kelly0218

I hate you, Wendy Darling. I hate the way that you drew me to you, with your stories. The stories of faith and trust and pixie dust. The stories of good triumphing over evil. The stories that would raise hope in the most hopeless of children. The stories are as evil, are as much of a trap as anything Hook and his entire band of pirates could come up with in ten lifetimes. The only difference is that this trap looks, feels, sounds, tastes so good that it is impossible to resist. Not just for me, for all the boys. No. Actually that is the excuse I used to keep coming back. Well, that and the fact that I like Hook getting defeated in as blood