[ 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 looked at his latest catch much like a child would look at a monster in a cage. 
 
 With disgust, but also unabashed wonder. 
 
 Even though the one-way glass separating the two was over three inches thick and bullet proof, Hook still felt a sense of unease when watching the newly captured serial killer squirm and writhe against his metal restraints. The bright lighting of the station's interview room made the man's face appear ghostly pale, which was in stark contrast to the bright red of his gums that would occasionally flash when he shot a smile towards the camera set up in the corner of the room. He was wearing a crudely made outfit composing mostly of ratty green cloth, and ill-fitting leather moccasins suffocated his feet. On top of his scraggly brown hair rested a green hat made of the same material as his clothes, complete with a peculiar red feather poking out at the very top. 
 
 Hook watched Peter's every move with utter fascination. The green-clad man would move with jerky and spastic movements, remaining surprisingly mobile despite being shackled with four sets of handcuffs. With a quick turn of the head, Peter shifted his focus from the camera to the glass separating him from the grizzled detective. Hook was faintly startled by the sudden change of the man's focus. It was impossible for Pan to see through to the other side, but Hook felt as though Peter was peering right into his very soul. As Peter stared at the glass, he began to mutter something indecipherable. Hook leaned in intently, hoping the microphones in the room would be able to pick up what the deranged man was saying. 
 
 `` Hey, Cap'n!'' 
 
 Hook nearly had a heart attack right where he was standing. He turned around to face the source of the voice, and saw none other than Sargent Smee standing in the doorway. Smee noticed Hook's near-panic attack and realized that he had fucked up, so he did was Sargent's do best and promptly tried to cover his ass. 
 
 `` Sorry, Captain Hook! I was n't tryna' scare ya like that. I was just coming to check in on how things are goin'.'' 
 
 Hook sighed and regained his composure. He had been up for three nights chasing the deranged child killer all throughout the streets of London, and he was nearing the end of his rope. 
 
 `` It's alright, Smee. And its DETECTIVE Hook, now. One of the many benefits of catching this sicko.'' 
 
 Hook's sarcasm went unnoticed by Smee, who instead walked forward to gaze at Pan through the glass. 
 
 `` What a freak, right?'' 
 
 Hook nodded in agreement, not taking his eyes off of Pan, who had reverted his attention to the camera. 
 
 `` Forensics is analyzing the murder weapon as we speak. They say its some kinda really old sword, from the pirate times, ya know?'' 
 
 Smee looked at Hook waiting for his response, but in all honestly Hook could n't give a damn about the murder weapon, much less the strange amount of gold coins and other various treasures found inside the killer's apartment. All Hook could think about were the children. Thirteen of them dead, four still missing. All at the hands of the monster that calls himself Peter Pan. 
 
 `` So... You gon na talk to him? The commish is getting kinda anxious. Says he needs something to tell the press.'' 
 
 Hook had been holding off the interrogation for about two hours now. He told himself he was trying to study the killer first but in reality, he was afraid. His fear was n't of Pan himself, but instead the risk of finding out that the 4 missing children were already dead, just like the others. But someone had to try to get the answers, and since Hook was the one who caught the scumbag, he had the honors. 
 
 `` I'll give the commissioner a story, alright.'' Hook gruffly mumbled. 
 
 Smee stepped out of Hook's way as he began walking towards the door that led into the interview room where Pan waited anxiously. Hook used his one good hand to unlock the various locks, resting his artificial hand on the side of the door frame. Smee tried not to stare at the large metal hook that acted as the Detectives replacement hand. No one new for sure how he lost it, but Smee had heard rumors about an alligator. 
 
 Before he entered, Hook turned to face Smee. 
 
 `` If I start to loose control, send someone in.'' 
 
 Smee nodded, and with that, the Detective entered the interview room. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

