We have four entries for the August Challenge. The idea was to re-tell the Red Riding Hood story and make it fresh – by maintaining the main story, but giving it a new plot line, perspective or Point of View, other characters… whatever our creative writers desired. And I must say they have done a marvellous job. Personally I would find this very hard to judge!

It was a long time coming, but what a great job!

I am posting each of these stories anonymously so you can vote on which story you think is the best, second best, etc.

Red Riding Hood

Hello there! My name is Red Riding Hood. Until a few years ago, they called me the ‘Little Red Riding Hood’, but not anymore. I am all of 25 and look it too. When I was a little girl of 12, I was sent off into the woods, very irresponsibly, by my mother to drop a basket of goodies to my grandmother. It was years later that I found out that she wasn’t my real mother. She was in fact a cruel stepmother who wanted me out of her way so that she could have children of her own with my beloved father.

I digress from the main story.

Well, most of you already know what happened when I travelled through the dark woods, all alone, unsuspecting and innocent. A wolf came along and it surprised me much that it was a wolf that could talk. Now where do you get to see such talking wolves? The little girl that I was, I was mesmerized. The wolf, very cunningly got all the information he wanted from me and went straight to my grandmother’s house and gobbled her up. When I reached my grandmother’s house, I could see she had changed so much. Something was definitely wrong. Soon, I realized it was that talking wolf who was pretending to be my sick grandmother. But it was too late. He gobbled me up too.

Well, that is the version in the children’s books but that isn’t the truth at all. This is what really happened. So I met this wolf enroute and I found him to be special because he could converse in the language of humans. He told me about this special pack of wolves deep in the forest that had the gift of speech because they come from interbreeding with some forest people.

Gross, right? But well, weird things happen in this world and this was just one of them. This wolf looked like a wolf but could do everything that humans could. He could walk on his hind legs, gesture with his hands like you and I could and could even wink! For an innocent 12 year old, I was quite taken. I confessed to him that I was fascinated and even began to refer to him as Mr. Wolf like I would do to a real person. I knew very little about what interbreeding meant as a 12 year old and understood it as humans being friends with wolves. I invited him to visit my village to which he responded with great fear in his eyes. He said, the civilized humans had no tolerance for absurdities of nature, like him. I asked him why he chose to come out of the dark woods to speak to me? My question was met with a long silence. Mr. Wolf, cleared his throat like a man would when he is about to confess something. Ofcourse, as a child, I knew none of men’s mannerisms. But now that I am all grown up and seen many men come and go, it is a trait I know so well. Mr. Wolf took a deep breath and he wouldn’t look at me in the eye when he narrated his confession.

“My pack is dying.”, he said.

To this admission, I felt a concern, yet quite uncertain as to what it really meant.

“My mates are dying because there aren’t any forest people left. They all killed themselves in their internal bickering. We can’t breed among ourselves and it is only the humans, who would willingly breed with us can keep us alive. I followed you and my instincts told me that you are like the forest people, innocent and one with nature. I wanted to lure you away so that many years later, you could help us breed and survive. But now that I have met you, and I know what a kind creature you are, I leave the decision to you.”

As a 12 year old, Mr. Wolf’s words did not mean much. The only bit that I really understood was that I was to go away with him and that would mean, I wouldn’t be able to see my family. Mr. Wolf had all the mark of a gentleman but then he was an animal. For a 12 year old, I must say, I had my wits intact. I told him that I needed time to think. After I met my sick grandmother, I could on my way back, provide him with my answer. Mr. Wolf, had a sly smile on his face and that was when he looked more of an animal than he had since I met him. He said, “By all means, young lady, take your time.”

I nodded at him and moved on towards my destination. He called out and said, he would wait for me at the exact same spot. I reached my grandmother’s house when the moon was bright and shining. My grandmother, who was sick, was overjoyed to see me. I gave her all the food and gifts my mother had sent for her. I was anxious and my grandmother was quick to notice that. My grandmother, looked into my eyes and said,” What is it my dear? You look exactly like your father, you are worried. Out with it now!”

