The story
you’ve been told about the little girl in the red cloak, I can tell you now
that it was all completely wrong. I am the one they call little red riding
hood. But I am now referred to as little dead riding hood. A zombie? No just
undead and hungry for revenge. I’m sure by now you are picturing an innocent
little child however that is not the case. I was eighteen when they killed me.
Who are they you ask? The wolves. No, not big furry growling creatures with
blood stained teeth that you would never want to encounter alone. No, the
animals are much kinder than the wolves I speak of. They are government hired
hunters to kill the poor, they are monsters, murderers, and they think they
can do no wrong. They have a list of the poor families. They target them,
going down the line in alphabetical order. They kill off the men of the house
first, knowing that with them gone, the family would crumble like pastries.
They killed my father and my older brother Zachary while they were
hunting. they killed my mother and
grandmother while I was at the market with my sister Joanna, who was but five
years of age. We came home only to see our mother and grandmother lying dead
and bleeding on the cold floor of our cabin, fear and terror permanently
staining their faces. My first instinct was to grab Joanna and run into the
woods for safety, and so I ran and ran Joanna at my hip. I realized this was a mistake after seeing my father and Zachary
motionless on the forest floor. Deep crimson staining the perfect white snow
that surrounded them with sin. All of the sudden a hand tore Joanna from me.
It was them! They tore her from me took her away. I could not imagine what
horrible sins they forced upon her. It took four to kill me and I screamed but sadly help
came too late to keep me alive. With the corner of my eye, I seen him and with
my dying breath I uttered his name, Lucas. He had it worst of all his father
was a wolf, Lucas didn’t even consider him a father and he hated himself for
his existence, the cold crimson flowing
through his veins. His mother was considered a traitor, even after the wolf
left them. She hung herself the night of my family’s demise. Taking one last
look at him, realizing that I was unwillingly killing my best friend. No not a
physical wound, seeing me lie there helplessly tore him up inside. I knew I
shouldn’t have screamed for help, maybe he wouldn’t be the way he was when I
woke mysteriously . I found him hanging on the branch of the tree beside me. I
knelt down and I tried to cry but no tears would come. I ran to the edge of
the water and gazed down at my reflection. I look the same, death made my eyes
perhaps a bit darker, as if I were wearing lots of eyeliner and my skin just a
shade paler but though my reflection lacked it, I knew I was a monster. I
walked back to the spot of my demise where Lucas still hung. There were dead
wolves on the snow. I took their weapons and went off to the town. I freed all
of the citizens of the tyranny that loomed over them. Before I disappeared
from them again, I looked into the eyes of an innocent young child she starred
at me refusing to take my blood stained hand. It was true I was still a
monster no matter what. I fled to the woods and tears began to fall from my
eyes as I smeared the blood on the snow. Snow, I could feel it, cold in my
hands. I ran to the water’s edge once again. I had become human again. I was
once again Adina Fields. I felt weak and tired, knowing I was fading back to
my demise, I curled up in the snow and waited, waited to see mother, father,
grandmother, Zachary and Joanna all waiting. Would they think bad thoughts of
me for the sins I have created or praise me as a hero for freeing the village
of tyranny. I didn’t care anymore, more than ever at that moment all I wanted
was to be home. I seen the iridescence unfolding in front of me and felt
myself fade into unconsciousness.
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