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Dr. James B. Hook

Once a noble name, now a rather unfortunate connation. Then again, what is the world without Captain Hook?

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a character in “The Wonderland Institute v2”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name:
James Bartholomew Hook

Surname:
Hook

Alias/Nickname:
Captain Hook, Codfish

Place of Birth:
London, England

DOB:
August 8th, 1958

Age:
54

Family:
Immediate family all deceased

Occupation:
Behavioral Therapist

Blood-Type:
AB+

Criminal History:
None.

Mental Diagnostic:
Chronomentrophobia

Supernatural Powers:
No

Triggers:
Severe agitation with a patient, Peter Banning, whom injured his left hand severely during a session, unrecoverable and requiring amputation. Also is a fear of the sound of clocks, due to a constant ticking he recalls while waiting to be attended after the assault.

Ideal Environment and Stimuli For Them:
Has a fascination with the ocean and has bottle models of Victorian era vessels and other old naval memorabilia, these decorate his personal office. Has taken up using digital clocks.

Personality:
Calm and collected, he puts forth a charismatic front to ease his patients into a sense of trust, something stemming from years of experience, a man of sophistication, highly educated and born into class. Something too of a realist, staying rooted into the realm of the comprehensible, showing little interest in things of fantasy, with the exception of those grandiose in tales of the sea. He does however seem to have a problem of trying to take command of situations, almost arrogantly, but this does not mar the value of his experience.

History:
Born to a family in London, with a barely present father, William Hook, who was a captain in the Royal Navy. This left him with with him in the care of his mother for most of his life, with his mother telling the young Hook grandiose stories of his father battling pirates out at sea. Sometime, at the later end of twelve, his father would be reported as lost at sea, the circumstances surrounding it remaining a mystery.

At age 13, his still grieving mother would send him to attend Eton College. Thrust amongst the students he would grow in self-confidence, even to be considered a model student as well as a a natural leader, quickly forming friends and naming themselves the "Jolly Rogers Crew," with himself first gaining the nickname Captain Hook. Here he would also form a strong long running friendship with a portly and somewhat weak-willed student by the name of Wallace Smee who contrasted greatly against Hook's charismatic personality.

At age 19, he would spend many years attending Oxford to study subjects of human behavior and psychology, forgoing his dreams of being a captain like his father by pressure from his mother. He was, however, forced to leave at the later half of his college career due to sudden deterioration in his mother's health who was diagnosed with pneumonia. Here he would attend to her up until 1982 where she would pass away despite strenuous attempts at treatment. With no ties remaining, he would start to practice small time with great success and gain some renown, later he would move to operate as a full time practitioner at the Wonderland Institute.

During a session with one, Peter Banning, after continuously being told that there is no Neverland, that he murdered the children and that he is no Peter Pan, he violently assaulted Hook and ravaged his left hand into an unrecoverable state, leaving it to be amputated, and replaced with a prosthetic hook. The last memory he has of this session is the ticking of the clocks in his office, which now trigger a PTSD response, to such a point that he has had all clocks in his collection removed. He has since physical recovery resumed his services.

Relationship to Inmates:
Strong dislike of Peter Banning after violent episode resulting in the loss of his left hand. It is to be expected.

Progress:
Chronomentrophobia is not a concern for his continued service, it may resolve itself on its own in due time.

So begins...

Dr. James B. Hook's Story

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In his office, the middle aged James Hook sat at his desk, finishing his round reports, filling them out with an ornate peacock feather pen, custom designed with the family seal engraved upon it. In this day and age of computers and word processing software, it would be considered archaic to use such a relic, but to him, he insists, it is a small imprint of himself into it, a sophistication a machine cannot simply replicate.

As he finishes, he meticulously cleans the pen before placing it and the inkwell into a metal case, and stores it away in his desk drawer, and with a key he locks the contents away with a click. It was something of a precaution. Precautions were a big consideration now, precautions keeps one safe, especially after the last incident.

With a glance at his prosthetic hand he sighs, realizing yet again that there will likely be another round of hopeless cases to file away tomorrow, little progress made had drained his once brimming optimism. Some of them, could they even be deemed human anymore? There are no monsters here, only men and women with twisted minds awaiting to be untwisted, he reassures himself, as he begins to rap away at the desk with his hook, a pensive look on his face as he stares off at one of his bottled models of a galleon.

And that Peter, so damn insistent in his absurdity, his Neverland, he thinks as his rapping becomes increasingly rhythmical. This infuriating delusion of his, I've never before heard nor seen such bullheaded conviction in a fantasy! He simply projects away fault, does not want to face the reality of his deeds. If it were only so simple to shatter this facade identity of Peter Pan!

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick...

Beads of sweat trickle down from his brow, his breathing shallows, his eyes glaze over, crawling down to gaze at his left hand as the rhythm starts to sound strikingly like the ticking of a clock. With a sudden frenzied response, he slams his hand down upon his hook creating a a loud clatter as the desk shakes, abruptly stopping the noise. It infuriated him more that he had this condition, even more than the loss of his hand. It was his duty to cure madness, not have fits of it.

With an attempt to change his attention, he looks at his right wrist to check his watch, a digital one of course, to see that it was inspection time. Oh wonderful, hope this one goes smoothly, for all our sakes.

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook
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Peter Pan was having a very good day.

One wouldn't think so and neither would Peter if his mind was somewhat based in reality. What a sane mind, what Peter Banning would have seen was an almost bare room, containing a plain bed, dresser, a sink with a barred window and a door that could only be unlocked from the outside. They would see that there no mirrors or reflective surfaces in the room but there had plainly been before from the faded outline imprinted on the walls. The walls themselves used to be white, however now they were covered in paint and various crayon colours all depicting maps, scenes of fighting and adventure, of perceived friends and foes. The paintings themselves- while not masterful weren't terrible either. One could certainly make out a lagoon filled with mermaids, a crocodile and of a pirate captain with a hook for a hand. (The paintings were recent enough, but were a repaint. After the staff had repainted the walls white the last time Peter had lapsed into a violent delusion that had injured 2 orderlies).

This is not what Peter Pan saw. Peter pan saw a treehouse, a hammock in which to sleep in, the paintings were windows were he could look back on his greatest achievements, the window looked out onto the sea where he could just barely make out a pirate ship. The boy who never grew up grinned to himself, he had spent all morning working on his swordplay and mimicry. Particularly the sounds of a ticking clock. He wanted to get to the pirate ship and out of his treehouse, but without Tinkerbell Peter had lost the ability to fly. He cursed buccaneers heavily under his breath. He had made up his mind to ask Hook where he had taken his friend, it had to have been him, only a pirate as devious as Captain James Hook would take the fairy of Peter Pan. The other lost boys would help him, he was sure, after all he was their leader and he had saved so many of them from growing up.

