Sintulating Faerie Tales: Red Ridding Hood
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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14,866
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18
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Sanity and Insanity
Sintulating Fairy Tales:
Red Ridding Hood
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters listed in the story, only the insane plot you are about to read.
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Red Ridding Hood
Part 5: Sanity and Insanity
AJ Angelique
The night passed and the dawn painted the sky red, which filled Grandmother with an uneasy dread. The source of which she couldn't put her finger on. Even so, Rose went out that morning to collect the healing herbs that needed replenishing in their collection. A task that would take Rose quite some time due to the fact that these herbs were scattered all over the forest.
With the completetion of breakfast, Rose gathered up her basket, herb collecting gear and red cloak before she checked to see if Grandmother was comfortable in her bed before she set out on the task of traversing through out the forest in the search of herbs.
Yet no sooner had she left the cabin when Francis stepped out from behind a tree. He stood there for a moment as he watched Rose walk off into the woods. Once she was out of sight, he moved away from his hiding spot and approached the house. Without batting an eyelash, he entered the cabin without so much as the smallest knock on the front door as he dragged his axe along the floor with his right hand. He walked down the main hall and looked around before he turned right and walked through the sitting room to enter the nearest bedroom, which turned out to be where Grandmother was in bed reading a book.
"Francis! I didn't hear you come in," Grandmother gasped as she placed the book in her lap.
"I know, I didn't want you to," Francis said in the coldest voice Grandmother ever heard as he looked directly down at her with these emtionless eyes as he approached the bed.
"Francis, what is the meaning of this intrusion?" Grandmother asked sternly.
"Rose, it's all about Rose," he said.
"What about her?" she asked curiously.
"She isn't yours, is she?" he asked and she raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you say that?"
"You two don't look anything alike, there should be some sort of family resemblance," Francis said as he stared at her face, trying to place Rose's face on hers but he couldn't. Grandmother looked up at Francis for a moment and then let out a heavy sigh as she hung her head low.
"You're right Francis, we're not related," she said.
"I thought so," Francis said as he gripped the handle of the axe tighter.
"I stole her," she said.
"You what!?" Francis asked, thrown for a loop.
"I stole her," she said and looked up at him with hate filled eyes. "When I was her age, I worked in my family's pub as a bar maid. One night, her grandfather and two of his friends came into the pub. They appeared to be just three weary travelers but they were more than that. After the pub had closed down for the night, I was the last one awake and cleaning the dinning hall when I was jumped and dragged out to the barn where he and his friends rapped and ruined me. From that day forward, I was left barren and my dreams of having a family of my own were ruined.
"So, I swore to make my family from his own by stealing his children and raising them as my own...but I failed to collect Rose's mother and sister due to the fact that they were always around family. I finally succeded when Rose was born for her mother married a carpenter in the next town. They had two other children and Rose was their third child. Her mother gave birth to her in the night and died in childbirth. Struck with grief, her father wouldn't so much as look at her let alone touch her. When I arrived, the locals were plotting ways of killing her before I told them that I was there for the child. They were all to happy to hand her over to me and I have raised her as my own ever since."
"You told them the truth?" Francis asked.
"No, I lied about who I was and why I was there. Yet, either way, they would have given her to me. The town folk were highly superstious and feared her because she was born as night and said her hair had been stained by her mother's blood."
"I see..." Francis said as he mulled the story around in his head a bit.
"Then that doesn't make you a witch," he stated.
"What gave you that idea?"
"The book you are reading. It maybe in Latin, but I know enough that it's talking more than just simple healing herbs."
"So you say..." Grandmother said as she looked at her book.
"Does tht bother you?" she asked tentativally, not looking up at him.
"No, you've doe far too much good in the town to be called evil," he said with a deep frown.
"Then why do you bring an axe to my bed?" she asked and finally looked back up at him. The moment she asked that, his sad expression reverted back to the cold look he walked in with.
"Because, you don't approve of me and Rose being together," he said.
"Of course not, you two..."
"Of course," he echoed as he interupted her and swung the axe up so as it was in both hands.
"So, once your gone I can have Rose," he said. Grandmother was a bit confussesd by what he meant by 'gone' but just as the realization began to dim on her, Francis quickly swung his axe for her throat.
His intent was to sever her head from her body but the axe only embedded itself halfway through her throat. Grandmother's face was filled with a complete look of shock as she raised her right her up to her neck which began to bleed profusly. Francis growled in frustration and yanked the axe roughly out of her neck. Not only did this cause her great pain, it also allowed the blood to flow freely from her fleash so as it not only ran down her skin to stain her night cloths, but also down her windpipes to her lungs. As she tried to breath she sucked in the blood which produced a sickening sucking sort of noise.
Francis swung his axe once more and lodged it in her chest, the blade slashed its way through her fleash and bone to cut Grandmother's right lung in half, thus depleting her breathing capablities even furthur.
The third blow was the final blow which finally killed her. He tore the axe out of her chest and slammed the axe head down on top of her head, cracking open her skull and thus destorying her brain. With this done, all life function ceased and she slumped back in bed as she stared at Francis with lifeless eyes as her dying heart continued to pump the blood out of her wounds.
Yet, even though she was dead, Francis' axe hadn't had its fill of her. He continued to swing his axe untill he had thuroughly mutilated her corspe and there was blood all over not only the bed but the walls, floor, rug and him as well. In the end, Francis stopped once he ran out of breath and he left the axe in Grandmother's stomach as he took a couple steps back to catch his breath and take in the bloody sight before him. Then it occured to him that Rose would be getting sometime in the near future and a plan worked itseld out in his head how to hide what he had done while surprising her at the same time...