My grandmother was a brave woman. She had brought up my father all by herself and worked very hard until a few years back when age caught up with her. Nothing escaped her knowing eyes. It was matter of minutes before I related the entire story to her. I expected her to laugh at me because I mentioned about a talking Wolf and the breeding deal that he extended to me. I told her, I couldn’t go back home now because he would be waiting for me. She listened to me with all seriousness that surprised me. She told me the only thing to do under such trying circumstances was for me to stay on with her. I was ecstatic to hear this and nearly jumped out of my red hood, which by the way, I never take off; even when I am sleeping.

So for the next few days I stayed on with my grandmother, spending time with her and helping her around the house. Often I thought of Mr. Wolf and my conscience tingled for having broken my promise. The other difficulty was there was no way to relay the message of my extended stay to my parents. They would have to make the journey to find out about my whereabouts. One fine day, I was picking berries outside my grandmother’s home and I heard a rustling of leaves behind me. I peered into the woods, not far away from my grandmother’s home. It did not take me long to recognize the glistening yellow eyes. Mr. Wolf was looking right at me. He revealed himself completely and I let out a loud cry and rushed indoors. I looked out of the window, frightened and my heart thumping in my chest. He was gone. I was scared to step out now. Suddenly I also heard some voices and I was completely surprised to see my mother with a woodcutter heading towards my grandmother’s house. I was delighted and was about to rush out when my grandmother held me back with her strong arms. She looked out of the window with me and we overheard them speaking to one another.

“She ought to be in the house because we searched the entire forest for her body. But is seems like she was lucky to pass through these dark woods, unharmed. How I prayed for her to be dead!” said my mother in an angry voice. The woodcutter looked annoyed as he was obviously tired running around the woods with the heavy axe in his hand.

“You shouldn’t fail me Andreas. I need her out of my way else I shall forever be a slave to this father-daughter duo”, she said with her face crumpling up with intense hate.

Involuntarily, I felt myself shivering. My own mother plotting to kill me! How on earth did it get to that? What did ever do to deserve her hate?

My grandmother pulled me towards her and I looked up at her with tears streaming down my cheeks.

She told me, “Red, your mother isn’t who you thought she was. She is your stepmother, who took you on when your own mother died giving birth to you. Your father made your stepmother promise that she should never tell you that she isn’t your birth mother”

These were shocking details that completely changed the way I thought about my life. In a few seconds, I was all grown up. My grandmother held me in her arms and asked me to be brave. She said, they would have to get her first before they got to me. That scared me even more as I did not want my grandmother to die for me. Suddenly, it felt as if, it would have been better if I had walked away with Mr. Wolf. It would was solved my stepmother’s problem and saved my grandmother’s life.

Within seconds, we heard a knock on the door and my grandmother moved to open it. But she hid me under her bed before she opened the door. My stepmother asked my grandmother where I was.

“She never came here. I never saw her.”

My stepmother looked around the house and immediately spotted the goodies she had sent in my basket. “You lie, you cunning witch! Kill her and then search for Red.”

Andreas strode in with his large axe and in a strong stroke tried to hurt my grandmother. My grandmother dodged his move and ran inside. I couldn’t take it anymore and ran towards the door and yelled at my stepmother, “Here I am, leave my grandmother. It is me you want.”

Andreas turned towards me and rushed to attack me. My stepmother laughed triumphantly. But something happened and in a matter of seconds, Andreas was knocked out cold and all we could see was a large, hairy creature, making it off to the woods with my stepmother. My grandmother and I were rooted in our places. My grandmother was first to gather her wits and she dragged Andreas body inside and locked him a room. She told me that we needed to create a story for the truth would shatter my father. I agreed to her plan wholeheartedly and we spun this delightful tale around the Little Red Riding Hood and Mr. Wolf. When Andreas came to his senses, he seemed to have lost his memory which worked in our favour. We made him the hero by thanking him profusely by saving our lives by murdering the wolf who had gobbled us up. Thankfully, Andreas bought the story and went to the village feeling all smug and happy about being the hero. Since then we never heard anything from my stepmother, who according to the villagers, was last seen leaving for the woods. My father was devastated but then he had me and we lived happily ever after, especially because grandmother moved in with us.