He wondered if the Captain would still try and make Peter grow up, afterall their last encounter had ended with a parley gone wrong and a hand being feed to a crocodile. A huge grin broke out on his face once more. If he didn't get Tink back, maybe he'd feed the other hand to the ticking croc. " OOWOOOOOOOOOOOO" Peter howled as loudly as he could, time to summon the lost boys and time to get his friend back. It was, once more, time to challenge James Hook.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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Hearing the knocks, she recognised right away despite not seeing who it was, and with a withering smirk she spoke up, "Cassius, the sooner you stop treating this place like some sort of boudoir the better for all of us. Just open the damn door." standing up she approached the thick oaken door before throwing it open, "Right, let's get this over with."

Her accent despite having lived in New York still came across very English, especially with how she pronounced words.

Exiting the office, she slammed the wood fiercely it was evident, The Warden was angry, and usually when she was her sadistic darkness crept to the surface, slithered to the fore. It is what made Alice formidable, dangerous even.

For a time she said nothing as they walked down the clinically twisted corridor sterilised of anything. No emotion, just an empty void that placated the masses. Nonetheless, the silence could be unnerving, because despite appearing harmless, many of the staff knew she had conniving suffocating darkness which represented her heart. The time's anyone suggested her methods were too far. She would stare with such intensity and say with unsightly aggression, "Monsters, don't deserve kindness." one young orderly had asked her further on this and found himself flung into a wall.

Fortunately for him, the walls were not prison walls, thus he came off of it with how a few shattered ribs. Although this sold the idea that moving to this inquiry was lethal if not only unadvisable, "Cassius, I am trying to make a place that provides them with somewhere where maggots, monsters and horrors belong. Few of these individuals are men or woman. I don't care if they are children. They lost their privileges when they inflict those atrocities." evidently she was willing to share, "Yet the Government only see these still as people, and act like I am committing some massive injustice. How can I explain to these idiots that threatening to stifle my methods would tie my hands behind my back? That would achieve nothing in the realm of promising. In fact, it would give these things dignity. What of their victims? What of the crying widows, fathers and mothers. Brothers and sister? Don't they deserve peace of mind knowing these abominations are not being shown anything resembling kindness?"

Arriving at the meeting place for all staff before inspection she stopped, "Now we wait, Cassius." not long after Jacob, James, Jafar and Vitas would arrive, "Jacob, you are on Cheshire today, then continue as usual. Vitas, check what progress Scarlett has made. Everyone else can vote to where to begin. I need a laugh, so I shall inspect and interview Don Quixote. Unlike the others here he has actually has hope of making progress."

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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LaMontaigne chuckled darkly at the Warden as she slammed the doors shut and began walking. He followed behind, arms folded behind his back, analyzing every move the warden made. Her heart was dark, just like every other person here, except that bemusing Peter Banning. His heart was filled with youth and beguilement. So convinced he was in his delusions that he may have been the most innocent person in the entire establishment. Lack of progress on that particular patient was............ infuriating. Hook needed to try harder.

"Of course, cherie, They dun' know the first thing 'bout what we do" His voice was as smooth as the smoke that trailed behind him, filled with all kinds of terrible things. "It's easy for them to tell us what we doin' is wrong cause they not livin' every day in this hell like you an' me. It's easy for them to hide behind they desks and paperwork, when they never gotta see any o' them monsters that live in these walls" He said, exhaling smoke with a grin.

"But I expect you know better, cherie. Better than some senator who never had a bad thing happen to him in his life. What we doin' here is working. We makin' real progress with these patients. We will show them, cherie. We will show them. "

La Montaigne had been telling things like this to Alice since he had arrived. He was all for the methods the Warden employed to 'Rehabilitate'. Mostly because if furthered his own research. It was, after all, the chance of a lifetime for him.

Soon they entered the staff room where the warden would hand out their tasks.

Jafar was already in the room when the warden and LaMontaigne arrived. No doubt the new Doctor was eager to implant more of his thoughts into the Warden's mind. Since LaMontaigne's arrival, Jafar had noticed he had been spending an awful lot of time with the Warden and that the Warden seemed to be quicker to anger of recent. It mattered not to him, however, it was simply an observation. He leaned on his long, Cobra-headed staff, scanning the room with crimson eyes hidden behind a porcelain white mask. His deep crimson attire, was obviously not what normal people wore in this day in age. Especially not in New York.

Perhaps that was why Jafar had taken such a kindling to Dr. Hook, he had a certain je ne sais quoi about him. He nodded respectfully as the others arrived in. He normally never inspected anyone, he was there as a formality and to make sure the staff was all following order. "Good afternoon Warden Liddle" Jafar said in a deep voice as he saw Alice.

When Alice told Grimm that he was going to deal with Cheshire LaMontaigne was visibly disappointed. In the year LaMontaigne had been there, not once had she allowed him to observe The Cheshire. He couldn't hide disapproval but said nothing about it.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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With a nobleman's cane in hand, Hook strode his way down the halls, face down, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. No matter how many times he has taken walks down here, the atmosphere had remained apprehensive, choking even. It didn't help matters knowing himself surrounded by truly deranged minds, dangerous ones, so far disconnected from reality that they feel nothing of their crimes. Even a portion of the staff was questionable, something abnormal he can't quite put a finger on just yet. Either way, someone had to keep the sails steady, else this vessel capsize.

He made it to the door of the meeting room, listening in briefly. Alice Liddle's tone was like a warning sign to his ears, twitching his moustache slightly as a nervous tick. Oh dear, sounds like someone's placed Ms. Liddle is into a sour mood, he thinks, taking in a sharp breath before crossing the threshold in graceful fashion along with a small bow.

"Greeings to you all, lady Liddle, sir Cassius, ah-," he pauses, glancing over at Jafar. He was one of the more unusual ones here, intimidating even, perhaps even more-so than Alice herself. And he was always hidden behind a mask and red robes, perhaps disfigurement? Either way, it was rude to stare "Greetings to you as well sir Jafar. I hope we are all in good spirits for today's... well, duties I suppose is a word for it."

Hearing that Alice will take charge of Don Quixote's inspection. The man was by far the least deranged inmate, at least, to the point that Hook questions why he's even here to begin with. There was even a thing of admiration that James had for the man, a man following a classical example of a noble knight, chivalry and honesty. His preliminary assessment was delusions brought about by a midlife crisis.

"A-ah, Alice, seems you favor our model patient as well, a hopeful case, a good man I'd even say," he says proudly, rubbing his chin as he rests his elbow on his cane. "As for me, well, given he thinks I'm some... character in his strange fantasies, I am left with Peter again today, I suppose. Unless some other gent wants to take the wheel for a change? Hm, have we ah, got more security now since the last incident at least? I'd rather avoid changing my last name to a plural."

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook
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Peter Pan, filled with determination and vigour for his new adventure rush towards the door of his treehouse (room) only to find it barred. He pushed once, twice and three times but the door would not budged. A mask of confusion for just an instant flew across his face before a delightful grin slapped itself on his cheeks. "Aha!" he exclaimed. "A branch must have fallen during the night blocking my door!" he mind decided giving him an easy explanation for his current predicament. "But what to do about this branch" he pondered.

