Little Red

Chapter 4

When I wake up, my wrists are tender from where the handcuffs are rubbing against my skin. In the chair in front of me sits the huntsman and Vince is knocked unconscious in the corner. His chest rises and falls to the breaths he takes, so I know he's still alive.

The huntsman coughs to catch my attention once more. "I can tell you my name, ask you about the truth, and let you free, or I can kill you now in front of your friend." He suggests, shaking his shoulders in a very attractive way.

"Option one, I guess." I mumble and he smiles freely.

"Well then!" He perks up from his seriousness. "I'm Jacob."

"Red." I shake his stern hand.

"Audrey." He corrects. "So tell me, One: why did you leave the prince and Two: Did you kill all those men in the woods?" His head is in his palms of his hand, staring into my weary eyes.

I flinch. It feels like he's manipulating me. "I was afraid and confused, but I'm not anymore." I scoff. "Of course I didn't kill those men." I shove my cuffed hands in front of him. "Free me." I bark.

Vince twitches and Jacob reaches for his key in his bag. "Now what says that you won't kill me so I don't run off to the king and report your whereabouts?" The clicking noise of the handcuffs falling to the ground makes me feel open again.

Rubbing the red marks on my skin, I laugh, "Cause I trust you. You wouldn't have given me an option if you knew I was a threat."

"True." He nods his head. "Here" He hands me a plain grey tee shirt with short black shorts and black boots. Gently touching the boots, I noticed that inside was a pair of black tights.

Without further instruction, I obey him. I head to the bathroom and flip the light on. Staring at my reflection, I notice how I look like something from the walking dead. Stroking a strand of hair that hid my face, I found a small scratch that I must've got a while back.

Stripping down, I turned the knobs on the shower on, allowing the cold winter water wash out all the cuts on my back.

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When I finally left the bathroom about a hour later, Vince was awake and actively talking. They both stared at me in awe. Jacob helped me put my black coat on and the grey striped scarf.

"Thank you." I hugged him.

"Now run along before the other guards catch you." He warns. "I have to go find a girl by the name of 'Snow White'." That name seemed familiar, but I lost train of thought as Vince turned wolf and swept me off my feet.

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Vince ran through the trees and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel his pace fasten beneath me and his rapid breath intake.

"Calm down, Vince." I warn, petting him. Instead, he's dashing quickly like a predator is chasing him. "Vince?" I shout.

Finally, I can make out the black horses racing with us as they edge inward, trying to knock Vince off course. He jerks to a sudden stop but we end up tumbling downhill.

Someone takes my hand and helps me to my feet. Staring at his pure grey eyes and shaggy brown hair. Taking my hand into his, he stabs me in the stomach with a knife.

"Logan." I say, falling to my knees in front of him. My head falls to the side and now I'm staring at Jacob's pale face. Logan throws my hood at me aggressively, however I keep focused on Vince's battle with the guards. Vince backs away from each guard that tries getting near, and even bites a few. But he doesn't look at me once. I see Logan's troops surround and grab Vince before shoving him into a cart.

He walks to me and smirks. "No point in chasing after him. He'll be dead by sunrise." He waves me off, and a guard kicks me before leaving.

Vince whimpers, clawing at the cage.

"I'll find you." I manage to say before closing my eyes.

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I feel a wet towel wiping away the sweat droplets on my forehead and a hand compressing the wound on my stomach area.

"Shh." A woman's gentle voice hushes. I flutter my eyes open, staring at this pixie cut lady.

"Snow." I whisper, staring at her beauty.

"Red." She returned a smile and hugged me with caution.

I shot up, just like the pain. "Vince!" I cried out.

"You're going to over work yourself." Snow pushed me back against the white bed. "He'll be fine. True love never dies, Red."

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I wake up and Snow is sitting at my bed side. "Good morning sleeping beauty." She jokes.

I touch my wound, and now it's just a scar....I shoot up again and stare at her. "How. Long. Have. I. Been. Out?"

"Three days, most." She responds as I get out of bed. "Wait, are you leaving already?"

"I have to find him." I inform, but obviously I needed to hurry.

Her bow in perfectly balanced in her hair. "I won't stop you, but promise you won't hurt yourself again in such a fatal manner." She hands me a thin, red dress that goes below my knees and is sleeveless. "You should change first."

"I promise." I wave off, taking the clothes and changing into them. Three of the dwarfs, Happy, Grummpy and Doc, help me put on my cloak. "Good bye Snow."

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In town, there are hardly any guards or townspeople walking about, concerning in their daily business. There is hay messily sprawled all around the street.

I continue walking until a shadowy figure whistles at me. Thinking something else, I keep my pace, until he does it again, so I turn around and stomp towards him. Yanking off his hood, he pushes our lips together.

"I found you." He states amusingly. Vince does not have any wounds what so ever....

"Vince.." I push away from him, eyeing him curiously. "What did you do..?"

"I killed Logan by ripping his throat from his body...." He went on and disgustingly, I turned around.

"You're a monster!" I feel the tears ripping threw my heart like sewing needles. "But I still love you, so please, stop being so...murderous!" I pound my fists onto his chest, allowing the tears to fall.

"I'll try."

"Don't give me any of that 'I'll try crap!" He kissed me again, but being more passionate this time.

"I'll keep my word as long as you're alive." He takes my hand into his, pushing my cloak hood up with the other, then doing the same to himself.

"I love you, Vince."

Now we were on our way to granny's cabin to plan out a way to kill the king.