little red | muke

0.1 ~ grandmother is sick

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it was a nice autumn afternoon, the small village in which i live was booming

with business. the farmers harvesting and selling their crops, and merchants strolling through town using tented carts. i was in the middle of a nap when the bell above the door to my mothers bakery rang. the sound chiming through the store caused me to awaken from my slumber. my mother stormed into the room with my aunt anabeth, both of them had troubled expressions.

"mother? what's the matter?" i ask, jolting up from the counter.

"grandmother. your grandmother has fallen ill." she says tiredly.

"oh goodness, what'll we do about it?"

"well, could you be a dear and bring down a basket of good for her to use until the doctor gets back to town?"

"of course mum! i'll go right away!"

"you are such a good boy, now be on your way before it's dark. stay on the path leading to grandmother's house and don't speak to strangers, understood?" mother says firmly.

"yes mother."

i scurry to the back of the bakery to find a basket, ribbon, and cloth. i place a few biscuits, two plain donuts, and a blueberry muffin into the basket. i then place the soft pink cloth over the basket and secure it with the delicate pink ribbon.

quickly, i run up the stairs and grab my red cloak and drape it over my shoulders. it lays smoothly atop my white skirt and red sweater. pulling on a pair of red vans, i dash out of the house up and into the village, stopping every once and a while to say hello to the market workers. at the start of the forest i slow down and catch my breath, slowly strolling on the trail. but honestly, why the fuck would grandmother have her house built in the middle of the forest?

after about twenty minuets of waking through the woods i hear the crunching of leaves.

"h-hello?" i call out.

no response.

then the leaves crackle again.

"i know you're there, show yourself!"

a small white fluffy rabbit hops into view.

"oh it was just you! how cute you are, what's your name?"

"trust me kid, it wasn't the bunny." a low voice says from behind me. i whip my head around to find nothing there.

"not there kid, up here." the same voice says.

i look up to see a boy-no not a boy-something that looked like a boy but didn't feel like a human presence. it was wild. he had fierce red hair and piercings, in his lip, eyebrow, ears, and tounge. he was also heavily inked, up and down his arm there were symbols and pictures i couldn't begin to understand.

"wh-who are you?" i try to say in a demanding tone, but it comes out more like a whimper.

"michael," the voice sneers. "and may i ask who you are?"

"l-luke, luke hemmings." i stutter out.

"well little lucas, what are you doing out in the woods on your own?"

"grandmother is sick, i will be bringing her the b-basket."

in one swift move he's down from the tree. he circles me and looks me up and down. he scratches his chin as if he's deep in thought and then smirks deviously. a small chuckle emits from his lips and within moments his arms are around my waist.

"well luke, we're gonna have a bit of fun before you get to grannies."