It has to be said, that while bold and brave, Peter could never have been described as the "brains" of any outfit. Which is why he spent the next 5 minutes hurtling himself at the door again and again.

"Lost boys!!! he yelled "Wake up! Wake up! CAW CAW!!! It's time for an adventure. We need to save Tink!". While Peter threw himself with reckless abandon at the steel door, which he thought was wood, he failed to notice the click of a metal door unlocking- because how could a wooden door have a metal click? So when he tackled the door for the 45th time he found himself flying straight through the opening and into the corridors of the Wonderland asylum treetops of the Lost Boys forest.

"Time to think some happy thoughts" Peter exclaimed to himself as he took off running down the corridors stopping at a few of the inmates doors to hammer upon them with his fists. "UP! UP! It's time! It's time to take the fight to the dastardly pirates.". It wasn't in a questioning tone which Peter asked, in fact he just assumed anyone and everyone would be more than happy to be going on an adventure with the great Peter Pan.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Doctor Frankenstein Character Portrait: Dr. Theodora Verde
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Nodding politely to Hook she seemed slightly more relaxed and calm in her measured response, "I think dear James, he is here to keep us sane as it was, don't you agree?" as she started to head down the hallway towards inmates quarters an orderly ran up to her and started speaking quickly. Very quickly losing her patience she scowled and spoke firmly, "SLOW DOWN MAN." now comprehensible he began to explain. As he spoke her eyes widened leading to her running back to the exit yelling, "PETER BANNING HAS ESCAPED. I REPEAT PETER BANNING HAS ESCAPED. LOCK DOWN THE FACILITY!" the orderly who had informed her immediately ran to a nearby wall. On it was what appeared to be a fire alarm. He immediately pushed it and immediately an ear-piercing klaxon broke the reveries.

Arriving back at the group, she appeared puffed out before standing up straight, horror in her eyes, "I just been informed by an orderly that Peter Banning has managed to break down his door again somehow. This third time in a month, I am sorry James but I want to set Vitas on him, please go find her and note there is permission to use tasers to restrain him." the anxiety painted on her face was evident, as she mentally consoled herself, "Right, gather the missing staff members. We need to double-check the security feeds and further check all rooms. Something strange is going on here and by fucking God, I will find out." once again angry, purely livid she added, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, GET ME DR JEKYLL, DR VERDE AND DR FRANKENSTEIN."

Once they stepped away her eyes darted nervously before she yelled, "CHESHIRE, QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH ME! I WON, YOU ARE BEING AN UTTER BITCH NOW! I WON. YOU LOST. END OF!" by now the orderlies were used to Alice's breakdowns so said nothing, afraid for their sake, "I will skin that fucking cat alive, then dear, dear Alice will just find how many ways to skin a cat. Oh yes." collapsing on her knees she started crying and whispering, "Curiouser... and curioser Alice... everything in Wonderland topsy-turvy... nothing is right... left is right... while right is left..." weeping she would do so until the other two staff members arrived.

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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Vitas smirked. marking down each answer as she went through the pages as if she didnt have a second care. At the thank you request she said simply "We shall see if you are able to vist with the other residents here. Until then I will have a orderly bring you some.... writing matierals." With that she slid the papers into the secure sealed safe anjd left the room. Scarlett was rather easy. Talkative a wee bit yes but still. a Good girl slowly getting ready to return to the world.

Maybe

Moving down the hall towards her desired cell she turned a corner. at that exact moment three things happened at once. the first was trhe klaxon blasting clear and stupidly fucking loud directly overhead as she stood below sucgh a speaker. The second was orderlies freaking out concerning something important, and finally, the mere briefiest hint of peter Banning fleeing down the hall away from her.

Oh joy....

Of all the times she had heard the klaxons going off she was in her office. She never saw what happened to the escapee. No. Her gaze turned however at the sudden shrieking of a spirte "Shut it!!" She hissed tersely briefly her body went limp in the hall as she left her body, her spirit visibly smacking something hard before returning to her body. Damned astral spirits drove her crazy! Why couldnt the dead stay dead ?!

She went down the hall to the corner and turned in time to see a tray go flying. Normally when she was about to see Aldric she let him into the Mirror Dimenesion, cracking the walls around him, letting him exit his cell into her own space. the cracks began to spread upon his walls within his cell. the portal point a literaly spiderweb of seemingly broken glasslike walls of white tile

But then Pan went down that exact hall. Vitas never really had to be called upon to take upon Pan in any manner, so she, for the moment, ignored the fleeing man, he would be caught soon enough she smurmised, instead she headed directly for Aldric's cell door. Where by her order, no orderly or guard was kept. She moved with a purpose towards Aldric's cell, the silver bars formed the wall along the hallway as she neared it the cracks continued, even muiltplied, to the point of forming free floating plexus patterns in the air of "broken wall" as she neared.

As the clock ticked past the one thirty mark Vitas spoke "Good afternoon Aldric." her voice to his ears was like sweet soft music aghainst the blasting of the thrice damned klaxon. She heard running steps. Crazy man was going to get himself killed. A flick of the wrist and the noise in his cell softened "Sorry about the noise, normally we do this in my office where the noise is softer. Banning has apparently gotten out of his room again" She stood outside the silver barred wall looking in.

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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WARNING: Extremely harsh Language, threats of sexual violence. Read at own risk.

Peter "Pan" Banning had escaped, and made a hell of a racket in doing so. Damn the bad fucking luck. Fuck this. As the siren blared, Aldric turned away from the cracking wall that was the entrance to the Mirror Dimension, and stood, his Jade eyes slowly becoming Amber, as if the color were being poured into a basin of water.

As Vitas rounded the corner towards his cell, a resounding howl echoed throughout the corridors, matching if not over-taking the sound of the Klaxon before the clanging of something slamming against metal filled the air. First the boy, now the Wolf. Having grabbed the bedframe, Aldric was spurred on by the sudden noise of the Klaxon, he first had entered a fight-or-flight mode, and then his secondary personality took over, sending him into fight mode. Taking his metal bed-frame, he lifted it with ease and began to slam it against the Silver Bars of his only open Cell wall in an effort to break either the door or the bars themselves. He wouldn't dare touch them.

He snarled and growled with each motion of effort, the sounds of a wolf fighting something echoed from the secured door-windows. Aldric was a large man, and stronger than any man normally, so this was normally no big deal for him. He threw his bed-frame through the Shattered Mirror Portal, his back facing Vitas as she stood before his cell door. he looked over his shoulder, shaggy black hair falling around his face, his rags that they gave him for clothes disheveled and nearly torn from the effort of containing his body while he moved so violently.

