the red wolf

Blood Red Fire

                          As I was rushed outside by angry town do Folk as they chanted, "BURN THE WITCH BURN THE WITCH!" the Mayer happily obliged as he tied me to the stake. looking down there lay my dead mother killed by the beast who tried to take me and in return was named a witch by the town as they now tried to set the wet wood aflame ,but failed in the long run the crowd growing unhappy as I was not burning to death by a wild flame. 
"calm down folks the witch will die don't worry new dry wood will stat a nice and blazing fire,"at the mayor's words men ran off bringing bundle by bundle of dry wood and setting at my tied feet and rushing away from me once they did it. 

"Now burn witch and break the cures you have upon are town and with that the demon wolf will leave us in peace," The mayor yelled to the sky as he through the torch into the wood and the fire burned cracking against  dry wood caching aflame with bright red color as they licked at my feat my skin burned by its touch letting out a scream of pain as the flames rose to my legs burning them. The crowd cheered at my screams of pain and the mayor turned to me and whispered, "Pity your a witch you are quite beautiful my dear you are one rare flower with that red cape of yours...could have made me some fine suitors...if you agree I'll put this behind us tell the crowd the truth that your mother was a witch ,and not you and I'll protect you from the wolf."

"I would rather burn in this fire then birth your children and lay with you at night your a rat I would rather burn as witch or be killed by the beast," I growl quietly back to the mayor concealing my internal screaming before  yelling to the crowd, "Even if you burn me tonight the wolf will not just come back, but he will kill every single one of you and you wont be able to kill him not even with you perfect little silver bullets...I'll make shore of it!" the crowed began to panic running around and screaming like chickens with there heads cut off.

"You'll have no power over this town once you die witch," The mayor said throwing more torches in the fire the fire grew wilder and wilder as the flames reached my neck licking at the bare skin and I let out my scream. At my scream thousands of crows appeared landing on the tops of the houses, as they just watched me burning in the fire the rope on my legs also caching aflame and torching my exposed skin. They just sat there watching waiting for me to die and for an instant it seamed as if they weren't waiting or watching me die ,but waiting for something else as the fire grew to my face I looked up to the sky the moon finally being revealed from the clouds it was a red moon not a full one but still beautiful.

                  Then for a second I feared the moon had it brought this upon me my fate to burn as a witch. I was always called a strange child as I was hated in my village I was nothing more then another women to fall at the hands of the men's controlling Society. When I opened my eyes the red moon was almost full and I almost dead from the flames, as I waited to die. Once again the moon's red glow became full it shined is red radiance down upon the burning flames of my body and I felt more pain then the blazing fire brought I let out a ghastly scream that even the mayor and the people feared as they backed away from the fire my hole body felt as if it was snapped in half each bone in my burnt body being snapped and unsnapped over and over. Through the pain I opened my eyes and through the darkness I could see each person each house each terrified face, but the pain still intensified my screams turning into howls and whimpers. Through my terrifying howls and screams my muscles tightened expanded tearing away the ropes binding me to were I collapsed to my knees in the fire were I tried to stand but failed to an extent I could only stand on four legs but the pain was there as my hair seamed to spread and my jaw lengthened to were my whimpers turned to growls and nales to claws. When I stepped out the fire the pain finally gone even though the fire licked at my skin I felt no pain the pain of the burning fire and the snapping and restructuring of bones was gone...and the only thing I could hear was the words of the mayor as he screamed to the running people, "WEREWOLF!"