Red Hood. (Complete)

Red Hood.

Prologue

Hood stayed behind her grandmother's dresser as she listened to the screams echoing from the hall. The wolf had penetrated the outer defenses of the house, this could only mean one thing: The Ax family's weapons could not kill the wolf without being face to snout with the beast. Taking the gun out of it's hidden compartment, Hood slipped a few silver bullets into the holster and stepped towards the door, just as her grandmother's lifeless body was thrown through it. Giving a slight yelp, Hood raised the gun and her finger shaking, squeezed the trigger. The wolf howled, landing on its forelegs and growling at the sixteen year old in front of it. The red hood had slid off her face revealing creamy white skin with deep red lips, the color of cherries. Giving a toothy smile the wolf lunged for her, claws lashing out at her perfect face, sliding over the smooth skin with ease, releasing the deep red liquid that colored her cheeks easily. She pulled the trigger hitting the wolf, in the heart, hearing the sounds of people yelling not far off into the woods. With half her face missing like this, she would be killed instantly for risk of having caught the disease. So instead, tearing her cloak in two spots she left a scrap in the jaws of the wolf and tied the longer one around her face, tightly to staunch the bleeding.

When the townspeople arrived Hood had gone and all that was left of her was the piece of red cloth in the jaws of the wolf. Liam Ax, a man of about fifty called his son to him. Gresham stood taller than his father, the cloth held tight in his hand, afraid to let it go.

"Did you find anything, son?" Gresham shook his head and was sent off to look for evidence outside, to see if his friend had escaped. Halfway around the house he found a small trail of blood and quickly followed it, afraid of what he might find. Would he find Hood, dead at the end? Or would he find her raving mad with the disease? Instead when he arrived to the end of the trail he found broken twigs and half of a footprint, no bigger than the size of Hood's own foot! "Gresham! Have you found anything at all?"

"No. No father I haven't." Going with his gut feeling he kept what he'd found hidden from his father and anyone else who asked for ten years.

Now ten years later it's the anniversary of Hood's death and it's also the birthday of the new girl in town: Scarlett. But no one's sent her anything, seeing as she's never once communicated with anyone in town or once let down her hood to reveal what she's been hiding. The red cloak is kept on her at all times, through times square, the grocers even when she goes to the local library and spends all her time in the werewolf section.

But today, Scarlett stood in her kitchen, a single cupcake lit up before her and she sighed.

"Happy birthday to me." She whispered, blowing out her candle, before the light went out you could see the gleam of a long mended scar gliding across her lip and down to her chin, twisting her smile.

"Happy birthday indeed." She spoke before opening a pair of bright green eyes.

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So this is for my sister, who's been telling me for ages to do a story on Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, really all that stuff. So, I decided I'd start with Red, seeing as I could make it more, well, me!

This story might get a little bloody, and possibly a little graphic in the gore department, hopefully I can leave you guys with some pretty good cliff hangers, but this one won't be updated as much as Handcuffed or TNT, just in case you're reading this Xena!