He snarled and huffed, baring his razor-sharp teeth, all of them pointed except for his molars at the back as his Amber eyes stared at the woman. "Too fucking late for "sorry" don't you think? You're probably the fucking person who set it off. Fuck you. Fuck this place, fuck your boss, fuck your cat, and fuck that little pompous girl you were talking to not five minutes ago." he yelled. His voice boomed, and was loud and clear. It rumbled one's very marrow and he was restless. His hands twitched and he paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off Vitas.

He noted the flash of Peter running past his door, banging on it, trying to rally him to escape. Stooping down in a flash, Aldric grabbed the discarded tray that once possessed the old food and threw it fast; narrowly missing Vitas as it traveled through the bars of his cell, and the first security door before hitting the bars of the second with a loud CLANG!

"Fuck off pretty boy! You're throat will be on my fucking wall!" he screamed, his voice devolving into a growl as he finished the sentence. He began to pace again, eyes darting around his cell, trying to find something else he could use to try and break down his cell door. Grabbing a chair, he lifted it and began to bang it vigorously against the barred door, the chair's legs snapping immediately with the one swing. Snarling he picked it up and slammed it against the ground, the wooden chair shattering into hundreds of large splinters.

He immediately snarled in Anger, arms and hands flexing hard in wrath before he turned to Vitas and pointed at her, screaming insults in Gaelic "Téigh Dtí Diabhail, a thóin mór! Gabh Transna Ort Fhéin, Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa! Ráicleach! Aiteann!", which translated to: "Fuck off, you Fat Ass! Go Fuck yourself sideways, I don't give a fuck! Slut! Cunt!" in English.

He snarled and then charged Vitas, kicking an old, half-stale piece of Broccoli at her in the process, the thing landing at her feet as he grabbed the silver bars, his hands immediately steaming as he growled at her before immediately letting go of the bars and growling in agony, his steaming hands immediately beginning to blister, and then heal slowly.

Finally he turned to look at her. "Why the fuck are you here, Talak? Here to ask me some fuckin' retarded questions about how I'm feelin'? Eh? Well I think it's PRETTY FUCKIN' OBVIOUS, AIN'T IT?!" he held his arms out, gesturing to his whole cell, now a mess, his hands shaking again from both the pain and the restlessness and agitation he faced at the moment. "Or maybe you're here to finally kill me? Huh? You'd fuckin' like that, wouldn't you? Kill me, that way I can't resist when you move in to try and fuck with me and my mind. Why not just fuck me? Eh? Take off those fucking sacks of shitty rags you call clothes and press your arse against the bars, eh? You'd fuckin like that, wouldn't you? So what the fuck do you want?"

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Doctor Frankenstein
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Doctor Henry Jekyll twirled a pen around his fingers, looking over case files on his tablet in his office. At ease, calm and comfortable. It was these moments just after he had taken his medicine that Jekyll felt most peaceful. Making notes on how Aldric's condition could relate to his, Jekyll pondered if it was right for Vitas to hold such an interest in him. No doubt the other staff members were passionate about their work but at it's core this was still a hospital, dammit. A place of healing. A place to cure these troubled souls, not torture them further. The warmth of Jekyll's room provided a resonance no sound could provide.
BRRRRRRRREEEEEE
A piercing, horrid screech attacked Jekyll from the alarm system. He clasped his hands over his ears, letting go of the pen as it rolled underneath his desk. "Bloody orderlies!" he shouted, understanding that it would most likely trigger Aldric's transformation and undoing weeks of therapy. Shit, he realised, Alice! Jekyll rushed out of his office, moving past the bumbling orderlies through hallways when one called "Doctor, Alice called for you, this way!" much to Jekyll's irritation who responded "I know. Now turn off that bloody alarm before every inmate in the asylum starts showing their inner Hyde."

Turning a corner, Jekyll's eyes widened as he saw Alice on the ground kneeling. Distraught. Unstable. He sighed, hand on his forehead as he muttered underneath his breath "Jesus... Useless staff." and proceeded to move up slowly behind her, letting her know he was present by gently saying "Alice? It's Henry." then placed a hand on her shoulder. He hoped she would not hit him.

She was relapsing into her delusions on Wonderland. Her scattered whispers were difficult to read, but would come back to Cheshire and how Alice had 'won'. Like a father trying to console his daughter, Jekyll knelt down with her and rubbed her back. Once again he hoped she would let him. "You're alright, Alice. You have won. There are no Hatters, no rabbits here. Cheshire is contained, she can't leave unless you let her. You did it." Jekyll went to dry her tears. "Open your eyes, Alice. You run this place. You are the warden. No one here has any power over you. Just as you showed me that I have power over Hyde. This Wonderland is yours to control."

Standing up, Jekyll composed himself and issued orders to nearby orderlies. Some had known him as Hyde while an inmate, and were more than willing to listen to his words. "Make sure the siren remains off. Set up extra security around the Wolf Den. Peter Banning is delusional, not psychotic. Play into his fantasies to subdue him. James, Peter is only interested in finding you. If he does, your taser is your sword. Don't argue with him." Moving back towards Alice, Jekyll's voice was gentle once again, "Wonderland needs you, Alice."

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"Peter Banning did what?" Hook roars upon hearing the news, shaking his cane at the orderlies, infuriated and somewhat panicked at this turn of events. "What? Did one of you bloody buffoons forget to lock the damn door!? This is all standard procedure!"

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen and downs a couple pills. With everything going suddenly south, and those blasted sirens blaring through his ears and into his skull, Jame's head began was already pounding. He held his head as he was about to join in the attempt to contain Peter when he heard Alice's wailing. She has taken this for the worst. No, not now Alice..! damn the fools! Why do we even have these blasted noise makers here? They mostly only serve as an agitator!

Then the sirens were shut off, he lifts his head, shifting attention from the collapsed Alice to see Dr. Jekyll approach from around the corner. Thank God, somebody who has it together! He watches as Henry takes over to try bringing poor Alice back to her senses, offering at least some relief to Hook.

He actually admired Jekyll, the man, the miracle. He's a complete turnabout case from having bouts of being the cruel Hyde, to the dominant personality now, a well educated man of high ethical standing. He shared in the belief that there are no monsters, only sick minds that need treatment. He was not just sane in this situation, he was lucidity personified, and Hook appreciates any he can get around here.

"Good form, sir, you are of exemplary character, sir Jekyll," he responds, not hiding his appreciation for his assistance in the situation. His headache too was now clearing, able to think again clearly again. By Henry's suggestion, he reaches for his taser. "Of course, though... I hope not to have to use it extensively. I... hope she's feeling better when this whole debacle is over with."

He then courteously bows to Dr. Jekyll before heading down the hallway, along with some of the orderlies, glancing over Peter's cell door briefly before heading onward. As I thought, it isn't even locked. This was likely not to go down without a fight, but this time he wasn't going to get caught off guard.

"Peter, Peter Pan! Where have you off'd to, boy?!" He calls out, checking back and forward vigilantly. "Turn yourself in and it'll be to the brig without any of the nastiness, captain's honor!"

