Hell bent (short stories)

Little red riding hood (Retold)

Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl, a girl who always wore a red hood. So the people of the small village called her Red. Her real name was never spoken, not even by her mother because her father named her. Her father disgraced his and her mother's family by running off with the blacksmiths wife.
Anyway, back to the story.

One day, Reds grandmother got very sick, so her mother sent Red with soup and bread for the sick grandmother. Red, not wanting to waste time went against what her mother told her and went off the path. The shoes on her feet crunched against leaves on the ground and her red hood flaps in the rough wind.

Red walks and sings until she's stopped by a figure; this figure was tall and lanky. This figure had big fury hands. This figure had a long face and a shiny black nose. This figure, was a wolf.
The wolf sniffs. "Mmmmmm...." He says. "Smelled like soup. My favorite." His thin lips curl into a creepy smile as he snatches at the basket of goods Red was carrying. Red snatches it away just before the wolf's matted paws enclosed around the handle.
The wold snarled And launched himself at Red. Screaming, she runs past tall oak trees towards her grandmothers house with the wolf trailing not too far behind her.
Red makes it to her grandmothers house, A small brown cottage in the middle of the forest. She opens the door with a creak and slams it right on the wolf's nose with a yelp.
"Red dear, is that you?" Asked her grandmother. Red stalks into the next room to find her grandmother in bed. Red grins and sets the basket down.
"Yes grandma, it is me." She says slowly.
A sigh from grandma.
Red doesn't take out the soup or the bread when she reached into the basket, she took out a small pocket knife her mom had gotten her and walks ever so slowly towards her grandmothers bedside. She kneels down and strokes her grandmothers white hair and tries to hold back a giggle as she raises the knife above her head and-
Splat
Blood trickling down the walls and down Reds face as she continues to carve away at her grandmothers squirming body. Then suddenly the squirming stops, but red doesn't. With the shriek of the blade hitting bone, she craves and carves.

Outside, the wolf stalks the house, circling around and climbing and jumping u till he sees the window creak open and he's found his chance. He slips in and sees the blood covered wall and the bedsheets the no longer have grandma inside them. Then her turns to see Red, picking her teeth with a wrinkle covered pinky finger. Red gets up and laughs. She enjoyed every bit of this. Scaring a wolf. The Big Bad Wolf in fact. Nothing pleased her more than to terrorize the most fearless animal in all the land.
The wolf starts to back up as Red flips the knife out again but he cornered and snarling did no good. Just as he sees the open window above him, she takes the blade and rams it into his skull with a
Thunk
And did the same to the wolf as he did her own grandma. Laughing the whole time.

As she stuffs her face with bloody pieces of meat, a woodsman walks over and sees the open window. He, knowing that an old lady lives alone, decides to check and finds Red finishing off the wolf and her grandmothers arm to which was torn from the body with great force. The woodsman starts to back up but-
Crack
He stepped in the pile of sticks he'd created for a fire. Red shoots up and with a blood curdling scream, she disappeared into him, blood sprays everywhere. The last noise that poor woodsman heard was her giggle.
Hehehe!
So cheerful and sounded as if she'd been presented with a new toy.
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