Red

"Enlighten me then Bigby, If you can kill me that easily, why haven't you? Seems weird to me keep the bane of your existence alive and breathing, don't you think?" The hatred I felt amplified through my voice could slice through any frozen heart.

"Now, Now, Little Red," a voice darkly, but softly, prompted from the brush. "You know that I am faster, and more stronger than you will ever be. One small jump from me, could easily snap that pretty neck of yours." Bigby stepped on a nearby twig, and the small snap rang through the air. My breathing hitched, and my grip on the dagger hilt tightened. I was too afraid to let him win, so I fought back.

I would learn to regret that I even tried.