Blood Red (2)

Preface

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A/N: This is the second book of the Red x Hook series; A Hooked Wolf! When we last left off Hook just proposed to Red. Did she say yes? Did she say no? What about the other characters? How will they react? You will find out in this book! Yay!

I my feet continued hitting the dirt in quiet thuds. Leaves and branches crackled under me as I ran. I looked over my shoulder, they were still hot on my trail. My face was sliced from the branches still attached to the trees. Sweat poured down my temples like hot rain.

"Stop that girl!" One hunter cried. Then to the others he asked in an angered matter, "Do we have the boy yet?"

"Yes sir," another replied. I had stopped by now, watching them. This hunter seemed a little older than myself, and he was holding a struggling man. The hunter got out his dagger and curled it close to the other man. "Come here Red!" How did he know my....wait. I had heard this voice before. A calm voice with a stirring Irish accent, or maybe it was Canadian. It was...Graham. "Come here or he gets it!"

"But I don't know the man!" I finally called. I moved my hood down from my dark hair to rest on my back. My eyes darting around them.

"Come here and see for yourself who it is!" Graham yelled.

As I got closer the details of each hunter, and Graham, became clear as water. My eyes instantly wondered to the struggling man. Graham ripped off the sack that covered his face.

Black hair, pale skin, bright blue eyes, dressed in black, no left hand. Something was wrong though. His handsome face was ruined, covered in a red liquid that was completely familiar to me. Blood poured from his nose and down over his pale lips and even into his mouth. It made me think of when I was young and when I cut my fingers on the thorns on the rose bushes, the gross, rusty taste of the scarlet. His left temple had a bad scrap that was bleeding as well and starting to bruise. Speaking of which, he was covered in them. His eye swollen and the bluish purple coated him like slashed paint. Through all of this, he was still able to whisper, "Red," with a soft smile.

"Hook!" I screamed, dashing towards him. My cloak whipped around me.

There I stood in front of them, there was over twenty men, just standing and watching. Waiting. Waiting for my decision, but what was I deciding?

Graham was the first to speak,"Red. You have to chose. Yourself or Hook."

I thought back to when Snow told me about the Huntsman. Regina had taken his heart, quite literally, and now she controlled him. Snow told me he was nothing but a softie under all that armor. He had been commanded to kill Snow and take her heart back to the Evil Queen. Snow wrote a note for the Huntsman to deliver to Regina after she was dead. While reading the note, the man who grew up with WOLVES, began crying.

In StoryBrooke, Graham was much different...well sort of. He was the sherif, but he was still a kind hearted man...and still under Regina's control. None of that mattered though, he was dead...just like... I blinked.

"Hook of course," I breathed.

"You didn't let me quite finish," he scoffed. "There's a third option."

"What?" My eye brows furrowed.

"Bring him out." The huntsman nodded towards another hunter. The man went behind a carriage and brought yet another wooden chair.

"Who else would I want to stay alive?"

The other man's sack was removed. "Red." I gasped at his voice, one I hadn't heard it so long I almost forgot it. The soothing husky voice of other. "Red it's me." Peter.

"I pity you Red," sighed Graham. "You were never good at choosing."