Pretty in Red and in the MoonlightA Chapter by ReaperChapter One: Pretty in Red and in the Moonlight Endless days of night. Ever since the candles were blown out a few days ago. Those days were so precious but yet now just memories in the minds of the whole human race. Now each day the light lasts for a few hours at best. But every day was coupled something way worst, a long night of full moon never wanting to leave the skyline and like clockwork returned every night. The fields hold unlimited feet of the whitest snow. This whole area is a wasteland of snow. Almost all of it untouched during the days. In between all of this snow is extremely tall green pine trees. One field in particular was the site of much action lately. This snowy field was the main barrier and travel grounds between the towns of Alexandria and Arbor. Each two filled with the seemingly last hopes of humanity. At
this moment in time, a covered up person is walking back from the town of Arbor
to go back to home in Alexandria. The person just pushes their way through the
snow with a little difficult. The person’s red cloak flies up a bit at the
slight breeze of the dusk wind. The red cloaked figure starts up its pace because it knows it may not back in back to safe walls of town of Alexandria which was lead the passionate leader of Granny Claire. The figure runs and runs, desperately trying to make it to Granny’s house for safety. Silver ninja stars hit a tree on the outside of the town. The tree is scarred from months being target practice. The black figure uses its force to really sink the stars in its target. The grey clouds disappear and all hell is about to be set loose when the full moonlight fills the land with its light and power. Both figures in separate but near location hear the most dreaded sound in their lives. A howl. The mighty howl rings out, followed lower stronger one. It’s hunting time for the wolves. The red cloaked figure runs almost near the town. The figure knows it could make it, well maybe. Suddenly there is crash in front of the red cloaked figure. Standing there in power stance is horribly drooling creature of the night. The creature with all its wolf might howls straight into the figure’ face. If that wasn’t bad enough, a crash behind is heard and when the figure turns to look there is dark brown werewolf already bloody from an earlier meal. The red cloaked figure goes to pull its knife but doesn’t want to move or attack. It is frozen in the fear of death. The second beast howls in the figure’s face as the smell of dead lamb hits the figure’s nose. The black cloak figure hears the closer howl from the field and takes off towards it. Fearing it may be too late. The cloak flies up at the speed of the figure running as blonde locks of hair get catch up in the wind. A shiny silver
ninja star hits the beast in the throat as the black cloak figured comes out
the cover of the green forest. The figure speeds up and draws the samurai sword
from the strap on her back. The figure jumps and stabs the doggish beast of a wolf in the face. It’s blood sprays all over the untouched white snow. The figure grips the black ivory handle and plunges the sword deep into the beast’s chest. It howls out in pain. As the second beast ignore the red figure and starts its attack on the back of the black figure. The black turns in time to dodge but fails to pull its weapon from the other wolf. The giant grey wolf with terrible yellow eyes stares down the black figure. It’s thick and ugly red tongue lick its lips knowing it has an easy meal. But the beast
can’t move. As the red figure twist and turns its fingers in direction of the
beast. The force of the
movement of the red figure’s movement’s start to pain the beast as it howl out
in utter pain. The red figure violently moves its fingers and hands till it slams its hands together.
The beast falls to the floor as the slam as completely smash its heart killing the beast once and for all. The red figure throws off its hood allowing its semi long black as night hair out. The figure looks over at the black cloaked figure with its crimson red eyes and speaks. “Did I do good Alice?” © 2012 ReaperReviews
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Added on March 20, 2012Last Updated on March 20, 2012 AuthorReaperIn Wonderland with Alice, ARAboutI may not write as much but any void I need to fill is full with love of my wonderful wife. more..Writing
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