Snow White and the Seven Killers - A twisted fairy tale

Chapter 1

Crackling branches and crunching snow sounded through the woods as a small girl bounded through them aimlessly. Lovely and daint was she; With her slick black hair like a raven, skin pure and colourless as snow, and shining apple red lips that quivered while she hurled her way through the woods. She surely was the fairest in all the land. That being the very reason she had been towed to the woods for death.

A few hours earlier, she had been awfully awoken by a man who worked for the queen. The man they called a huntsman. He had yanked her writhing body from the bed she once slept in, just to be hauled to the woods nearest the castle.

Once there he had told her that she had met her death, in which she responded with her pleading and begging for life. Pity took the man, giving back the life he was going to take, but only for her to never return. Agreeing she fled into the woods, where she was soon met by a famished wolf, in which she was now being hunted by.

Meanwhile seven small men called dwarves were beginning to return home from the mines in which they worked. Whistling the same tedious song as always, they packed up their tools and ores they had collected throughout the day, and off they went back to the cabin.

Scampering through the forest for what seemed like ages, the petite girl stumbled across an ancient, stone and straw cabin. Relieved, she sought refuge inside the cabin ready to crumble, from the snarling wolf. She lay against the door, slipping down it to the cracked stone floor, with a relieved sigh, as she was now able to breathe without feeling strangled.

Eternities later, she steadily made her way up, exhaustion consuming the last bit of energy she had. Inching her way though the cabin was a mighty task. Finding a bedroom with seven beds was indeed a strange sight, she continued her way through the room having to test each bed out until she found a suitable one to sleep in. Each bed was either too soft, too lumpy, too hard, or not lumpy enough. The bed she found was just right. Finally she laid her head to rest, sinking into unconsciousness like a stone into water.

Seven Dwarves made their way into the house, causing a pandemonium of noise that shattered the tranquility of the sleeping house. One of the men walked to the back room, where the sleeping beauty slept. The man yelled for the others, finding the strange woman sleeping. All of them rushed to the back room, the girl gradually waking up. Not aware of who was standing around her she sat up and yawned, eyes still closed. As soon as her eyes opened an eerie screech left her. The men tried to calm her down and explain, in which she had to respond with her own reasons as to why she was there.

The men after hearing her story agreed to letting her stay and that they would keep her safe for the time being until she could learn how to survive on her own. Later that night they had supper, in which dull conversation broke out, until one spoke up.

"Oi, girly we never got yer name." A dwarf spoke through the synchronized chewing of them all. Covering her mouth, the girl responded.

"Oh! Apologies, my name is Snow White." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled behind the hand hiding her mouth.

"Snow White ey? What a pretty name for a pretty lil lady." The man smiled, food covering his teeth.

Soon supper was done and they all prepared to crawl into their beds. One of the men was generous enough to take the couch so Snow White could sleep in a bed. Uttering goodnights to one another, Snow White crawled into bed, while the men stayed up to wait for the soft slow breaths of the girl. Once Snow finally drifted to sleep, they all discussed what they actually were going to do, as they had all been told information that morning, soon to change them forever.