I witnessed my feet taking turns, slamming against dry, dead grass. My arm hung by the pull of my basket, I looked up at my surroundings but seeing nothing but a cluster of withered tree branches, contrasted by a dull grey sky. Everything around me monotone except for the crimson red cloak swaying in the wind. The wind began to pick up. My basket started to sway synchronized with the wind. I heard the wind passing through the decaying branches making ghastly sounds; the wind wouldn't stop. My hood flew off my head revealing a brown mop, letting gusts of wind weave through.
A branch cracked cancelling the noises around me. I halted. I surveying around my vicinity , I was unable to distinguish anything more than decomposing life. Continuing my walk, barely hearing much of a much slower, delayed echo of my foot steps. Awhile later, I gradually identified my 'echo' wasn't mine. Again I stopped, scanned around once more, but this time more careful. I fortunately didn't see anything unusual.
I continued my journey, then... out of nowhere, staring at the path, I suddenly encountered a pair giant of feet. My body paralyzed, sickened by the sight in front of me. The air became thin. Enormous paws, blood drenched claws, muddy coat. I wearily looked towards it face, stuttering. A terrified expression entitled my face as the beast glared it's grin. It's tail swooshed behind, like a scythe. It's beady eyes met mine, help me... Both ears were erected at both sides of its head. Flashing a fanged joker-smile, I concluded the creature in front me, was a wolf.
Before I could react, the beast pounced on me hurtling my back against a prickled bush. Thorns pierced my back, crying in pain. Claws shredded my bloody cloak, bringing its knife like claws to my face out scarring my face eye to cheek. I wailed in desperation as the bloody creature scratched my wrists. The weight of the beast was unbearable. Pain no longer went anymore. I started to feel unconscious as the wolf left. I was left seeing the bloody color the lifeless world around me.
I woke up in agony. I attempted a hopeless scream for help, but nobody responded. I could barely stand and found my strength to seep away from the bloody frame. I glared at the crimson branches and thorns beneath me.
I was interrupted by a horrifying shriek in the background. Instantly a thought of my frail grandmother went through my conscience delivering a heartbroken figure across my damaged face. In a desperate attempt I paced towards the screaming.
Thorns punctured through my sole jabbing my feet, as I crossed the wicked woods. Twigs became mangled in my hair as I sped movement. Thin lines of red oozed from my cuts, Am I too late...?
Tears trickled down my broken cheeks, the hairs on my back stood straight. My heart squeezed: the scene in front of me. There it was, ravaging my grandmother, the colour of rose, splashed on my front. The gruesome murder, of the individual who raised me, who was always there for me, was in front of me; I was helpless. An infinite feeling of grief struck my soul.
I need to snap out of it, she was already gone. An instant worry crossed my head, will my parents be next? I escaped as fast as I could but my limit was met. I failed to reach the my desired speed, I failed again. Just before me, I saw it's shadow racing against me, camouflaged within the trees. I attempted to follow the killer but my legs were numbing. Following the imprints of its footsteps I pursuited the beast.
I reached the location where my family resided. I creeped hesitantly. Trembling, as I limped closer to home. Now, I perceived the beast as a walking coffin, a tombstone for me and my family. I stood, petrified by the mention of the grim outcome. It felt atrocious.
My lower body didn't respond anymore, it was unbearable to think. In my deplorable situation I scrapped the remainder of my will, hurtling my body to flee. I sprinted, holding onto my life, searching for asylum.
Bolting to the my neighbors cottage, I met a harsh realization: no one would help. I ran to other houses, no one responded. I stopped. The stench of the brutal canine was faint. It was coming. My breath became heavy, like I was swallowing stones. My lungs couldn't keep up with my dwindling determination, but If I stopped, I'd perish. Forcing myself, I continued to run. Upon arriving to another house I had started to feel light headed, my thoughts and emotions jumbled, like a soup.
For the second instance, I awoke, instead to a huntsman, treating my wounds. The aroma the wolf was stronger, suffocating me. While treating my condition, I remarked to the man what happened. But he didn't bother. Taking opportunity escaped the sight of the man and while he scavenged for medicine. I dashed far as I could, ignoring for help.
Deep into the forest, my ears listened to the suffering of children crying in the distant. It ached my heart, not being able to assist innocence, but I couldn't after what occurred. The scent of the 'devil' became presently irritable- as if there were a pack of them. I had come across a woman who had her arm hanging by her side. She had warned me of what was laid for me, further in my path.
I detoured, attempting to stay safe. But it was all a trap. Trust was a lie to me. Out of the dark blotches around me emerged a pack of the carnivorous mammals. They slowly approached, circling in. I screamed as one leapt forward, causing me to back into another, returning back to its members. At the moment, it was like I had a cardiac arrest. The monster had given me the most eerily representation of a human grin. Desperately I looked around my environment. Nothing useful but a desolate and crippled surrounding .I stepped forward cautiously, but another jumped forward. None of them tried to kill me, as if they were waiting for something, someone. Surveying around once again I saw nothing to aide my survival.
Anxiously I stood, as the gusts of wind grew stronger. My cloak took route with the wind revealing my injuries. I took another step. But nothing seemed to trigger them. Their eyes followed my cuts and their smirks receded. Each one slowly moved backward until they were as far as they could get without entrance for scape. I could sense it..., the one that slaughtered my family, growing more prominent. Drawing closer the pack ran away. I took this chance to escape and find somewhere to heal.
The scent grew stronger, I continued. Then stopped. I heard the howls of animals. The scent diffused more, until it stopped. Hard pants caught the atmosphere, but I didn't return my sight. The wind began build momentum, the panting, only increasing with it. My shirt swayed carelessly as I waited. Time passing by, seconds grew longer... delaying my end.
Flashbacks started to appear: my grandmother, mom and dad. Stained tears soiled my skin. The pain was exponentially stronger, impossible to cope with. The creature:standing idle; me: the same.
My nails started to grow at a terrifying rate. The taste of blood came to my mouth as I noticed the sharp fangs growing. All my hair grew longer as I shrunk lower to the ground. I myself was a predator to man. A metamorphosis to combat in survival.
I whipped around to see the beast behind. It's eyes met mine with the same fierce look. It barely flinched. Charging towards it, feeling a strength of a thousand men I tore its paw off with my razor sharp teeth. It's claws met my cuts tearing them up more viciously. I wailed but didn't waver. Chucking myself at him I pulled his eyes out of its sockets. Blood of my enemy painted the grizzled dirt.
Our fierce battle continued until my joints couldn't move. A shallow smile stretched it's face as I bellowed in agony. Claws returned to nails, fur transformed to hair, paws into hands. I turned back into a fragile, weak child. I pleaded as it grabbed me.
He slammed my weak body onto the ground over and over again. The pain didn't stop escalating. Ligament were torn from my joints, bones were shattered. I witnessed my life fall apart not doing anything, as I turned into a literal rag-doll. A gorey puddle dripped around me. The son of a beast, was complete with it's nuisance. Memories flooded in before disappearing. I cried lines of red, I've already cried my tears.
I stared once again at the lifeless world around me. As my eyes clenched, a blue painted the sky. The trees smudged green onto the ground. Then darkness spilled over my imagination. My body laid lifeless on the ground as the bloodhound raced yet again leaving me. A muffled sound of yelling rung my ear drums, then everything turned 'Red'.