Well, that was the real story and believe it or not, I have to remind myself about it every now and then, else I too, tend to believe the version that you do. It is funny when sometimes, I think about it, I feel there was no wolf at all that I met on my way and at times I felt that my stepmother was the wolf who escaped into the forest because she couldn’t live with us humans anymore. My grandmother is no more with us so there is no one I can turn to, to verify my story. But then, does it matter at all, when all we need is a good story before going to bed.

Red on Grey

The sound of her heels sounded on the pathway. She would have blended seamlessly into the grey of the city, if it were not for the color of her clothes she wore, Red. The young girl wore her solemn expression well. Her cold glassy eyes took nothing away from her beauty. Her bright red hair shone in what little sunlight filtered through the clouds. Red against the dull grey.

She boarded the subway cart in a casualness, uncommon in this time. Time to mean this era as well as location of the sun in the sky. The ticketing sensor at the door buzzed as it read the id implants on the people entering, charging their bank accounts automatically. Feinting indifference to the gaze of the men captivated by this fragile oddity in their otherwise grey lives. Someone may be tempted to talk to her but alas their little electronic devices buzzed with ferocity in their hands and pockets. Emails to be sent, voice mails to be heard, bread to be earned.

None of them were the man that had her attention today and she slipped out at her station without anyone noticing. She was going to meet someone for the first time, an older gentleman who she had made an acquaintance on the internet. Her heart beat fast and her palms were sweaty. She walked at brisk pace but not too fast as to seem overly eager. She was meeting him in a public place. But both had plans to go somewhere private later. This was dangerous but that was partly why she was doing it. The thrill was alluring.

She walked towards the park. She could already see him waiting at the entrance. He had his jacket pulled over him to shield him from the cold winter air. He scanned the passing crowd eagerly, almost hungrily. His eyes came to rest on her just as she did away with her smirk. There was no mistaking her identity, this was the girl he had spoken to. He saw her walking towards the entrance with her hood pulled over her head, lost deep in thought. A lock of hair partly covered her slender face. There was no way to miss her, no way he could look away. She stood out against the landscape of grey office buildings and apartment complexes. There was no better way to describe her than say, it was as if an artist added colour to an old monochrome movie. Red against the dull grey.

“Red?” he Enquired

Feigning a startled expression Red turned to him. “Mr. Groze?” She said letting out the brightest smile Mr. Groze had seen on for the longest time.

They strolled through the park for a bit, casually chatting about their ride over. “I know a nice coffee shop we can visit” Red said “it’s just a few blocks from here.” She dropped her gaze to her feet as she said the words.

Beaming, Groze was quick to offer to drive both of them to the cafe. “But it would be far more fun to walk there.” Red called back as she skipped ahead.

The thought did not thrill Groze, for he had other plans for this innocent girl who until now was playing perfectly into his hands. He pondered how he would steer her skipping feet up to his hotel suite.

Red was stealing peeks of Mr. Groze. Groze, a strange name, spelled differently it meant “big” she picked out from her memories of German classes. Groze Von Wolf had his hair was cut into a short spikey hedge. He was a big man who towered over her buy at least a foot. His chest and arms were broad and muscular, which must have taken a lot work or a lot of money paid to the right body modifier clinic. Red was not bothered by this, she smiled to herself.

He caught Red’s smile. “Is she blushing?” He thought to himself. The thought that he had affected this petite beauty to this extent, amused him. He had met her in a chat room, a young, rebellious, energetic little thing who decided that she is wise enough to trust the first man she meets on the the internet. He went through his usual steps, made it obvious to her that he was a cool, handsome, not to mention rich single man, who was looking for a “deep and meaningful” relationship. Catching his reflection in a shop window, “handsome” he thought. The money he had put in body modification was well spent, not that he cared about throwing around that kind of cash for fun. But he needed to be good looking for there was nothing quite like the hunt to Groze, so much more thrilling than the day job. Endless meetings with a stream of overzealous generals and politicians who had knew nothing better than to kiss his ass to increase production of the precious weapons that kept the party in power. Groze was the ideal citizen, as long as the checks kept coming in and the government’s agents kept out of his business.

