The girl's heart stopped for the half second of no reaction, she felt as one of her cheeks runned down with a mix of blood and tears as it all could just end... She wondered if she was supposed to feel relief, but all she felt was fear.
"Hmr...? Y'ain't th' Wolf?"
The Huntsman's other eye peeked away from the rifle's scope, looking at the girl as his grip loosened on the gun.
She stared in disbelief...
"...Geh, right. Yer doesn't look like th' Wolf at all...!"
The half-blind man lowered his gun, the white eye staring at her harder than the seeing one.
"So whagh 'r ye?!"
"What... am I?" His voice and the question lingered in her mind as it spinned. The thought of Death still hanging onto her soul as her heart weighed down with fear and guilt...
Her hands tightened around her arms as she waited for an answer to come, time slowed and minutes seemed to pass before a whisper in her ear brought her back in a startle.
"I'M A FOX!"
She yelled.
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The Little Bloody Ridding Hood
HorreurA reinvention of the classic fairy tale. A wolf cannot eat a person in a single bite, what would have happend if it took a couple too many to eat grandma? Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, such a beautiful sequence for a flawed conc...