TBC
Red Ridding Hood
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters listed in the story, only the insane plot you are about to read.
____________________________________________
Red Ridding Hood
Part 5: Sanity and Insanity
AJ Angelique
The night passed and the dawn painted the sky red, which filled Grandmother with an uneasy dread. The source of which she couldn't put her finger on. Even so, Rose went out that morning to collect the healing herbs that needed replenishing in their collection. A task that would take Rose quite some time due to the fact that these herbs were scattered all over the forest.
With the completetion of breakfast, Rose gathered up her basket, herb collecting gear and red cloak before she checked to see if Grandmother was comfortable in her bed before she set out on the task of traversing through out the forest in the search of herbs.
Yet no sooner had she left the cabin when Francis stepped out from behind a tree. He stood there for a moment as he watched Rose walk off into the woods. Once she was out of sight, he moved away from his hiding spot and approached the house. Without batting an eyelash, he entered the cabin without so much as the smallest knock on the front door as he dragged his axe along the floor with his right hand. He walked down the main hall and looked around before he turned right and walked through the sitting room to enter the nearest bedroom, which turned out to be where Grandmother was in bed reading a book.
"Francis! I didn't hear you come in," Grandmother gasped as she placed the book in her lap.
"I know, I didn't want you to," Francis said in the coldest voice Grandmother ever heard as he looked directly down at her with these emtionless eyes as he approached the bed.
"Francis, what is the meaning of this intrusion?" Grandmother asked sternly.
"Rose, it's all about Rose," he said.
"What about her?" she asked curiously.
"She isn't yours, is she?" he asked and she raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you say that?"
"You two don't look anything alike, there should be some sort of family resemblance," Francis said as he stared at her face, trying to place Rose's face on hers but he couldn't. Grandmother looked up at Francis for a moment and then let out a heavy sigh as she hung her head low.
"You're right Francis, we're not related," she said.
"I thought so," Francis said as he gripped the handle of the axe tighter.
"I stole her," she said.
"You what!?" Francis asked, thrown for a loop.
"I stole her," she said and looked up at him with hate filled eyes. "When I was her age, I worked in my family's pub as a bar maid. One night, her grandfather and two of his friends came into the pub. They appeared to be just three weary travelers but they were more than that. After the pub had closed down for the night, I was the last one awake and cleaning the dinning hall when I was jumped and dragged out to the barn where he and his friends rapped and ruined me. From that day forward, I was left barren and my dreams of having a family of my own were ruined.
"So, I swore to make my family from his own by stealing his children and raising them as my own...but I failed to collect Rose's mother and sister due to the fact that they were always around family. I finally succeded when Rose was born for her mother married a carpenter in the next town. They had two other children and Rose was their third child. Her mother gave birth to her in the night and died in childbirth. Struck with grief, her father wouldn't so much as look at her let alone touch her. When I arrived, the locals were plotting ways of killing her before I told them that I was there for the child. They were all to happy to hand her over to me and I have raised her as my own ever since."
"You told them the truth?" Francis asked.
"No, I lied about who I was and why I was there. Yet, either way, they would have given her to me. The town folk were highly superstious and feared her because she was born as night and said her hair had been stained by her mother's blood."
"I see..." Francis said as he mulled the story around in his head a bit.
"Then that doesn't make you a witch," he stated.
"What gave you that idea?"
"The book you are reading. It maybe in Latin, but I know enough that it's talking more than just simple healing herbs."
"So you say..." Grandmother said as she looked at her book.
"Does tht bother you?" she asked tentativally, not looking up at him.
"No, you've doe far too much good in the town to be called evil," he said with a deep frown.
"Then why do you bring an axe to my bed?" she asked and finally looked back up at him. The moment she asked that, his sad expression reverted back to the cold look he walked in with.
"Because, you don't approve of me and Rose being together," he said.
"Of course not, you two..."
"Of course," he echoed as he interupted her and swung the axe up so as it was in both hands.
"So, once your gone I can have Rose," he said. Grandmother was a bit confussesd by what he meant by 'gone' but just as the realization began to dim on her, Francis quickly swung his axe for her throat.
His intent was to sever her head from her body but the axe only embedded itself halfway through her throat. Grandmother's face was filled with a complete look of shock as she raised her right her up to her neck which began to bleed profusly. Francis growled in frustration and yanked the axe roughly out of her neck. Not only did this cause her great pain, it also allowed the blood to flow freely from her fleash so as it not only ran down her skin to stain her night cloths, but also down her windpipes to her lungs. As she tried to breath she sucked in the blood which produced a sickening sucking sort of noise.
Francis swung his axe once more and lodged it in her chest, the blade slashed its way through her fleash and bone to cut Grandmother's right lung in half, thus depleting her breathing capablities even furthur.
The third blow was the final blow which finally killed her. He tore the axe out of her chest and slammed the axe head down on top of her head, cracking open her skull and thus destorying her brain. With this done, all life function ceased and she slumped back in bed as she stared at Francis with lifeless eyes as her dying heart continued to pump the blood out of her wounds.
Yet, even though she was dead, Francis' axe hadn't had its fill of her. He continued to swing his axe untill he had thuroughly mutilated her corspe and there was blood all over not only the bed but the walls, floor, rug and him as well. In the end, Francis stopped once he ran out of breath and he left the axe in Grandmother's stomach as he took a couple steps back to catch his breath and take in the bloody sight before him. Then it occured to him that Rose would be getting sometime in the near future and a plan worked itseld out in his head how to hide what he had done while surprising her at the same time...
TBC