Red skipped ahead cutting the conversation they were having mid sentence. “I know a short cut here!” She said gleefully eager to show off her knowledge of the city. He smiled as she stepped out of sight, her lose red hoodie fluttering in the wind behind her… “Even the joy in her voice was the color red”, he thought, “Red against the dull grey”

He trotted after her, expecting her to have reached the other side by the time he turned the corner. Instead, he found her waiting towards the middle of the alleyway, leaning on the wall. The alleyway was dark and damp with trash strewn on the ground. This was definitely not a place fit for Groze, he should be up in his suite on the hundred and fiftieth floor. He walked over to her to see why she had stopped, his patience wearing thin.

Red looked up into his blue eyes and placed her left hand on his chest. She gently pushed him back to the wall, all the while her sweet smile mesmerizing him. Groze didn’t like the idea of standing in this rat infested filth, let alone get physical with a woman. But this girl was gorgeous and if this was her weird fantasy, then he would make an exception just this once.

She traced the outlines of his chest under his tight shirt. She could feel his muscle, tight and hard under his shirt. She felt his heart beat quicken under her hand.

“You’re Groze Von Wolf, aren’t you?” She said as she lovingly drew lines, with her fingers, over his heart.

“Huh?” Groze managed to mutter. Despite his importance, he wasn’t famous. At least not outside the people of the party and upper defense.

“I recognise you. You have something to do with the Nanobuild corporation.” She said with a sparkle in her eyes. “You make the nanogen ceramics and weapons.”

“Yes that’s me. I own the company.” He said laughing. “Now what does a little girl like you know about Nanoceramic?”

“Everything…” Said the little girl as she thrust her right hand out with tremendous speed. The ceramic blade protruding from an opening in her palm, slipped perfectly between the two ribs that her index and thumb were tracing. The blade cut straight through the muscle, ripping the heart open. She held the wound shut with her left hand.

Groze, in shock and panic, pushed with the animalistic rage of a provoked lion who was off his guard. His enhanced muscles went into overdrive to get the little red demon off of him.

As his body started to fail, it suddenly dawned on him. “Cyborg.” he whispered hoarsely, staring into her now red eyes.

Red’s smile never flickering, drew the blade, spun and side stepped to avoid the spray of blood.

“Should have sided with the rebellion, man. Grandma sends her regards.” Said Red, watching him go limp, body hitting the floor.

Red let the blade slide back into her arm before placing her hands back into her Hoodie pocket, innards of which were lined with a high absorbent micro fiber. In a few seconds there was no trace of deed that was just done. Her fake id implant picked a new id tag from its list and loaded a completely new identity. She turned and walked away, leaving the body on the floor. The blood pooling around it on the grayish dirty asphalt. Red against the dull grey.

Granny’s Story

“Where’s that ninny of a girl?” Granny complained as she paced around her kitchen floor, rolling pin in hand and a ball of dough on her counter.

She wiped her hands on her blue apron with a pocket on the front for important things like keys, a torch and a whistle for emergencies.

“It’s my fault,” she muttered as she went to address the cinnamon-spiced dough all ready to be rolled and cut into biscuits. The oven was preheated to a good steady 2000C. “If I moved closer to the town we wouldn’t all worry every time she came to visit me. But, how can I? There’s so much here that’s me. My memories. My life. My history and our legends.” And she brushed a tear from her cheek smearing it with flour. Oh, well, I may as well get on with these. The silly child that she is has probably stopped to pick flowers or chase squirrels. Fifteen years old and she still behaves like a kid.”

Granny went at the dough with some energy, pummelling and kneading it more than she intended to. She shook her head and continued to talk to herself, “Dorothy! I’ve said often enough to her mother, you’re spoiling her. Imagine giving a teenage girl her own motorbike. I understand that they all have them, but really!” And she shook her head as she pulled out the star-shaped cookie cutter and set to work placing each perfect, sharply cut biscuit on the baking sheet. Granny knew how to keep those cutters honed as keen as a blade.

