Summer Days

Prologue

Hello! This story is based off Snow White and the 7 dwarves a bit, but should have more action and stuff :).  I hope you enjoy!

  This chapter (and pretty much book) is dedicated to MeganRainHolmes for being one of my favorite authors on Wattpad, with her story Loving Rain (which you should check out).  It is also dedicated to her because, she inspired me to write this story, with her story!  Hers is based off of a fairytale, and I decided i wanted to do something like that.  So I did. :)

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     I struggled against the huntsman strong grip. 

"You, don't, want, to ,do this!!", I screamed at him, breathing heavily inbetween words.  He shrugged, smiled, and kept walking deeper into the forest, dragging me behind him. 

"There's nothing I don't want to do when it comes to getting paid.  Even if it means hurting pretty little girls." As he said this, he pouted at me, bashing his eyelashes sarcastically.  I grunted in frustration and anger, squirming around to make his job every bit harder.  He was so going to pay, one way or another, that I was sure of.  I smirked at the thought, laughing at his foolishness to underestimate me.  And just because I was a "pretty little girl", as he liked to put it. 

     "Yea, that's right", he said chuckling at me, "have some fun before the end."  I grimaced at the vindictive look on his face, but grinned again at the thought of his punishment.  He looked at me, pulled me close, and started dancing with me.  My only thoughts were "disgusting".  I whispered this outloud but he was having too much fun to pay it any attention.  He roughly pushed me around, obviously enjoying it.  "I thought the little girls were supposed to follow", I said sticking my toungue out.  At this, he tightened his grip on my hands and walked along faster, making me stumble behind him.

     Hours past, and he started to walk slower to search for the designated spot.

 "Alright girly, it’s just about time", he grinned.  I looked into his brown eyes, disregarding his comment.  I searched for any hope or kindness in them, and saw a fleck in his eyes.  It was a flash of the emotion I knew so well, guilt.  He felt guilty for doing what he did.  That means I had to give him a chance.  I sighed in relief; I really didn't like to kill.  I really hoped he wouldn't go through with the plans.  I looked down as I felt my ring radiating warmth.  It was glowing more than I ever made it glow, but I knew it was going to, I had saved up more energy than I ever had in the past.  This was the first time I actually needed it.  The first time I was in real, direct danger. 

     The huntsman stepped into a circular clearing, where the ground was barren except for a few tufts of dead grass.  It wasn't very big,  I could easily walk to the other side with less than 10 steps.  I recognized this place.  Not from pictures, or from previously being here, but from dreams.  I stepped into the clearing, and looked around.  The huntsman was hesitating as he pulled me closer to the center of the clearing.  All of a sudden he yanked me toward him.  Any guilt or sorrow in his eyes had left, and had been replaced by lust and greed.  He drew me closer to him, so that our bodies were up against each other. 

He looked into my eyes, ”Such a pretty thing to go to waste", he whispered in my ear, before kissing me forcefully.  I jumped in surprise.  His rough lips travelled down my neck and before I knew it, he was close to my breast.  That was it, this guy was dead.

     I focused on the energy in the ring, feeling it flow through my veins and surge into my blood.  The huntsman's grip was strong, but I was stronger.  I ripped his hands off my waist and twisted them around, making him writhe in pain. 

"So much for being just a pretty little thing you bastard", I spat on him.  This time when I looked into his eyes, I saw surprise and fear.  He had not known this pretty package would revolt on him; he had no clue at all.  My lips curled into a smile, and I thrust him onto the ground.  I heard his shoulder pop, and a snap from somewhere else in his body, that was just how much power I had in me. 

 "Please", he whimpered on the ground. 

"No", I said vilely, "No low-life, piece of crap like you should live, especially when he likes to kill harmless little girls!"  I was shouting at the top of my lungs.  So much anger and energy was in me, and I felt like I was about to explode.  I screamed as I grabbed a sword from his bag, and thrust it down on him.

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Do you guys think this story is worth continuing?  Am I right to put it down as teen-fiction and fantasy?  Please leave any comments, ideas, or critquing you may have :D

 Also, sorry for any and all typos, the keyboard I am typing with seems to have some issues  :o

Annd, I'm not sure about the title of the story, so I may or may not change it