|Little Dead Riding Hood
Author: Lizard1856 PM
A new twist on the classic Little Red Riding Hood.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Suspense - Words: 1,147 - Published: 10-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064576
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Once upon a time . . .
There was a young girl by the name of Red Riding Hood
Red Riding Hood was a very young, sweet, and very beautiful girl whom everyone instantaneously fell in love with upon meeting. People would do anything for the munificent little girl, especially her grandmother. One day, her grandmother presented her with a little riding hood of red velvet, which she loved so much that she refused to wear anything else, thus being named "Red Riding Hood".
Red riding hood came from a family that was well known for their munificence, even to complete strangers. So it did not come across as a surprise to anybody that Red would be just as generous, if ever not more, as her parents.
One day her mother said to her "Come, my little Red. Here is a piece of chocolate cake and a large bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother; she is ill and weak, for she has been infected with the Plague; as they should ease her horrible pain. Now go and come right back, before twilight comes and the wild animals set out to hunt. Keep quiet, do not stray from the path, and always watch your back."
"I shall do exactly as you say mother. I will not let you down."
"That's my girl."
Her grandmother lived wayyyy out in the woods. Almost a two-day trip from where Red lived. As Red started out into the woods, she came across a wolf.
"Good day to you, little red riding hood."
"Thank you very much, kind wolf."
"Where are you off to, so early in the morning?"
"My grandmother's house, she lives across the river by the Realm of White Trees."
"Yeah, I know the place, what have you got there in your apron?"
"Cake and wine, my grandmother seems to have been infected with the Plague and my mother said this would ease her horrible pain."
"The Plague? Maybe you should bring her some flowers too, to help cheer her up."
Red turned around to thank the wolf for the wonderful idea, but he had vanished. So she kept to the path, searching for some wonderful flowers for her grandmother.
When she reached the river she had to cross in order to get to her grandmother's house, she saw an aggregate of beautiful, colorful, happy-smelling flowers growing along the bank that would surely cheer her up. 'I'll only be but a second.' Red thought to herself. But her mother's last words before she left still came to mind: "if you stray from the path you will surely get lost, eaten alive, and your remains will be shredded to pieces." Before long, Red had an armful of gorgeous flowers that she knew would make her grandmother happy. Red looked around and realized the path was nowhere near, she had gotten lost. She walked around for a while to see if she could find the path again, instead, she found a shortcut that she had taken many times before when she had gotten lost. Little Red hadn't paid much attention to the sudden disappearance of the wolf and didn't seem to think much of it, but little did she know; the wolf was more than a few steps ahead of her and a whole lot smarter than people gave him credit for.
The wolf raced to the grandmother's house and knocked on the door.
"Who is there?"
"Little Red" replied the wolf.
"I've brought you some cake, wine, and an armful of prolific flowers"
"Lift the latch then, my dear. I am too sick to get up"
The wolf lifted the latch, leapt in one great bound to the bed in which she was laying and devoured her completely whole before a scream could even escape her throat. The wolf put on her clothes, closed the curtains, closed the door, and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers up to his nose. Not five minutes later, Red came knocking at the door.
"Grandmother, it's Little red riding hood."
"Come in!" the wolf called out in a high voice.
"Oh! Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear you with, my dear."
"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see you with, my dear."
"But grandmother, what big hands you have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my prodigy"
"But, grandmother. What prodigious teeth, you have….."
"All the better to EAT you with!"
The wolf leapt from the bed and tied the little girl to a chair and put a rolled up apron over her mouth, as not to alert any passing hunters.
"But, first I must torture you, my dear."
The wolf smiled cruelly, revealing several rows of dagger-like teeth, laughing demonically.
"You humans taste much better when your veins are filled with fear."
The wolf disappeared momentarily into the kitchen, coming back with a large knife in one hand, and several spices in the other. Reds eyes widened in fear and horror. The wolf lazily circled around her; with each circle he would add a new slice upon her body and dump an assortment of spices all over her; like a feast preparation.
Red was bargaining for her life now.
"There will be a great proliferation," she mumbled around the apron.
"As the word of my death proliferates to my village"
"That can't happen if you don't live to tell the tale…"
"NO! Please, don't!"
Red cried exasperatedly.
"I've stressed quite a plethora about the possibility of your escape, or anyone finding about you and your grandmothers death…"
The wolf pondered his thoughts quite meticulously, and little red riding hoods eyes overflowed with sadness while tears poured down her cheeks.
"But," the wolf sighed
"I was wrong to doubt myself!"
The wolf dropped all the items he had in his hands onto the ground when he was satisfied with the results, tore off the old woman's clothes, and slowly backed up all the way across the room against the door. He tore across the room and leaped into the air, jaws aimed for her head and neck area. The little girl didn't have time to scream before the wolf attacked her. Only her body remained. Blood spattered everywhere, and the snapping of her spine echoed throughout the room.
The wolf licked his lips after he had taken care of Red and he slowly wandered back to her headless body that was still strapped to the chair; reached into the apron pocket, and retrieved the cake and wine.
"Thank you, little red riding hood."
"No need to squander such a delightful treat as this."
After the wolf finished his snacks, he fled the house, leaving the remains of the girl behind for one of his brothers.