As she turned to place the biscuits in the oven, she thought she saw something whizz past her window. She looked again and all she saw was the lovely forest, with the leaves just turning gold and russet in the early autumn sunshine. This was where she’d spent her entire married life, raised three children who had all flown off into the town or city nearby, and lost her loving husband to a wolf attack.

“Those wolves,” she said, pursing her lips, “They wouldn’t dare come this way again.” And she glanced at the nearby axe with its red handle and its hefty blade that she was able to wield in her work-strengthened hands. She patted her pants’ pocket making sure her .22LR revolver’s comforting weight was still there if she needed it. That was something she kept close to her all the time. It was a good little gun for a close wolf attack.

Granny set the timer on the oven and opened the back door a crack, nothing and no one. She opened the door and stepped out onto the back patio, clapping her hands to rid them of the excess flour. The forest stretched out, calm and serene, as far as she could see. Her eyesight was still acute and now with her new spectacles she could see every leaf on the tree. Her ears were sharp too, attuned to the natural sounds of the forest, the birds chirping, the stream in the distance and the occasional chatter of squirrels and other woodland creatures. So, when she heard the heavy crunching of tires on the gravel road beyond her entry gate, she hastily pulled off her apron, ran back into the kitchen and shut the back door.

“Who could that be?” It didn’t sound at all like Little Red’s motorbike, more like a heavier vehicle, a car perhaps. She waited behind the drawn curtain of her hallway window peeping through a crack that she pulled open between the curtain panels.

Her eyes popped.

She’d never seen such an imposing, sleek car in her life. It was a shiny onyx black, so dense it seemed to suck the light out of its immediate surroundings. Its wheel guards were like the well-contoured haunches of a lynx as it prepared to leap. And the front of the car appeared to imitate a big cat leaping forward.

A dapper, city-dressed man slowly emerged from the front, unfolding his long legs, encased in slim tweed trousers. As he stepped onto the gravel something about his piercing eyes made granny drop the curtain, but she felt he had sensed her standing behind the window. His boots grated over the pebbles as he walked to her door and rapped the old knocker, choosing that over the newly installed electric bell.

She waited a good minute before she flipped the lace panel aside and using her frail, old-woman voice, asked through the letter slot, “Who is it?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” came a rich baritone voice that Granny couldn’t associate with the reedy thin legs she had seen emerging from the car. “I’m Victor Lapin, I’m your granddaughter Rose’s friend. She has something for me that I’d given her to carry. She told me she’d be coming this way today. And rather than go into town I thought I’d collect it here.”

As she peered through the slit in the curtain, Granny saw that there were two other men in the back of the car. ‘Too many’ she thought.

“Boss” one of the men called out. “Boss!”

“What now Lucas?” Victor Lapin almost growled.

“It’s urgent.” Lucas replied.

As he stepped away from the door, Granny was able to get a better look at Victor Lupus. ‘He is well named,’ she thought sizing up his dark eyes, slicked back black hair just streaked with grey, when he turned around, she pursed her lips, he even had narrow hips and a rolling gait. ‘No siree, this is no friend of Rose.’

Victor and Lucas exchanged a few sharp words, then Victor nodded, and the old woman clearly heard him say, “Go get her.”

‘I do not like this’ thought Granny, slipping the chain guard on the door as she rushed to the back of the house and double bolted the kitchen door. Then she opened the door to her larder and hunkered down behind the big sacks of potatoes and flour. ‘If only there was a way of warning Little Red’. She smiled at the memory of the nickname, taken from that old Grimm’s tale and for the very same reason. Rose always liked to wear a hood, whether it was on a cape, or a jacket, even her summer t-shirts had a hood attached and there was always some hint of red in it.

She heard the shattering of a glass. ‘They’ve broken in. if I sit really still and steady my heart they’ll not find me. I should have brought the axe in here with me. If Rose doesn’t come, they will probably leave. Oh heavens! My biscuits!’

“Granny, ohh granny!” she heard Victor Lapin call out in that deep voice of his, to which he’d added a little-boy lilt. “Don’t hiiiide, I will find yoooou”

His boots thudded on the tiles of her kitchen floor. Granny held her breath. But her heart echoed in her ears as the sound of his boots came closer to the larder.

