We all know the tale of little red riding hood, yes? The one where she travels across the rivers through the woods, runs into a wolf, the hunter saves them and they live happily ever after? Yes, that one.
Well forget it. Because that's not how this one goes. Let's pretend there was no grandma, and the wolf wasn't so bad. As for red? Let's say she's a lot more dangerous than they had described.
Red Hood, or Rowan Higgins, was a sweet girl, til one day... She feared no wolves, she feared no man. For under her crimson hood, lied secrets untouched. The story was wrong, from start to finish.
This is Red Hood, and how the story should have been told.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
CONTAINS VIOLENCE, DEATH, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, INAPPROPRIATE SCENES, LANGUAGE, AND SENSITIVE TOPICS!
Now, Red is a story book character, but here is a story that nobody has ever heard of before. Red Ridinghood is a wolf hunter to the third degree.
She is twenty five with brown hair. Her eyes as white as ice. This is how werewolves think that she's one of them, but she's not. Red carries around a bow and arrow in her little basket so that she doesn't seem suspicious. Her gran made it for her before she died from a werewolf attack. Red's first werewolf was at the age of fifteen when gran died and she has been killing ever since.
But let's just go through the background details. When Red was about five, she got a red hood and a basket. She would always go from her little cottage to Gran's old home by a pathway, that was eroded with weeds and daisies, so that she could deliver her mother's famous home made jam drop biscuits. Now this is a time without any cars so it was about a half an hour's walk.
Yes, Red would always hear things in the forest an turn around to see who it was. No one there. So she kept walking.
The only thing is that you can never fall for a werewolf. This was going to be hard.
Warning: the following chapter may contain corse language, spiritual violence and fantasy drama.