Black Riding hood: A tail of twisted Betrayal.

You probably think this is that peachy story of that little blonde girl skipping through the forest to see her grandmother with a big basket of goodies and that big bad wolf who wants to eat the girl and her basket of goodies.Well,You're wrong.First of all,My name is Velvet.I do go by Red though.My long swaying hood is black.Not red.And I have black hair,not blonde.Thank you very much.

Now let me get your wheels turning,What if,by the off chance,The wolf is protecting little Red? What if the big bad villain is dear,dear,grandmother? Y'know,The one that smokes and throws bottles of whiskey around the house?The one that is only 39 and sometimes doesn't come home for days? Let me tell you how me and wolf met.Wolf isn't his name of course,But if the fluffy paw fits...

Anyways,I was about 17,turning 18 next week.I was walking through the forest at night,Mother always told me not to go out at night,said night was the demon's domain.She'd go on and on about how horrid the dark was.I'd usually laugh in her face,I mean,The night was always peaceful!

Right?

Wrong,My mother loved me,But being adopted wasn't easy.She was 18 when she adopted me,Grandmother not much older then 16 when she had mother,teenage mother runs in the family,I guess.My father was in his late twenties,that's where My crazy 39 old grandmother comes in..basically,My life is a mess.

Here's what happened.

"Red,Go find that stupid cat!It ran off again!" Grandmother yelled. "Mkay." I shrugged on my cloak,I was about 14 then and really bored with everything. Padding outside,I head straight for the surrounding forest. It's about 10:30 pm and extremely dark.Taking out my phone,I use the flashlight I had installed."Here,Kitty kitty kitty!" I call out hoarsely to the darkness.Stumbling into the darkness,I trip over my own feet. "Fuck!" Picking myself up,I continue looking for our cat,Emerald. A distant mewling is heard and instantly I take off for it.

What I see next is horrifying,Emerald,torn to shreds..Tears swell in my eyes. Blinking them back,I suppress a sob and turn on my heal.Which way had I came?What if whatever did this comes for me? What if I end up like Emerald?What if nobody finds me? What if it's still here? With these thoughts screaming in my mind,I head the direction I think is home.

Trudging clumsily through the forest,remaining alert while doing so,I make my way to a small cabin. Certainly not mine,Turning on my heal,This next thing has me jumping out of my skin. Right there,sitting perfectly,without a scratch,Is Emerald. "Mew?"

Gaping at the cat,"H-how?!" I mutter. "Magic,"replies a voice. Turning back to the cabin,On the porch sits a grey wolf. "You didn't like her dead. So,I made her live." Continued the wolf.

"But..how?You're just a wolf."

"Just a talking wolf." He points out.

"Touché." I muttered darkly."What do you want,Wolf..?" The wolf was gone.In his place,A threatening cold.