“Mmmm!” he said, “biscuits! How nice of you granny. Where are you granny? Blast! These biscuits smell so good and strong I can’t smell anything else. Can you?”

‘Oh God! There’s another one with him. I can’t handle two of them.’ And for the first time Granny wished she could have locked the larder door. But her heartbeat steadied as she heard the sound of his boots retreat further away from the door.

There was a muffled response from the other man.

The next thing she heard was Rose screaming, “What have you done with my Granny? Let me go!”

“Just give me your basket dear and I’ll leave.” Victor’s deep voice wasn’t quite so soft this time.

“There’s nothing in it, except custard and fruit and some chocolates from the town.” Rose snapped. “I thought you were a gentleman, Mr.Lapin. Why are your goons handling me like this?”

“All I want is your basket, Little Red.” Lapin’s voice had an edge to it that was almost menacing.

Granny had by now crept up to the larder door and was peering through the cracks in its slats. She could see Rose standing in the centre of the kitchen, one man, the one she thought was Lucas had his hand on Rose’s arm and was squeezing it tight. He was burly and heavy featured; his eyes were drawn into a narrow squint and his big nose twitched.

The other man was lean and slightly built with narrow shoulders and a long face and chin. He leaned against the broken kitchen window where the door now stood ajar. His bushy eyebrows were drawn as he appeared to be looking at his own slender fingers, while casting his eyes around

Lapin had his back to Granny and Rose was across from him.

“Why don’t you just give me your basket?” he asked Rose. As he turned to Lucas and said, “Let go of her arm Lucas, she can’t do anything now.”

Lucas released his grip of the girl’s arm and she turned and shot him a hard glare.

‘That’s the spirit! My dear’ Granny smiled grimly to herself.

“Why do you want my basket, Mr Lapin? I told you there’s nothing in it.”

“Ah, my dear, but there is. I slipped it in when I met you earlier on. So just give it to me and we’ll leave.”

“Here it is then!” Rose said as she flung the basket at Lapin. The custard splashed against his face blinding him.

Lucas lunged forward to grab Rose’s arm when Granny flew out of the larder with her .22LR in her hand she shot him in the chest killing him instantly.

Lapin having wiped his eyes grabbed Granny’s arm, but his hands were still slippery from the custard so she twisted round and rammed the butt of the revolver against his nose.

“Red! The biscuits,” Granny shouted.

The third man rushed towards them but Rose had by now grabbed the rolling pin and she swung it with both hands against his face cracking his jaw and then grabbing the pot holder she opened the oven door and smashed the hot baking tray, biscuits and all, onto Lapin’s head, while Granny shot him in the knee to prevent any further assaults.

Granny looked at Rose. “Call the police,” she said quite out of breath by now.

“Let’s tie these fellows up, first. Granny keep that gun at their heads.”

Rose rushed into the larder, where she knew granny kept the rope, and trussed Lapin and his third accomplice together back to back. Then she called the police while granny put on some water for coffee.

Just then Victor Lapin gained consciousness. He looked at Rose, narrowed his eyes and said, “I will get you some day, Little Red.”

“No,” said Granny with a knowing smile, “You never will, Mr Lapin. That’s not how this story goes.”

“What do you mean, Granny?” asked Little Red.

“Child,” said granny, with a knowing smile, “you really should know your own folk tales and legends. And know them well.”

Just then the police cars came up, their sirens flashing.

After they’d taken Lapin and his accomplice and Lucas’ body, the inspector turned to Granny, “You need to be careful, lady. These men are known to be dangerous robbers and are in fact wanted for a recent robbery.”

“It was self-defence,” Granny asserted, “He was attacking my granddaughter.”

“There will be a hearing, but yes we can testify that it was self defence, we can see that.”

After they’d left, Granny turned to Rose, “Did they really put something in your basket, dear?”

Little Red smiled quietly as she dangled a beautiful diamond pendant that had been concealed under her jacket all along.

