"Peter Pan," I heard him snarl. Shivers ran down my spine and I looked up nervously. The heavy ropes bound me to a
chair. There stood Captain James Hook, gaunt against the flickering fire light of the lamp beside me on the table. He had
a thin hand on his chin. "What to do with you?" His voice was hardly audible; it rang ominous in the darkness.

He turned to me and I felt his icy gaze pierce through my flesh. His eyes were narrowed just so they glittered in the light
from the lantern. He menacingly approached me, putting each of his hands on the arms of the chair and leaning
dangerously close to me. I leaned back as far as the binds would allow, feeling his hot breath heat my face. "Long have
you avoided this, Pan," he said softly, but with enough venom to stop a heard of buffalo in their tracks, "do you know
what you have done to me?"

I felt desperation fill my mind. I wanted to avoid his terrifying gaze, but I couldn't. I was powerless at his feet. "No," I
said softly, eyes wide with worry.

"For uncountable years, you have destroyed everything that I love. You've broken my spirit and ruined whatever I tried
to do. Why, Peter?" He screamed angrily. "WHY?"

A pang of guilt dashed through my heart. I hated to admit it, but he was right. "I." I stammered, finding the floor
suddenly interesting, "I don't know." He cried out and sprinted backward a few paces, angrily falling against a wall. I
closed my eyes and called out to anyone who could hear me. Please, please, help me, help me! He's going to kill me,
help me, please!

I found myself begging for an angel, screaming for mercy to a non-existent listener. My eyes were closed so tightly it
hurt. Someone has to help me, I can't die like this! Please, I thought hurriedly, whoever is bothering to hear this prayer,
please, help me!

Suddenly, there was salvation! The call was answered; I felt the lightest brush against my lips, gentle like the rays of
the morning sun, soft like the wing of a dove. I replied to it hungrily.

The sensation was totally amazing. I felt sparks explode through my body and light lift to my heart. I felt the gentle kiss
deepen, burning passion against my lips.

As if nothing had happened until now, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes snapped open and I found none other
then Captain Hook kissing me! I struggled and pulled back, as did my adversary, and both of us were shocked.

There was a long, uncomfortable pause between us. I couldn't help but stare at him. I searched my mouth for some kind
of word, but all I managed to say was this: "What?" He didn't respond, his back was against the wall, and his hand over
his mouth. Apparently, he was just as dumbfounded as I was.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, taking his hand down. "I don't know what I was thinking." With that, he walked to me and
unbound me. I massaged my wrist for a second.

I took the time to think about what just happened. I couldn't deny that it felt, well, so right when his lips were pressed
against mine. "Go," he said quietly, pointing to the door. I felt a sudden taught of contemplation flood through me. I
could go, I was free! But. what about Captain Hook? Was he going to be all right? Peter, slap yourself! Said a voice in my
head, this is HOOK we're talking about! You shouldn't give a shit about him! I looked up at him.

Then why do I anyway?

"Go," he repeated a little louder. Still, I didn't move. Hook gave me a reprimanding gaze. "Leave now, fool, I'm setting
you free!"

"If you love something, set it free," I repeated to myself, "if it loves you, it will return." That was something my mother
used to say to me. It wasn't until now that I understood the full meaning of those words. How incredible.

"What?" he breathed out the question. I looked up into his eyes. I realized then how pretty and blue they were. I shook
my head to put my answer across. Hook knelt down and I ran toward him, embracing the one I thought was my enemy. I
rested my head on his shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Nuzzling against his neck, he suddenly
pulled me away.

After staring into his eyes for a few blissful moments, he leaned toward me again and gently kissed me again, this time
with so much love and warmth I could have screamed. His soft lips felt like satin against my own as I let out a soft
autonomic moan. His one hand found its way to my waist and pulled me closer to him. My own hands tangled in his soft
raven hair as the kiss held out.

So things like this can come true. I love my enemy

After note:

(( This is just to prove a fact. Love has no boundaries, love knows no gender. It moves past the limits of the universe
and beyond. It will last forever in many forms, but in the end, it is still love. It blossoms forth from anything and can last
until all time ends. Thank you. ))