Sintulating Faerie Tales: Red Ridding Hood
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
14,867
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
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 6: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
AJ Angelique
Hours later, Rose returned from her herb hunt with a ba sket nearly full of herbs. Feeling proud of herself for finding all the herbs the cabinet needed all by herself. Yet as she drew closer to her home, that feeling began to disipate and was replaced by an uneasy feeling. Her smile fadded away into a frown as her eyes darted around the landscape, looking out for any sort of intruder. But at the current moment, she felt so alone at the moment in that defening silence.
There were no birds.
There were no bugs.
There was no wind.
There was no sound.
There was only Rose and her semi silent foot steps on the ground.
Rose was begining to feel edgy when she arrived home and she unconsiously rushed inside to slam the door behind herself. Rose let out a breath of releif as she held the basket to her chest and leaned her back against the door. Yet when she looked up, she noted how dark everything looked in the house. She looked around and saw that the whindows had been closed.
"Grandmother?" Rose called out, her voice edged with worry and a light squeak.
"In here child," called out a voice that resembled Grandmother's from the back bedroom. Carefully, Rose made her way through the dim rooms and found that Grandmother's room was as boarded up as the rest of the house and lit by only a couple candles.
"It's so dark in here Grandmother," Rose said to the figure that layn thn the bed with the covers pulled up to their chin as their arms rested on top of the covers.
"So as the light wouldn't bother my eyes dear," the figure said in the same creaky female voice.
"Oh Grandmother," Rose said as she placed the basket down on the nearest table and then approached the bed, "You sound horrid." With that, Rose sat down on the bed next to the figure. Yet even in this dim light, Rose could tell that there was suttle differences between the figure that laid next to her and Grandmother.
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have," Rose said.
"The better to see you dear."
"Grandmother, what a shaggy face you have this afternoon," Rose said, noting the five o' clock shadow on the figure's face.
"Old people are like that my dear," the figure said as cheerfully as possible. Rose frowned and focused her eyes on the figure, making her sight peirce the darkness to see this person's face better.
"What a big nose you have."
"The better to smell y...to smell with," the figure said, quickly correcting themself. Rose narrowed her eyes at this and focused even harder till she could see this person's face even clearer than before.
"Grandmother..." Rose started as she preped to sprint off the bed, "what a manly face you have."
"That's because I'm not grandmother," the figure said and the creaky voice changed to Francis'. Rose shrieked as he threw back the covers and lunged forward onl fal fall face forward on the bed as Rose fled the room.
"Get back here you bitch!" Francis shouted angrily and gave chase. Rose led the chase out of the bedroom, into the living room, through the kitchen, upstairs, downstaird evd every which way. Heck, throw into a couple more people and it would have been a classic Scooby Doo chase sceen. Rose hid in various places and came back out once Francis had lost her. She would then try to find a way out but she found every door and window to the outside world had been either bolted shut, nailed closed or baracaded...from the outside! Then he would find her, nearly corner her, she'd hit him with something and as he stood there clearing his head she'd run off.
Francis had nearly gotton fed up with the chase when it returned to where it started, Grandmother's room. Rose was sixt aht ahead of Francis when she dashed through the doorway and slammed the door. Rose let out a small yip as Francis ran into the door with a heavy thud and Rose quickly locked ther asr as Francis shouldered the door. In a panic, Rose shoved the nearest dresser in front of the door.
Out of breath and still in a panick, Rose spun around and went to check the windows in the room when she tripped on the rug. With a light squeak, Rose fell face down on the floor and landed with a heavy thud on the wood floor. It took a moment for Rose to regain control of her internal compass and she turned her head towards the bed only to freeze when she saw the gruesome sight of her Grandmother's bloody hacked up and naked body.
Rose's eyes dilated in fear and her breath hitched in her throat as time seemed to stop and she stared at the horrific sight. Just when she felt her voice beginning to return and she opened her mouth to let out a ear peircing scream, she felt a heavy force come down on the back of her body.
Reality rushed back and she looked over her right shoulder and gasped to see...
"Francis!? How'd..."
"It was all to easy to bust that door. Now you're mine," Francis said with a leary grin. Before she knew it, his grubby hands were all over her body.
"No!" Rose shouted and tried to squirm away.
"Shut up!" Franics shouted, grabbed the back of her head and slammed the front on the floor, which placed her back in a daze. As things swam in front of her eyes, Francis had freen range to rip off her cloths. With his strength, he was able to rip off her cotton dress and midnight blue skirt was was about to tear the cords on her corset when a forced from behind pulled him away from Rose and he was whirled around to find himself face to face with that force.
Francis' jaw dropped in surprise and he was about to make that surprise audible when his opponent let him go and then out a growl b3efore he set forth in ripping his claws through Francis' throat, cutting his words short and replacing them with a sickening gurgle as blood leaked out of his fleash to spill down hick ack and wind pipe. Francis stood there for a moment, his wide eyes filled with fear as his hands went to his throat in some vain attempt to stop the blood. Yet destiny had chossen him to die that day for his asailant proceeded to rip him to shreds untill his life was no more and the angel of death arrived to take Francis' soul down to the dark pits of hell.