Wolves & The Color Red

His mad eyes behind the bushes glanced at the hunters one by one, there were too many of them. ‘Mama was right, after all.’ He thought, his fur grazed the branches he hid in, his spine one with the curves they drew. He had to remain quiet or else he would alert them to his whereabouts too soon.

“Nothing here, Sir!” Said one of the hunters reporting to the hideous looking man in the middle of the armed group. The hideous man nodded, the moonlight skirting upon his face, illuminating the deep scars on his skin. Those were the marks of his kind, just as the cloak he wore; it was unmistakably wolf skin, draped around his shoulders like a common sheet.

“Look closely, Henri! He’s here…I can feel it!” Said the man in the wolf skin, he hardly noted how their kind spoke but years of being their prey made him know their tongue all too well. The wolf in the bushes was still, unwavering in his need to survive this, for any little movement of his paws would alert them to his whereabouts.

“Sir, the trail leads down to Mrs Fouchette’s cottage.” Shouted another hunter.

“That is exactly why we are here, you imbecile, just find the cursed animal!” Hissed the man in the wolf skin, striding towards the loud hunter with murderous intent.

Mrs Fouchette, had it coming or ‘Grandmother’ as the unconscious redhead called her, ahhh curses! If only he had gotten to the girl before her screams were heard, perhaps then he wouldn’t be in this current predicament.

Suddenly, all stood still, he heard it too, his brothers call for him, the cursed animal these humans sought shivered at the intensity of the sounds his kind made, they were close to where he was.

AWUUUOOOO! They howled, the sound of their paw steps coming closer and closer, rushing into the sinister forest to where he hid, they growled low, while the humans beyond him turned over and over, their useless sight did not register where his brothers were, but he could; they were around them, their red eyes glittered in the darkness and suddenly all turned gruesome.

They pounced, their lethal claws drawn, their snares against the horrified expressions of the hunters until their teeth found flesh, and he watched enraptured, seduced by the screams they made as beast fed on human, they colored his vision with the sight of blood, torn flesh beckoned his senses, drawing him forward to the deviant feast they made, the branches fell away as he exposed himself, his black fur a sign of his royal bearing, his eyes as green as the dark leafy branches around him, his eyes looked upon the fallen would be hunters with inner gloating, his chest drawing breath as he too howled to the moon in praise of their victory over the dreaded two legged creatures. He saw some of their victims twitch at the legs, only to draw the wolves back to gouge at the fallen men with their sharp fangs. Celestina, Dram, and Gunner had come for him, their bodies larger than the common wolves; their fangs like his; overlapped their canine lips except theirs were marked with blood that dripped down the forest floor.

“Did you do it?” Celestina asked him, her snarl made his erect ears twitch, she was the deadliest of all.

“ I did.” He replied, his green eyes on her crazed red gaze.

“Where is she? Where is she?” She asked stepping forward, excitement for her next kill.

Dram and Gunner remained a few paces back indulging in the torn bits of the hunters they had over thrown.

“Colban, I need to see her…give her to me!” Growled Celestina her eyes on the branches behind him, her powerful snout sniffing his catch despite the blood in the air.

He had caught their tormentor, the witch, the girl in the red cloak that made them prey to the worthless lot of humans, she had designed their lives for them, a contract she had made with the forces of the underworld so that they would never see sunlight or day, nothing but this pit of darkness she allowed for them.

And when he had cornered her, threatened her to reverse it, she screamed for her grandmother, the ancient witch that had trained her to her ways. The treacherous thing made him the villain while she fainted to the ground; he had barely gotten out of there with the girl draped on his back. She had been light, her scent was that of a young girl but not a child, it was those awkward human years that turned these creatures into the most horrendous acts.

Mrs Fouchette tracked him with gunshots of course, followed by the hunters on horses, shooting at him as if he was a common fox fresh out of a hen house. But the red-cloaked girl had fashioned them to adapt well in the darkness, and he had used her cursed gift to his advantage, it had been the perfect clearing, the perfect hiding place to commence watch on what had happened.