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Peter Pan


"Oh! What marvellous, tremendous fun!" thought Peter excitedly as he dashed through the halls. As soon as the klaxons went off Peter wooped with joy as he tried to mimic them, it was certainly a call to arms, one of the Lost Boys must have spotted a pirate and began blowing the horns! The chaos was everything he could have wanted and more; the thrill of the chase, the blood pulsing through his veins the roar of each side as they tackled each other in the art of war. Why, he could almost fly! If only he could have Tink back then he would fly! That dastardly Hook must have been planning a surprise attack and was attempting to take Peter and the lost boys by the ears. But they were too smart for those old unimaginative adults, youth would win the day!

As Peter rounded a corner he narrowly missed being hit by a tray arrow. As the tray arrow smashed itself into a wall he cheered himself for his quickness and his innate ability to dodge danger without even thinking about it. Turning about another he had found his prize. Two large but gentle looking men stared at him, then at each other and cursed their terrible fortune. They seemed to confer with one another and nods their heads as if deciding something rather important. If one could hear them you would have heard them discussing Dr.Jekyll's orders and the fact both of them had seemed to have forgotten their tasers. The taller of the two men stepped forward and coughed "Damn you Peter! We have orders from our cap'n to take you in! Now come quiet-like!"

Peter beamed as he picked up a broom sword and swung it in front of him in a flamboyant manner. "Steady on pirate! How lucky you should meet your fate at the hands of Peter Pan!" he called out gayly as the man who spoke rushed towards him. With an expert agility Peter stepped to one side getting past the orderly and brought his sword crashing down upon his victims back. The staff member called out and fell to the floor where he laid still. Peter turned to the last remaining obstacle and struck fast and true as he thrust his sword straight into the scallywags heart.

The orderly, who had just been poked quite harshly with the end of a wooden pole paused for a moment before dramatically screaming and collapsing to the floor. Peter satisfied he had dealt with the issue jumped over the bodies and ran on ahead. As soon as he was out of sight, both orderlies sat up thankful their acting had paid off and ran off to find some tasers now they knew which direction Banning was heading. Peter had felt a pull, almost an instinct to run a certain direction, like someone important was calling him. Begging him to find them, like a song he couldn't get out of his head, like the first time he'd met Tinkerbell he had to find-

"Peter, Peter Pan! Where have you off'd to, boy?!.

Pan swung around immediately, his eyes alight his heart beating like a flutter of a hummingbird. It was Hook. Running at full speed he traced back to where he could hear the unmistakable tone of his nemesis, the black-hearted privateer.

"Turn yourself in and it'll be to the brig without any of the nastiness, captain's honor!"

Peter snickered loudly as he came onto the corridor only a hundred feet away from the old sea dog. "Lookie lookie, I got Hookie" he laughed as he brought his broom sword up to the fighting position."Where's my fairy friend you maggot burger!"

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Theodora had been in her office at the other side of the asylum, nowhere near the cells of the inmates. Her office was rather unique in the way it was decorated. The walls were lined with bookshelves, bookshelves filled with children's stories, fairy tales and old classic literature. This served the purpose of coming across as a child-friendly environment as well as providing research material on some of the inmates, though the stories were usually the watered-down child-friendly versions of what really happened. In addition to the bookshelves, she had a large collection of crystal balls scattered throughout her office. She used them as skrying tools so she could watch what was going on in the asylum, her own sort of surveillance, with no obvious cameras to get in the way. At the back of the room was her desk. Across the front was a row of books, the most recent ones she'd been researching, with a gargoyle-like bookend at either side in the shape of an angry looking monkey with bat wings spread out. On one side of the desk was the largest of her crystal ball collection, about eight inches in diameter.

She was sitting at her desk when the alarms went off. She had been "checking in" on the patients with her crystal ball and had lost track of time. She used the ball to find who had escaped and saw Peter running through the halls. The last place she saw him was as he ran past the maximum security wing where Dr. Warmoon was working with one of the more dangerous inmates.

Theodora made her way down the halls, her short black skirt ruffling slightly with the speed of her walking. Her long black hair was put up into a bun, she wore an olive green shirt under a small jacket that matched her skirt. She quickly made her way to the other doctors and the warden, not seeing that Peter was right there.

"You lost Peter again, really? We need to put a shock collar on that kid. He's probably headed to the ... "She trailed off as she saw Peter in a sword fighting position, taunting Dr. Hook. "Never mind, I see you've found him."

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The shards of Vitas life floated around Aldric as he went to where his bed fell back into the matrial world, a bit worse or bent up for wear but still quite usible. Vitas sighed as a Orderly stepped into view. "I will return soon Aldric, choose one that most interests you. We will.... discuss things when I return. It seems our runaway has become.... rather enthralled with me" She said turning and seemingly fading away leaving the orderly, freaked out at being so close to the Wolf before he took his leave.

Vitas went towards where Pan had gone, finding two more orderlies who had fled Pan. "The boy had gotten past you hadnt he ?" The two nodded, Vitas jerked her head, "Which way ?" Once pointed the hall she could see it through her magic. Hmmm... It was time to have some fun....

She grumbled something as the shrill tones went off again, A flick of the wrist and eldritch red sparks formed in her hands forming a folding fan of a sort which she then used to fan herself, oh this was going to be fun. She made a mirror shard appear to Pans right. Another quickly forming in a hexagonal pattern. She smiled seeing how Pan was acting, so damn childish. the poor boy was going to get broken if he kept it up. The world around Pan began to shift and change rapidly as Vitas neared the location.

More mirror shards formed in a plexus pattern upon the wall to Pans right. It spread like a web, sifting and moving in exotic movements Cracks and groans were heard as the mirror pattern formed. the wall to his left suddely cracked and warped. What was going on ?

In the hall around the corner a good dozen or so paces away Vitas halted as bells rang in the astral plane. With a sharp grunt of something Vitas smacked the wall with an open palm "I said, Shut Up you fuckin' Sprite!!" The audible crack of breaking tile was heard from behind Pan. But when he turned to look all he saw was a brokoen mirror, shifting glass, a reflection of himself.

To Hooks left a mirror briefly floated past, briefly he saw shards of Vitas, first her bare foot, then the red dress she wore, the mirror seemed to trail its way up one leg, to her waist, then up to her chest and then up an arm before passing by her face, her left amber eye glittering brightly in the mirror Hook briefly viewed as ht floated past.

Vitas was coming.

This was going to be so much fun!!

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"Cén fáth a bhfuil siad ar aghaidh chun iarracht agus cneasaigh dom? Ná bíodh a fhios acu nach féidir liom a shocrú? Ní thuigim. Níl mé ag iarraidh a thuiscint. Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul abhaile. Baile. Le do thoil, lig dom dul abhaile." he muttered to himself in Irish, which translated to: "Why do they continue to try and heal me? Do not they know I can not be fixed? I do not understand. I do not want to understand. I want to go home. Home. Please, let me go home." in English.

