Short Stories!

Lil Red -Mad!Merome?-

Someone suggested that I try making a short story, or something like that I think. I can't remember exactly. Suuu..I'll try this 'v' i don't even know what I'm doing with this..
It's based off of Little red riding hood if you didn't guess XD

Su it's WereJerome or..WolfJerome.....WolfyJayRome
#WOLFYJAYROME

3rd person

"Mitch, dear?" Mitch's mother called. "Yes?" He called back from his room. "Could you take these cookies to Grandma?" Mitch smiled at the though of seeing his dear Grandmother. "Of course!" He said happily, grabbing his red hood. Mitch bounded down the hall, almost crashing into the wall somehow. He threw on his beloved hood. Once belonging to his mother, then her mother, and so on. It was like a family Heirloom. He tied the strings with care and fluffed up his hood. His mother gave him a warm smile, seeing that he had on the hood; remembering his bright eyes when she first gave it to him. "Here you go Mitchy!" She sang and handed him the woven basket filled with fresh treats. "Thanks mum!" Mitchy said with a...possibly fake smile? "Mitch, Dear, remember," Her voice got serious and even a little grim, "Be back before dark." Mitch nodded. She smiled, "Alright! Remember to watch out for the Big bad wolf!" Mitch giggled, "Haha, okay mum!"
She shooed him out the door. Mitch looked up at the sky. It took around an hour and a half to get to his Grammy's house. So that's three hours there and back. And, judging by the sun, there are around two and a half hours of sunlight left. If he was quick, then, he might get back home in time. Mitch smiled at his plan. He hurried off to the path to the house. He turned around, walking backwards, and watched as the house got smaller and smaller. Once he didn't see it at all. His smile dropped, and he looked around the forest. He always felt like he was being...watched. Mitch felt that something was hunting him...waiting for the right moment to jump out and catch him. There was a..horrible thing...that happened. A few campers ventured into the woods. They were attacked by..what they could only describe as a Werewolf. Two out of four people escaped. One of the survivors sadly died in the hospital. The other, with horrible injuries but will survive, was able to tell what the creature looked like. He described it as a humanoid wolf. It walked, talked, and acted, sorta, like a human. He said it looked like a wolf, the muzzle, etc. The survivor said that he acted like he could be trusted. They other two people...were badly ripped open..and brutally murdered. Mitch shuddered, remembering the story in the papers. (I'm not sure what time area this is in ;-;) He looked around, slightly slowing down. The familiar feeling creeping up his spine. He was being watched. Again. He decided to brake into a run, wanting to get to his destination as soon as possible. After a good solid ten minutes of running, he slowed down to a stop. Panting badly, he sat down. Leaning against a tree, he looked up. The sun was starting to go down! Maybe he was wrong on his time. He could either walk all the way there, and get home while it was pitch black. Or cut right threw the woods. There is a risk of getting lost. But he was pretty sure he was parallel-ish to the house. He decided to risk it. Besides...what was the chance of finding the 'Big Bad Wolf' in these huge woods? He hesitantly began walking threw. Stepping over sticks...leaves...things like that. He was around fifteen minutes in...when a stick snapped behind him. He froze. Fear burst threw him. He slowly turned around. Mitch didn't see anything...except..one thing...a flash of brown. This prompted him enough to spin around and run. Instantly..he heard pounding footsteps chasing him. Mitch's eyes were wide with fear. He knew what it was.. He knew that he...was going to die. He dropped his basket, he wanted to grab it..however knew it was far to dangerous. Mitch could hear that the creature was getting closer and closer. Then...He tripped. He yelped loudly as he slammed to the ground, he was jerked up before he could get away. The boy was pinned to a tree, he looked up to look into the eyes of his attacker. It was the...thing from before. The description matching him perfectly. Its red eyes glared into his. Mouth dragged back in a horrific grin. Mitch was terrified, shaking where he stood. "Aww, is the poor little boy scared?" He cooed. The boy couldn't answer. He chuckled darkly and lightly dragged his claws across his cheek slowly. Mitch whimpered and closed his eyes tightly. The beast applied pressure, creating thin scratches that bled slightly. Mitch teared up slightly. He wanted to scream, beg for it not to hurt him..but he couldn't find the voice to do so. The wolf growled lowly and placed his fangs near his neck. Mitch whimpered again, a few tears escaping. The monster dragged his teeth across it. He slightly bit down, his whole jaw almost completely around his neck, almost. Mitch cried harder. He has never been so scared in his life. "What's your name?" He asked, examining him with a smirk. "M-Mitch." He managed to stutter out quietly. The creature grinned, "Perfect name for a boy like you." Mitch blushed slightly and looked down, now was not a time to get flustered! He took notice that it was now dark...great. "My name's Jerome." He hissed. Jerome, as he said his name was, looked at the sky with a dark smirk. He tipped his head back and let out a loud howl. When he was done, he suddenly grabbed the boy roughly and picked him up, running threw the forest. Mitch yelped loudly and struggled. Jerome growled and bit his shoulder, making him cry out and stop, not braking his stride once. Once they arrived at the destination, a cave. Jerome slowed down and walked in. He threw the boy on the ground, receiving another cry of pain. He walked around him, watching his action. The boy curled up tightly in a ball, clutching his hood for dear life. "I've been watching you for a while, Mitch." He only curled up tighter, trying to make himself as small as possible. "You're quite interesting.." He seemed to ponder for a moment, "Maybe...I'll keep you alive." He stopped in front of him and knelled down. "I'll even let you decide, Mitchy." He hissed, "You can either die horribly. Or stay here...forever." Mitch cried harder, not wanting either. "What will it be, Mitchy?" He hissed. The boy thought about. "Hurry up." He growled. "Y...Y-you.." He whispered, hiding his face. Jerome grinned evilly and chuckled, "Good decision."

Would you guys like this to be a book? I'm fine with it.I even got ideas for it, sorta. And the Dethen book isn't getting anywhere...so why not? You guys decide :)