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 6: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
AJ Angelique
Hours later, Rose returned from her herb hunt with a ba sket nearly full of herbs. Feeling proud of herself for finding all the herbs the cabinet needed all by herself. Yet as she drew closer to her home, that feeling began to disipate and was replaced by an uneasy feeling. Her smile fadded away into a frown as her eyes darted around the landscape, looking out for any sort of intruder. But at the current moment, she felt so alone at the moment in that defening silence.
There were no birds.
There were no bugs.
There was no wind.
There was no sound.
There was only Rose and her semi silent foot steps on the ground.
Rose was begining to feel edgy when she arrived home and she unconsiously rushed inside to slam the door behind herself. Rose let out a breath of releif as she held the basket to her chest and leaned her back against the door. Yet when she looked up, she noted how dark everything looked in the house. She looked around and saw that the whindows had been closed.
"Grandmother?" Rose called out, her voice edged with worry and a light squeak.
"In here child," called out a voice that resembled Grandmother's from the back bedroom. Carefully, Rose made her way through the dim rooms and found that Grandmother's room was as boarded up as the rest of the house and lit by only a couple candles.
"It's so dark in here Grandmother," Rose said to the figure that layn thn the bed with the covers pulled up to their chin as their arms rested on top of the covers.
"So as the light wouldn't bother my eyes dear," the figure said in the same creaky female voice.
"Oh Grandmother," Rose said as she placed the basket down on the nearest table and then approached the bed, "You sound horrid." With that, Rose sat down on the bed next to the figure. Yet even in this dim light, Rose could tell that there was suttle differences between the figure that laid next to her and Grandmother.
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have," Rose said.
"The better to see you dear."
"Grandmother, what a shaggy face you have this afternoon," Rose said, noting the five o' clock shadow on the figure's face.
"Old people are like that my dear," the figure said as cheerfully as possible. Rose frowned and focused her eyes on the figure, making her sight peirce the darkness to see this person's face better.
"What a big nose you have."
"The better to smell y...to smell with," the figure said, quickly correcting themself. Rose narrowed her eyes at this and focused even harder till she could see this person's face even clearer than before.
"Grandmother..." Rose started as she preped to sprint off the bed, "what a manly face you have."
"That's because I'm not grandmother," the figure said and the creaky voice changed to Francis'. Rose shrieked as he threw back the covers and lunged forward onl fal fall face forward on the bed as Rose fled the room.
"Get back here you bitch!" Francis shouted angrily and gave chase. Rose led the chase out of the bedroom, into the living room, through the kitchen, upstairs, downstaird evd every which way. Heck, throw into a couple more people and it would have been a classic Scooby Doo chase sceen. Rose hid in various places and came back out once Francis had lost her. She would then try to find a way out but she found every door and window to the outside world had been either bolted shut, nailed closed or baracaded...from the outside! Then he would find her, nearly corner her, she'd hit him with something and as he stood there clearing his head she'd run off.
Francis had nearly gotton fed up with the chase when it returned to where it started, Grandmother's room. Rose was sixt aht ahead of Francis when she dashed through the doorway and slammed the door. Rose let out a small yip as Francis ran into the door with a heavy thud and Rose quickly locked ther asr as Francis shouldered the door. In a panic, Rose shoved the nearest dresser in front of the door.
Out of breath and still in a panick, Rose spun around and went to check the windows in the room when she tripped on the rug. With a light squeak, Rose fell face down on the floor and landed with a heavy thud on the wood floor. It took a moment for Rose to regain control of her internal compass and she turned her head towards the bed only to freeze when she saw the gruesome sight of her Grandmother's bloody hacked up and naked body.
Rose's eyes dilated in fear and her breath hitched in her throat as time seemed to stop and she stared at the horrific sight. Just when she felt her voice beginning to return and she opened her mouth to let out a ear peircing scream, she felt a heavy force come down on the back of her body.
Reality rushed back and she looked over her right shoulder and gasped to see...
"Francis!? How'd..."
"It was all to easy to bust that door. Now you're mine," Francis said with a leary grin. Before she knew it, his grubby hands were all over her body.
"No!" Rose shouted and tried to squirm away.
"Shut up!" Franics shouted, grabbed the back of her head and slammed the front on the floor, which placed her back in a daze. As things swam in front of her eyes, Francis had freen range to rip off her cloths. With his strength, he was able to rip off her cotton dress and midnight blue skirt was was about to tear the cords on her corset when a forced from behind pulled him away from Rose and he was whirled around to find himself face to face with that force.
Francis' jaw dropped in surprise and he was about to make that surprise audible when his opponent let him go and then out a growl b3efore he set forth in ripping his claws through Francis' throat, cutting his words short and replacing them with a sickening gurgle as blood leaked out of his fleash to spill down hick ack and wind pipe. Francis stood there for a moment, his wide eyes filled with fear as his hands went to his throat in some vain attempt to stop the blood. Yet destiny had chossen him to die that day for his asailant proceeded to rip him to shreds untill his life was no more and the angel of death arrived to take Francis' soul down to the dark pits of hell.
TBC