As the shards floated around him, he stared at them, all of them. He didn't want this. He didn't care about Vitas's life; he just wanted to be left alone! He knew now that he wouldn't be left alone here, and with a loud, but low growl, one that echoed in the chamber and out to the corridor of the cell-block known as the Wolf's Den, stood, and grabbed his beaten bed-frame once more. With each slam of the bed against the silver bars, he snarled, the bestial sounds also echoing from his room to the corridor.

"Is cuma liom! Ba mhaith liom amach! Amach a rá liom! Más rud é nach mbeidh tú é a thabhairt dom, beidh mé in ann é féin!" he screamed in Irish, his booming voice bellowing forth more effort from his muscles, the loud bangs of his bed against the door of his cell growing louder and louder. His words meant: "I do not care! I want out! Out I say! If you will not give it to me, I will take it myself!"

Harder and harder he swung his bed frame, the metal on metal was an excruciatingly loud sound, and with it, his Secondary Personality came back, his Jade Eyes filling with Amber once more, causing him to swing even harder against the door. A crack formed in the ceiling of his cell, and the bars eventually broke, the door swinging open violently. He tossed his bed back to its corner, the thing no longer usable, and lifted his chin as he arched his back, and howled triumphantly, the howl louder than any siren in the Asylum.

"It's 'bout God Damned Time!" he growled as he exited his cell, ignoring the shards of Vitas' memories following him. The safety measures immediately went into action, raising the bridge between his cell and the other doors. Knowing full well it was made of silver, he grabbed it, and forced it back down while screaming in both effort and agony. Once it reached the ground, he stepped on it his feet also being seared by it before it began to rise again, and he slid down the bridge to the foot of the first door in his path. Beyond this door was a tranquilizer-dart-shooting room that would sedate him; he could smell the Sedatives.

Of course the door was reinforced with Silver bars, but the hinges were still regular metal; which while stronger than silver, didn't burn. Breathing hard, his feet and hands stinging, steam rising from them as they healed, he readied himself. Once his feet had healed enough, he began to shoulder slam the door, snarling and growling with each motion he did. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. After one more shoulder charge, his shoulder bone cracked, healed, and then was ready to go. He snarled, and began to pound on the door with his fists, the walls shaking around him as he unleashed his fury on the door. Eventually, that too would break off its hinges, falling to the ground within the room. He stopped, standing outside the door-frame, and reared his head to howl once more, this one twice as bestial as the last one, sounding genuinely like a wolf.

He slammed his fist against the frame, and grabbed at his face, his breathing sounding more and more like a snarling wolf as his mind delved further into its primal rage. "NO! I...am STRONGER than this.....BEAST!" he slammed his fist against the door-frame again, the wall shaking violently. Steeling himself, he got on all fours, and lunged forward with all his might, slamming into the last door, and breaking through it, albeit having been hit with at least ten of the intended Tranquilizer darts. He tore them out of his body and tossed them aside, grunting as his body began to convulse, though he was actively fighting it.

He was shifting.

He began to retch, and eventually hurled what little he'd eaten in the last twelve hours, his hands closing to fists as he let out pained screams of agony and despair, not wanting to shift. He screamed the word NO in every language he knew, every time sounding more bestial and less human as he slammed his hands against the floor, standing up and stumbling into the wall before collapsing onto the ground once more, onto his back, his body seizing and his mouth beginning to foam up.

Then bones began to snap.

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In spite of the padding that lined his room, Jack was able to hear the pounding and the howling all the way up in his wing.

"Shit, now the dog's trying to get out. Hope he tears that cat girl to shreds! That bitch freaks even me out."

This was beginning to get ridiculous. He hadn't even seen so much as an orderly through his door today. With Peter and Aldric trying to escape, it would be the perfect distraction for someone else to mount an escape.

"No, Jack, don't think that way. You're here to help these kids, not run out on them." He scolded himself. "But then, who am I helping while I'm stuck in this nut house, no one. That's it, I'm getting out of here."

Of course there was no doorknob on his side of the door, so it wasn't like he could freeze the lock. He tried to conjure an icicle, but the vent at the top of his cell that was disguised as a heating and air conditioning vent was in fact hooked up to a dehumidifier. It was keeping his room completely devoid of moisture. He couldn't conjure so much as a snowflake.

"Crap! I can't conjure anything. But, that isn't going to stop me."

He pressed his hand against the window on the door to his cell and concentrated. Within a few seconds there was a noticeable fog on it but he continued to hold his hand against the window until it was so cold he heard an audible crackling sound. It was now incredibly brittle. He pulled his sleeve down and clenched it in his fist to protect his knuckles as he punched the center of the one foot squared window and it shattered into tiny pieces. He glanced out the hole and didn't see any of the orderlies or doctors. He tried to reached out to grab the doorknob, but found that he couldn't put his hand through the hole as there was a magic ward that prevented his hand from passing through it.

"Well, maybe it will prevent me from getting out of here, but..." He got an evil grin as he picked up one of the shards of glass from the window and slipped it into his sleeve. "Inspection will be very interesting."

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Pain. Pure, unimaginable Pain.

Aldric's body continued to seize violently, as his body both tried to shift and began to cook itself alive the more it did so. His mind was screaming for his body to stop, but of course nothing would work. Finally his mouth and throat opened and he let out some of the most blood-curdling screams of agony that anyone had ever heard, either here, or in any other asylum in history. Said screams were followed by more, as his back arched and foam fell down his cheeks from his mouth. He flipped onto his hands and knees and hurled pure stomach acid as his skin began to turn red from his blood boiling within him.

"MAKE IT STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE MAKE IT STOP!!!" he begged at the top of his cooking lungs. It was questionable as to how conscious he was at the time of saying that; or of which personality was currently in charge of his mind and therefore presenting itself to the world, but he was definitely no longer shifting. He managed to start to crawl back to his cell's outer door, agonizing howls and whimpers of a canine in pain echoing from his throat as his legs gave out and he began to drag himself slowly. His body began to seize again, and he puked up a large amount of blood off to the side against the wall, flopping on his back as he fought for consciousness, his eyes rolling back into his head before returning after a few blinks, then rolling back, and repeating the process at least ten times as orderlies and armed guards ran down the hall to contain and secure him. He was sweating profusely and half the hall-way smelled of vomit and sweat, the smells mixing and assaulting the noses of any heading his way or within the general area.

His whole body continued to seize, albeit at a slightly less violent pace, and finally his eyes rolled back, and he stopped, his body going limp, save for the occasional twitch or movement of his chest as he breathed. He'd be out for at least a week.

Some time Later.


