Red's Wolf [Half Edited]

Vengeful Rose (Half Edited)

Little Red Riding Hood could feel the night air softly touch her soft pale skin. The moon was shining at its peak from above, brightening the whole forest – mysteriousness and somewhat peace. Softly, a whimper was heard from a nearby bush, it sounded distressed. Curiously, the little red slowly walked towards it, then what a sight she saw! A beaten wolf with a fur as black as the midnight sky and is smaller than her mother's pail; reminding her when her story ended saving both her grandmother and herself from the beast called, Wolf. The same monster that sent towns scurrying away and screaming for help and sent both children and adults into sleepless nights afraid their frail little wooden door would crash any moment. After that day, her small family was gone because of what she has done and she regretted the fact she never felt any remorse. People pitied her, but she doesn't want pity. Carefully, she picked up the little pup full of wounds. Maybe it managed to save itself from the hunters? She thought.

Walking slowly with the pup in her arms, she noticed something distinct about the wolf. It had a crescent moon tattoo on its left hind leg, curiosity filled the young lady. And when she was about to lay the pup, it shot up and began growling, but it came out small not intimidating. Little Red softly giggled like a little girl who got her first puppy, well in this case a wolf pup, and then reaches out to pet the pup. It hesitated, but it gave in and now is purring like a cat. It seems to like her immediately and yearn for warmth. Little Red stood up and looked at herself in the mirror- black jeans, black boots, a white shirt and her red hood. Years ago, she was a young naive girl when her story got told, now look at her – a lady, with blue eyes like the vast ocean, pale skin and hair as dark as the blood of the deceased. She picked up the whimpering pup and began to tend to its wounds, soon they were fast asleep on the hard surface lucky to be called bed. It was all she could afford from hunting deers and the occasional wild boar. But the peaceful sleep didn't take long when Little Red heard whispers, "The wolf was picked by a small woman," someone whispered. Little?! It boiled her anger, she didn't want to accept the unmistakable truth, but at least it helped her to steal goods from people to survive. "Should we kill her too? Or just take the wolf," another piped in and asked. "If she tried to fight us, we hurt her or worse – kill her, but all we need to do is to just get the damn wolf. Sell it and we are richer than all kings combined," someone answered. The voices were particularly familiar to her, and she doesn't want to know any further about who they are. And right there, the pieces started to make sense. Of course, the wolf she is cuddled up right now just has to be special.

It was said in legends that a wolf with a crescent moon on its body has the power to heal injuries of anyone.

The words echo from the lips of the people she killed when her grandmother sold her. And it seems, those people she thought she killed are very much alive and wanted to have the wolf she is holding. Then the old wooden door bursts open and the sleeping wolf jolt awake. Three men in their late twenties are holding knives with black cloth around their mouths were advancing toward her. Through instinct, she kicked the nearby man in its leg, causing him to slip and hit his head hard on the floor. There was blood trickling down the side of his face and he moaned in pain; another guy came running toward her and would plunge the blood stained metal pointed at her. But instead, he killed his unconscious friend which she promptly uses as a shield. Dropping the lifeless body to the floor; its dusty wooden floor and bloodshot eyes stare back at her with blue lips and the life draining out of his body let that happen not without her getting revenge for all those years of torture. Reaching for the hidden dagger, she lunged towards the man surprised at her actions and before he could respond, she plunged the dagger in the side of his neck. Blood spurted from his neck showering her, and then she reached out for the other man. Grabbing the muscled arm of the intruder hard to outbalancing him, she kneed his stomach, causing blood to come out the mouth then plunged the dagger into his right eye. He was dead. The man was very slow, unlike our protagonist, with years of training she became deadly. She had the sword near her face, but quickly moved slightly to the side and quickly picked the pup. Setting down the pup on the bloody floor, Little Red was finding the sword, the one she practically killed herself with. The sword she used to save herself, but not from the sins of that night. A minute later, she started conversing with the helpless pup; tried to stop the shaking hands and the tears trying to burst. "Wolfy? How about I call you that... "She looked at the pup that snuggled closer to her. "I take it as a yes. And now you are officially my pet, Wolfy! "She almost forgot what happened earlier when she has eventually found it. A sword still stained with the blood of years ago. After hours of searching, she reached out for the old pail she used to get water from a nearby river. She could still remember the days of loneliness and sorrow, but at alas

Meanwhile, Wolfy snuggled in Little Red's cape when all of a sudden two large hands seize him. It was not Little Red. Detecting a whimper, Little Red jerks her head so fast (surprisingly, didn't get a whiplash) to only see Wolfy captured. He probably 'Soon-to-be killer'. All Little Red could see was blood, to kill those men hurting her newfound friend. She has a friend after so many years of abandoned and she would not let them take that away the completeness she felt. She reached for them, but she is outnumbered and they still haven't noticed her due to the wind blowing the only light in the broken down cottage – a candle; with her petite frame and speed, she about 20 men standing with blood stained shirts looking horrifying but for her- they were nothing. A guy was shouting orders to a young man, she caught phrases like, 'kill this mutt' and 'stupid mutt part of the Legend'. Blood lust and the need to protect her new friend conquer her whole senses, making her numb. Mercilessly killing every man blocking the path towards him, her new friend; thoughts of fear and nervousness lost somewhere deep inside of her. She was numb."Let the mayhem begin." She whispered, but loud enough for them to become aware. She slashed the men using her sword, but she blunted her sword after five men. Little Rose caused havoc among the men and now dead bodies are lying in the once vibrant green grass of the forest. She picked up Wolfy and hugged him tight against her chest. Tears slowly cascade in her cheeks onto the wolf's fur. Wolfy cuddled closer, trying to stop the tears, but to no avail she is still crying her heart.

Blood covered her pale skin, yet a small wicked smile paints her lips. The midnight sky shines on her glistening like a spotlight at a ball of carnage. Her cape turned a deeper shade of red due to the blood creating a dress of a magnificent blood color.