Everyone knows the story of Red Riding Hood right? The tale of a young girl going through the woods being stalked by a wolf. Well that's not quite the correct story. Trust me I would know I lived, no am still living it.
Hello and welcome to my personal hell. My name's Jonathan, yes I know "how would someone get red out of that?" just wait I'm getting to that; my name's Jonathan but everyone calls me Red because of the colour of my eyes. But enough about me. As I was saying; I am the origins of Red Riding Hood. I know you're probably doubting me on this due to the fact that red riding hood was depicted as a young girl with a cloak not an overly-hormonal boy with a manic-depressive tendency. Simply, my father hated me; yes I'm a son of one of the 'legendary' brothers Grimm.
Anyway, time for the real story: what actually happened was I was born on a lovely October 31st at exactly 12am; Thus began my torture. I was, to be honest, an annoying blob of flesh with tiny wisps of misty grey hair and dark crimson dots on my face. My parents couldn't figure out how I had been born like this considering both were dark brunettes and had rich hazel eyes. When I went to school I was always considered the devil's incarnate and was constantly bombarded by people trying to kill me because they believed I was killing livestock to make sacrifices. I eventually ran away at the age of 9 while my parents slept. I had managed to grab a cape and hood from my house along with a basket of food and guns in case someone tried to attack me. I ran wandered for at least seven hours until I came across a small hut in the woods.
I knocked hoping it was abandoned so I could make lodging and live peacefully. Unfortunately someone was home, I was met with a large hairy man with dark crimson eyes and rust coloured hair. Neither of us spoke as we stared at each other sizing each other up. He eventually spoke after a few minutes, "would you like to come inside? It is mighty cold out here and I just made a fire. I've got soup cooking and you look like you haven't eaten in days." I nodded as my stomach betrayed me with its song of hunger when I smelled the soup. "Thank you sir." I was lead into the cottage and saw that it was indeed bigger than I thought. The man gestured to a large couch sitting beside the fire. I sat down and watched as the man left and brought back soup. "It's lamb soup with sliced carrots." I took the soup and ate it quickly instantly feeling warm. The man watched me eat before going to the kitchen and dumping his soup. I tried to get up due to suspicion but found my limbs unresponsive and my mind hazy. I tried yelling but nothing seemed to work. By the time the man came back I was barely conscious and slowly losing my battle to regain it. The man lifted my limp form and carried me to another room. I had lost my battle with consciousness and blacked out before we got to the room.
When I woke up I was bound to the wall by chains I tried pulling against it but as soon as the metal touched my bare arm it seemed to burn it. "I knew I had gotten the right child. I could tell by your eyes."
I looked at him in confusion before realising that he had brought the key with him. i watched the man cross the room and step behind me he took the chain loop off the wall and pulled me up by it " okay kid, now we're going to head out and meet your new caretaker now so don't try anything." i waited for him to get close enough and then i kicked his kneecap hyperextending it. while he was momentarily dazed i took the chain and wrapped it around his neck kicking the key off his belt. "Calm...down Jonathan.... I mean you no harm.." I pulled enough so he could still keep conscious but he was still under my control " where am I and how do you know my name?"
