was speaking. 
 `` Sorry?'' Mayor Madison spat. `` Well! Maybe if you spent less time being such a sorry detective and more time trying to catch this madman my boys would still be alive!'' 
 The mayors eyes where bloodshot from lack of sleep and high blood pressure. Combined with tears for his loss. 
 I finally gathered my wits from the surprise. 
 `` Mr Madison, if you have any information about the killer then that would be beneficial, as for your opinion of me and my investigation, I suggest you keep to yourself and let me do my job.'' 
 Madison looked surprised. 
 `` You wo n't have a job if you ca n't pull through detective. And that's a promise! 
 You have two weeks!'' 
 He turned around and stormed into his study then slammed the door behind him. 
 Detective hook and smee left the Madison house. It had started to sprinkle outside indicating a much larger storm to be in tow. Everybody knew that when it rained here it poured. 
 
 **I'm working on the rest of the story but thought I'd leave this here until I finish. **