Aldric's eyes snapped open and he sat up screaming in pain for a second before realizing he was no longer in said pain. Panting hard, he moved to try and touch and check all over his body After making sure he was still there, he sighed, and laid back down, still breathing quite heavily. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed down, and his heart-rate likewise slowed, and he sat up once more, looking around. His cell. His damn cell, reinforced and rebuilt it seemed. From what he could see, it looked the same, what he couldn't see, however, were the titanium reinforcements for the bars of his cell and the hinges and lock of his door.

The bridge's retractability was upgraded, allowing it to both raise and retract at lightning speeds in order to stop him from escaping anywhere fast. He sighed again, and swug his feet off the edge of his bed, putting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he embraced his lot in life.

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of his outburst and escape was that no progress in his rehabilitation had really been lost. In fact, at the moment he seemed more inclined to respond to outside stimulus. However at the same time, if he were to have a gun, he'd be trying to shoot himself at the moment.

With yet another sigh, he leaned back against the wall of his cell, staring out at the doors across the gap from his cell.

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Hook turned to Pan, who was more than eager to face his old foe. This had worked out better than James had expected, didn't even have to search for him! With taser in hand, he readied himself, with the poise of a practiced fencer, a smirk on his face as he gets into character.

"What's that, Peter? Lost your fairy again, have we? You really should consider putting a bell on her, oh wait," he jokes, chuckling a bit forcibly, twirling the taser like it were a rapier. "Can't see I've seen her, though, but anyways... it is about us now, you won't be getting the drop on me this time, boy."

With this, he hears someone nearby Dr. Theodora who has happened upon their little performance, to which he casts a shaky crooked grin, signaling with his eyes that it isn't exactly safe here. Odd as she was, Theodora seemed sane to him, certainly competent enough as a child psychiatrist, so he never really thought to question her. Sanity was in short order here anyways, so any amount is appreciated.

Unfortunately, things would only get more chaotic rather than less, as he readied himself to try to apprehend Peter, the sound of howls and wails, and mad mutterings, slamming sounds against doors and walls, muffled but still they reach the ears. All this, blatant signs that the patients have become agitated. Blast it all, this is what I wanted to avoid.

A tingle goes up Hook's spine as he catches a glimpse of something to his left, a mirror, shards, and an image of a woman. It took him only a moment to realize that the head nurse... the magician woman as he calls her, Vitas, had entered their area. It would also take him only a moment to realize what poor timing it is, taking in a sharp breath, dreading if Peter were to see his reflection, if he were to break from his more whimsical persona. Damn it, of all the rotten... just keep looking my way! Egh! After this, maybe I should consider a patient that is less savage on my joints.

With the sudden panic of Pan cracking into another fit of hysteria, he quickly side steps and thrusts forward into a lunge, with taser held out, sparking to life with voltage. Hopefully that extracurricular in fencing would pay off for once.

"En garde!"

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There was a beauty to how far Jekyll had come in all his time. The man was an intellectual giant, but he had faced his demons. Admittedly, Alice did not fully appreciate that he had found out all he had, as she wished to keep that part of her life quiet. Nonetheless, right now he was a life raft in an ocean of tears and regret. His soft demanding yet calm voice washed over her. Although not quite immediate she gradually stopped shaking and wiped her eyes, exhaling once, twice, thrice before carefully, while still quivering due to the quake in her soul. Her legs felt partially like jelly, each shudder making it difficult to stand. Yet, somehow she regained her composure, breathing heavily, as she recovered her faculties, "Thank... thank you, Henry, I almost lost myself again... you are right about everything including being right that this is my victory." smiling gently and genuinely she sighed softly before resuming for appearances.

"Next staff meeting we need to discuss these security measures. I have some allies in government so may be able to get money to provide more substantial services. This is the third time, Peter has got out. Clearly, we need to think of something other than keys. Perhaps bio-metric ID or something similar. I shall email the details for next staff meeting." with last lingering look at Henry, she turned away to head to her office, inspections would not be happening today.

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Peter Pan


Adventure was everything that Peter Pan longed for. For a hundred long summers and noise and fights and to never grow up. The man standing opposite-Hook-was everything Pan never wanted to be. A pirate,a scoundrel, tainted by his lack of imagination, his lack of belief. Adults could not be trusted, they couldn’t be allowed to run Neverland. They would just abandon the Lost boys, just like Peter’s parents had abandoned- ”No!” shouted his mind. To remember was to grow and Peter’s defense mechanisms clouded his thoughts as he re-focused on his nemesis.

"What's that, Peter? Lost your fairy again, have we? You really should consider putting a bell on her, oh wait”

Grinning from ear to ear, Peter readied himself. “The bells will toll for you in not too long Captain! That’s the problem with growing up- you have to die! Tick Tock Hookie, I can help you along with that” he bellowed with enthusiasm. ”Who knows, maybe you’ll meet your hand in the afterlife!. Pan broke into laughter, a true joyous chuckle as Hook screamed for the battle to start.

”En Garde!” shouted Hook.

”You’ll get no quarter from me you smelly pirate!” cheered Peter as he lunged his mind focused on what was meant to be another victory for the great and wonderful and young Pan when- crack.

What happened next happened over a matter of seconds, but felt like a age to him. Peter’s head swung to the right, had a pirate snuck up on him without him noticing? Was a shot being taken at him? Damn those sneaky- his eyes, whose old eyes were those? What he saw was worse than any gunshot- it was him, but it wasn’t. What- WHAT WAS THIS?! An older version of him stared him down, it was, it was him. But how, but how, BUT HOW! He was the boy who never grow up, he was Peter Pan, he was- ”PETER! HOOK!!!” his thoughts overtook. But it was too late. Peter’s broom sword had missed the Captain and Hook’s taser sword struck true into his shoulder.

Screaming with the sudden bolt of electricity Peter’s hand dropped his sword and he fell to his knees. The two orderlies who Pan has attacked earlier and had been waiting for their chance to redeem themselves (and get back at Peter) rushed up and grabbed him by one arm each. Peter looked up at Hook with a childish confusion. The sword had the unmistakable feel of magic. That dastardly pirate! He’d been using his fairy friend to make weapons! ”You do have her!!! You have Tink!!!” he screamed struggling against the strong grip of the orderlies who only tightened their hold on him.”Give her back, she’s my friend! I’ll take her back, you hear me. TINK! TINKERBELL!” his voice was beginning to go hoarse with his shouts as tears welled up in his eyes, he hated Hook, he hated him. His eyes burned with tears as he stared at the Captain- if looks could kill, we probably would have found out if Hook would meet his hand in the afterlife.

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As the two orderlies held Pan to his knees of the tile floor a voice spoke "Stay a moment" the mirrors faded away as Pan and pulled to his feet by the two men. A woman with black hair and dressed in red stepped around him, allowing Hook to see her clearly as her dress brushed against Peter before she turned her attenion on Pan directly. She murred something and rubbed her ear. "You are in a hospital young man. Screaming like this could loose you your voice." She gently tapped his throat when he started to go hoarse in his screaming. Soothing the pain "Better ?" She smiled.

