Knifes and Fangs

Knifes and Fangs Chapter One

Chapter One

"Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'"

-Little Red Riding Hood by Brothers Grimm

I can feel the cold water of the river on my feet. I pick up another flower. I've never been good with the names of flowers, but the yellowness has a kind of nice look next to the rocky river. I can't smile though. I have to kill someone first. I stood and stretched, then pulled my red hood over my head. Nothing better to block out the sun then a hood.

Where is my basket? I look around. It's not were I left it? I instantly know. It's in the river of course. There it is caught on a rock. That's just great. I walk through the shallow river. My feet are wet already anyway. I pick up my basket and put it on the shore. I have to see if anything is ruined.I can see the tips of my brown bangs as I dig through the soggy basket.

My knifes should survive, the extra clothes are to wet to wear, the letter for ma is wet and ruined. I sigh looking at the letter. I had worked hard on this. I guess I'll write another tomorrow. Sorry mom you'll have to wait. Everything else should survive though. Except the cookies for grandma, but she will live without her sweets.

I grab my boots and slip them back on. They go up to just below my knees, and my black shorts stop right above them. It leaves my knees exposed but it works. I slip the knifes I keep in my boots in. Before heading back up the hill I double check they are secure in their cases. Don't want to end up cutting my leg off.

"Red?" That's Jacks voice. I turn and see him. Jack is standing there his usual messy blond hair, and green jacket, along with brown jeans and no shoes. He was walking in the river coming closer to me. I smile.

"Hey." Is all I say. That and he nods. He knows I'm busy just from one word. He continues his river walk and passes right by as if I hadn't even known him. I'm to busy for friends right now.

I'm up at the top of the hill. Where did that stupid trail go? Whatever I know where I'm going. It's like a sixth sense knowing where it is. It's become natural.

There it is. The grave with her name on it. I bend down and rub off the dust on the letters. It's been a year since I was here last so the name 'Anne Raven' is of course covered up.

I pull out the wet letter and put it in the little bowl next to her grave.

"I'll get another one tomorrow. So you can actually read it." I say as if she would really care and talk back. I wonder if she missed me. Can ghost miss people?

Well I have a job to do no lolli gagging. If I want to stay I have to kill him. I grab the basket and start walking now that I have the path again. This shouldn't be to hard. What was his name again? Wasn't he like a lumberman.

I don't question who I'm sent to assassinate. I just do it. Of course what else do you expect from a heartless slaying machine. Well that's what my dad had called me when I left.

I don't care though. It's not like I'm alone. I know a few people that care. Like Grandma, and Jack.

There is wood chopping in the distance. I know it's the man isn't it. I hold the basket with both hands and start down that way. I stop and see an old man chopping some wood. Well he is about in his forties. He's tall and has black hair mixed with some gray. He has a start of a beard and mustache but not fully grown as if he just started growing it out. He is swinging the Axe with ease so he is strong.