The girl stirred, and he heard the leaves beneath her crack as she moved, humans had no stealth when it came to movement, they announced their existence in loud ways that offended the wild. Colban watched as Celestina fell on her in an instant, drawing the girl’s wide blue eyes in full alertness. “Don’t…Please…I didn’t mean it!” She wept, as she slid further and further away from Celestina’s grip, until her back came against a tree bark behind her. The black Colban watched, as Celestina drew her claws over the girl’s leg, exposed from beneath her thick skirt, she did not mar her skin yet, but simply graze her thigh in a threatening manner. “Give it back, you witch!” Celestina growled, her crazed red gaze against the girl’s wet blue eyes. What Celestina meant by ‘It’ was their lives, but she did not pronounce it well in her elation, for wolf to human tongue did not translate as smoothly for her.

The girl was weeping as they surrounded her, her slim shoulders shook, sending her long red hair to weave about her form, the red cloak fell away down her back onto the dirt flooring of the dark forest, and slowly her girlish voice thickened as she continued to cry. “I don’t want to…”She wept, her voice visibly changing from the desperate whimpers into something other worldly, frenzied. “Idon’twant! Idon’twant!” She chorused in that rabid, diabolical tone, his brothers took a step back wary of the creature beyond them, and bit by it, the girl’s fair skin fell away, exposing the monster within her.

The scarlet snake, a giant serpent that enveloped the clearing they stood in, its eyes as icy as its heart, and they jumped in union as it’s poisoned fangs drew to attack. It cackled and swayed, as they too drew their fangs to gap menacingly.

His mother had been right about this too, she had foreseen tonight’s events in her visions and had warned him that a danger would come that would trigger light and darkness to collide. He had assumed that they were the darkness his mother spoke of until now; the beast beyond them slithered from side to side, it’s eyes taking note of their numbers in a calculating manner that unnerved him, he abhorred the footless beings just as much as he did humans, but these were harder to asses, they made very little sound and were much harder to read in battle. Nevertheless, he was the prince of his pack, and a true wolf never cowered.

The snake lunged its long form towards Celestina first, its fangs bit into her ginger back mercilessly while his sister cried out in helpless pain, the snake shook her from side to side, her fangs penetrated her thick fur to her actual flesh, it had marked her as the most powerful and had seen to it that she die first. They Growled and barked in fury, their eyes narrowing as they watched the cursed creature throw away their sister like refuse, she fell on the bushes, her face to them, her eyes blank with nothing but darkness, her ginger fur drenched with her blood.

Gunner lunged then, his crazed paw work shaking the ground as he scratched the snake’s exposed front, the most prone to their attacks for it’s back was as hard as rock and their fangs and claws could never penetrate it, Gunner’s attack served to draw their sharp attacks into the most suitable spot. Dram came next, his fangs sunk into the snakes exposed front while Gunner circled it in an effort to distract it. Lastly it was his turn, the black Colban, he and his brothers jumped upon the swaying snake still reeling from their brutal scarring.

His fangs sunk into it’s chest, while his brothers captured it at the throat, they drew it backwards until it swayed and fell upon it’s back, Dram and Gunner bit abundantly upon their killer’s throat, while he dug into it’s skin like a dog to dirt, drawing it’s blue blood to pour over him, until he finally saw it; the repulsive heart that was beating under the skin. He tore at it, while the snake screeched maddeningly to the black heavens. The dark heart he had between his teeth shattered and fell in worthless lumps of blackness upon the blood-muddied floor.

They were finally saved, the skies lit a thousand colors above them, never had they seen more light, while he watched the heavens twinkle and move in clouds of color, his brothers moved towards their dead sister pulling her down from the harsh bushes. The did it, but not without a casualty, for the black heart of their nemesis would never allow the darkness of their world to fade without one of their own as payment.

Celestina had died well, and as they dragged her battered body down the shimmering pathway towards their home, they heard the unmistakable mocking laughter of the girl in the red cloak behind them followed by her sickening, jovial voice saying, “Let’s meet again, Mr. wolf.”

Now for the poll

NOTE: This poll is now closed. The winners are:

1st Place: Red Riding Hood

2nd Place: Red on Grey

3rd Place: Wolves & The Colour Red

Congratulations to our entrants and thanks everyone for your votes!

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