Her amber gaze went to the two orderlies "Take him to.... "She seemed to hesitate before contining "Return him to his room, triple the lock." The men nodded as she turned to Hook, "Nice left jab there Dr Hook. If you'll excuse me unless you need me for something, I shall take my leave" She gave a simple smile, yet her amber eyes denoted something different. She hesitated but a moment should Hook wish to speak.

A moment later and she took her leave of him in full. Heading down a hall to the right. The shards of mirror leading her path it seemed as the ground shifted under her feet as she walked, changing the pattern of the flooring into something of sheer beauty as she headed for a certain cell.

Stepping into view she saw Dr Jykell sitting outside the cell, with the window in the door broken. Hmp. Silly boy. Her amber eyes glittered as she neared, hearing Jack speak. She grunted something, shards of mirror cracked the wall within his cell. Some were floating freely within the cell itself. Allowing Vitas to see the boy.

But the mirror shard worked two ways, for it let Jack Winters see Vitas' face, Not many people got to see it so clearly. Amber eyes, ink black hair, fairly tanned skin, but what was most alarming was the corruptive power that Jack could see through the mirror. Of course when he'd see her in person there was no signs of corruption or scars upon her skin.

Stepping up to Dr Jykell she spoke. She had the look of a demure Nurse. yet her voice spoke volumes "Dr Jykell, you look tired, let me handle the boy. Get some rest" She said simply, of course the way she said it meant as if "goodmorning" was an invitation to bed by her tone alone, She did have a way with men at times "I am quite sure he'd listen better.... to a woman." She added, giving Jykell a look. That made sense... sorta

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It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.

Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.

Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.

Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.

In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.

It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.

Once it was free, only once it was free

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Sitting at the end of the table, Hook hung his head, staring down into a cup of tea, earl gray, heavier on the sugar than his usual, stirring rhythmically. Bags under his eyes told tales of worry, and of lack of proper sleep. Was it hypnosis that Watermoon used? Can Hypnosis even do that? he ponders, as he took his time recollecting all that occurred. He had been this way since the time he lost his hand, but that chaotic day only deepened the worry. It certainly did not seem... humane. It went absolutely against procedure, I don't care if it was effective. And then... a fatality, an actual...

He stops stirring and places the spoon to the side of his cup. His right eye twitches slightly as he attempts to pick up the cup, his hand shaking slightly as he lifts. He puts the cup down after splashing his hand, shaking him somewhat back to reality.

"D'oh, blast it," he mutters, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hand. He takes a moment gather his bearings. It wasn't like worrying will make the patients better. He tries again to drink, this time without the rattling wrist. I am still in control.

The new juvenile behavior therapist would be taking over the Jack and Peter cases. It wasn't like he minded having a break from the incessant prattle of pirates and flying boys for a little while, but he had heard from the interview that she was a mute, was this really a good thing? And Ms. Liddle has been in a peculiar mood lately, in another way than usual, calm, bright? Slightly distracted perhaps? I suppose I should consider it progress, but I am a bit curious. Heh, perhaps Jekyll is even better than I give him credit for.

With the change of staff, he had been assigned to another patient, an older gentleman, a John Doe simply referred to as The Genie. How ominous. Parts of the patient file sounded fantastical, destroying an entire city? Not humanly possible. The part that stuck out more to Hook was the PTSD. At the least, it implied there truly was some tragedy in his life that lead to his psychosis, and leaving him like this without care was certainly far from ideal. Well, certainly all he needs is a good friend.

Speaking of needing friends, since the fiasco, Quixote hasn't had an assignment either. Wonder who will get that poor man now? With that he sets his mind to proceed as soon as his tea is finished. Waste not, want not.

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It had been two weeks since all had happened in the Asylum. Yet, Alice found herself remembering everything. At times she found herself dozing off and memories of Wonderland sprung to the fore to assault her sense in sadistic joy. Often she would wake up screaming and crying, and many a time she considered phoning for Henry --- Henry and James, both of them were the only ones she could truly trust. A voice had told her this, the voice had whispered a lot. It spoke things no one should know. Including deep down she missed Cheshire and worse missed what had happened... The taunting, the childish paedophilic games. At first it had all hurt, but the sing-song rhyming and little games like Hiding and Seeking... She had been terrified out of her mind, shaking and crying... Yet... yet she craved it all again...

Normally in any relapse, she would telephone Dr Carroll and go over breathing exercises. Keep in control, stay in control. The presence though knew this, it sang songs she remembered with pure fear. The place where everything back to front or upside down, the place where rules and facts were unheard of. So many doubted Wonderland existed, but she it did. She knew she remembered the talking flowers, the surreal aberrations of people.

The presence knew, and it was as she stood watching out of the window, she heard voices, spinning around, her eyes darted back and forth, breathing harder she heard a conversation. That was Vitas and Jack... They were talking, they discussed. It was a trick. No way would people betray her. They knew better. Everyone knew better. The presence knew her, and could easily mislead. But what if it was true? What if the voice sharing those voices was being honest? Vitas, she was unclear. Hard to read, in fact, Henry has always had misgivings about her.

Truthfully they all had.

Maybe they were correct...

Maybe the presence was helping her? But what was the presence... Should she be scared or far more cautious? Alice needed to think. That conversation alarmed her.

Evidently, she needed to call a staff meeting, but first, she needed to see Henry and James, no one else. No one else could be trusted.

Approaching her desk she pushed the buzzer, "Brenda, send for Dr Jekyll and Dr Hook, please. It is urgent." falling into her seat she tried to analyse and understand her thoughts. What to tell them? Mention the Presence, the anger she felt suggested she should not. But Alice had never been one to ignore a challenge, she simply yelled, "I AM WARDEN, ALICE LIDDLE. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL HERE VOICE!" it seemed to go silent leaving her mind alone with her own thoughts.

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Hook had gotten up and stepped out upon the threshold, taking a deep breath to clear his mind. You are the captain of your own mind, and the world needs captains," he recites to himself quietly, looking both ways in the corridor to make sure that none are there to witness this. Some may call it pride, but he did not desire to show anything less than his best when around others. It is a rule that applied almost entirely upon himself, however, rather than a standard for others to follow, a vice perhaps.

As he began to proceed out towards the cells, particularly the one holding The Genie, he feels a buzz from the phone in his pocket, causing him to freeze. "This better be good," he mutters, narrowing his eyes. With a grunt of mild irritation, he pulls the phone out with one hand, and from his chest pocket snapping out some reading glasses with the other, all in order to see that tiny infernal text. He looks at it, his face softening some to see it was from Brenda, by urgent request by the warden no less. "Fair enough."

He detours from his original plan, still walking but with a more swift pace down the hallways, heading straight towards Ms. Liddle's office. Once there, he stops, and as if by some gentleman's code, knocks softly upon the door so as to try to not startle her. "Miss Liddle, it is James. You requested my presence?"