Write the Villain 's side of the story . Make the 'hero ' seem deluded or idiotic

( While not a per se perspective from the original stories, I've had a spin on this one for a while ) 
 
 `` Damn you, Peter. Damn your ever-boyish grin, your clean slate. Underneath all of that you're more a monster than I've ever been.'' 
 
 Peter held Hook at a sword tip, smug in his victory. 
 
 `` Now I shall do away with you, Hook! I'll give Neverland the peace it deserves!'' 
 
 But Captain Hook did n't cringe or cry at this fate. His grimace turned upside down, peeling open to a grin and he laughed. Sprawled upon the deck, a run of blood down his nose. The surrounding pirates kept their paces, not wanting to agitate Pan. 
 
 The cackle rose and grew, the last desperate confusions of a bitter old man echoed through the bay air. 
 
 `` You... hehe, why beg? Why ask? You're no wiser no matter what I say or do. The cycle concludes as it always has. And you... Tinkerbell, unafflicted by his forgetfulness, you stand by and watch time and again, do n't you?'' Pan felt strange. 
 
 `` Tink? What's he mean by that?'' He asked the fairy, perched upon his shoulder. She picked up and flew out of his view, covering her face. 
 
 `` What cycle? What are you talking about you wretched pirate?'' 
 
 Hook gasped in difficult breaths, staring his nemesis down. `` Why not? Boys... show him the mast.'' 
 
 The crowd parted open to the base of the ships main mastpole. Even in the lamplight Peter could see dozens and dozens of deep slashed gouges in counts of 5. 
 
 `` Every cut in the wood is every captain you've ever cut down, Peter. Every one of them a single scratch in an ever growing list of atrocities.'' 
 
 Pan squeezed the hilt of his sword and pushed the tip to Hooks neck. 
 `` You lie.'' 
 
 `` If only, Peter. Do you... Do you remember how I lost my hand?'' The captain held it up in the moonlight, the gleam of polished silver caught the eye. 
 
 `` You were never a match for the mighty Peter Pan! And your hand was a token claimed by the Croc! Of course I remember!'' 
 
 `` Okay then. When?'' Asked Hook. 
 
 `` Ha! Trick question, there is no time in Neverland!'' 
 
 `` You ca n't even remember what you remember! So sad, really.'' 
 
 `` What matters is that you're stopped, Hook.'' 
 
 `` That's NOT MY NAME!'' Roared the captain. He tore the hook from his arm and cast it away. `` That's not my name.'' 
 
 Peter backed a step, never taking his eyes of the old man. 
 
 `` It's James. And this...'' He said, holding up the scarred stump of his arm. `` Was when I went by another name yet, one that you also gave me.'' 
 
 `` Tink!'' Yelled Peter, a feeling in the pit of his stomach grew. 
 
 `` I was 11 when you came to my home. 11! I was a boy, a child in his home! You spun fanciful tales of adventures and wonder to my brother and I. Spun and spun and spun until I lost my senses and took your hand and you brought us to this... this place.'' 
 
 Tinkerbell reappeared in the high beams of the sails, looking down on the confrontation, crying tiny tears. 
 
 `` We thought we'd found heaven. A lush life of forts and playing and hunting to our hearts content. We looked up to you whereas our father had looked down on us.'' He said somberly. `` And then you killed Allen. You brought him here, to this very deck, to assault a captain of another time. You pitched boys against men and he fell. I was there. When you'd bested the captain you reveled in your victory and were content to let the sharks eat the dead.'' 
 
 The Captain took out an old pendant. `` This was his, damn thing is rusted and salted, but it was his. And when I claimed it from his neck and saw you gloating and boasting of your deeds, I challenged you! I fought to honor the forgotten you left behind. As always, you won yet again, slicing my hand clean off and into the gullet of that scaled devil.'' 
 
 The weight of this accusation began to toll on Pan, glancing about at the faces around him. 
 
 `` That's right... that's it Peter. All of them, lost boys no more, lost men now. Lost souls. Lost dreams and loves and friendships. One by one the boys you've taken as brothers from their cribs have come to me on their knees, broken and abandoned, as it's been since the beginning. And she...'' Pointing at Tinkerbell with his stump. `` Has watched you do it over and over again, ever nurturing an inkling of romance. Ever assured that you'd one day reciprocate her interests. I ca n't say which is truly sadder.'' 
 
 `` You used to call me Picklejar.'' Said a pirate, held up by his comrade. 
 `` Bad Apple.'' `` Knuckle.'' `` Roller.'' The hushed voices surrounded Pan. 
 
 He stepped further and further back until he backed against the tallied mast. 
 
 `` You called me Shiner. On account of the beating my father had graced me with only hours before I left him forever.'' Said Hook. He picked up his sword and approached Pan. Peter held up his blade in defense. 
 
 `` No, Peter. No. This time you must break the cycle. This time you must be the pan AND the captain. You were always the most dangerous, the greatest swordsman. You were always our older brother, our father, our fate.'' Hook swatted the blade from Peter's hand and passed the hilt of his blade into the open palm. 
 
 `` Take it. They will follow you to the end.'' Hook backed up, arms wide open, his smile spread widely. Finally, his feet met the railing of the ship. In the water below there was a growl of hunger. 
 
 `` The end of things, Peter. Even you have one. And this is mine.'' And Hook fell back, toppling into the waiting jaws of the crocodile. He did not scream, he did not flail. The beast drug him under the surface and was gone forever.
