[ 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 .

`` You have interesting wings, Tink. Did you know that? Hey! I said I did n't want to fly today! Damn you. Now Captain Hook can see us. Why do people always criticize me? It's not fair. That's why I'm here in Neverland!!'' The little boy said, creepily calm as he started a fire with the mayors kids sitting right next to it. He turned to the kids with a devilish smile, the shadows creeping up his face and neck, giving his already sunken in eyes a more creepy look. 
 
 `` I have n't feed the lost boys in a while. Boys! We eat at sunset!'' At that, he leaped with glee. He gestured to the wood figurines that were laying, cast aside, on the dew-dropped grass. 
 
 The mayors children, however, were petrified. Who was this boy? It was scary, but John and Wendy were forced to remain calm for Micheal. The fear was very evident in their eyes, though. This.. boy was talking to wooden figurines. They had heard of him. On the news, and his name was always printed in big black letters. 
 
 *Peter Pan Strikes Again! Are We Safe? * 
 
 It was quite obvious the poor boy had a mental disease, and Wendy felt quite sorry for the little thing, but her life was at stake here. She had to not worry about helping him. She should worry on how to escape. 
 
 Across town, Detective Hook was frantically pacing the floor, rifling through old maps, newspapers, anything he could find on Pan. He found himself chuckling slightly. The mayors children. Idiot. 
 
 `` Sir, we have a lead.'' 
 
 `` Go ahead. I doubt it's him. Probably just another body who fell victim to Pan. `` 
 
 The officer, Smee, frowned. Under his breath, `` I swear, you are a psychopath when it comes to him.'' 
 
 `` I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.'' 
 
 Smee rolled his eyes and motioned for others to join him. 
 
 Triumphantly, Hook held up a map of the subway tunnels. Not a single thing has been going through there for months. It was the only place Pan ever hid his victims, though he always had it cleverly hidden. 
 
 In the subways, Pan heard the soft rustling of fabric, and the pounding of boots. Peter jumped up and grabbed the ladder rung above him with insane wide eyes. He smiled with glee, then whispered down to what were supposedly his `` Lost Boys''. 
 
 `` It's the Indians, boys. Let's go kick some Indian butt! Do you think they'll teach me some of your language?'' He paused, looking down at the small figurines as if they were responding. Oh, that's right Hop! I already know Hanamanagunda! Silly me.'' He huffed, and then called out. 
 
 `` I'M DOWN HERE BRAVES! COME AND GET PETER PAN!!'' Peter Pan looked like he was having way to much fun with this silly game of his. He landed on his two feet, booped a figurine shaped like a raccoon on the nose, and skipped away. The children watched him go. They did n't dare try to escape, they assumed that these said `` braves'' were the police. They could only hope. 
 
 
 Detective Hook was in his black car with sirens on, racing off to the subways. He had the Insane Asylum truck behind him. Hook knew he was going to catch Peter. He smelt it. Today.. today was his day. 
 
 Peter Pan's smile grew. He heard Hook's sirens before he was even her. 
 
 `` Lost Boys! Hook is coming!'' He giggled maniacally and pulled out a very sharp stick, smiling brightly as some of the bugs on it squired away from him. 
 
 `` I'm excited Tink! Are n't you? Oh, this is going to be fun!!'' 
 
 Hook jumped out of his car and pulled his firearm out. With his prosthetic arm, it was tricky to learn to shoot again, but he eventually got the gist of it. 
 
 `` Peter, you are arrested for the murders of 27 people. We ask that you come out with your hands up!'' Hook bellowed into the tunnel. A loud, creepy giggle came out of the sewers, and Peter came out, hands up, but holding a big, jagged tree branch Hook could only guess was a weapon in his mind. Peter cocked his head and his smiling face turned to a pout. 
 
 `` I want a fair fight!'' He whined, stomping his foot. Hook wasted no time shooting him in the leg, and Peter screamed in agony. 
 
 `` TINK!! SAVE ME!'' Pan's scream was chilling, and he was writing on the gravel, his blood staining the rocks. Hook shot again and hit him right in the heart. He had done it. 
 
 
 
 
 
 He killed his arch enemy.
