His body twisted and deformed, skin pale and mottled, Captain James Hook was definitely a sight to see. Now the madness had taken his brain, voices and thoughts that were not his own had taken over. His new-found claws scratched his walls, his hook tore at his curtains and pillows ( Read more... )

It was a broodish day, that Wednesday, when Captain Hook stared long and hard. The mirror's reflection before him, he cursed the evidence his eyes could not deny. Patches of skin, losing pallor and turning grey, life and health seeming to drain away ( Read more... )