Prologue

This is the prologue to the take on little red riding hood.

Click, clack, click went red shoes on the bend of the stony path. And as those little plain Jane’s danced upon obsidian, the dead trees danced with the swift entrance of wind. The slender branches rattling, sounding like nails going down wood walls, echo’d almost in tune with the strange red shoes. But, ever more interesting than the waltz of wood, pine, and dead brown leaves, was the swift and steady pull of fog upon the girls little red cape.

                

Once again the wind howls loudly. Forcing up her cape, her little white skirt, and her cream petticoat. And for just a moment, those little porcelain spun legs dance away from an oncoming tree branch.

                

Clatter, goes the little girl's box of mahogany and gold embellishments….

                

She stands idle, if only for an instant, with delicate pink painted nails gripping at nothing…which were being covered by fine gray fog.  A tear, silver and star like falls, touching rose colored lips. Soon after, wiped away by lace, and flower embroidered hands.  Her hands, thereafter, are caught by a strange lock of black. Smooth as silk, and long-stretching to the small of her back- it entangles itself within her hand.

 

                Abruptly, Boom, Boom, boom! The thunder rings. But, not much for common sense, the lone girl sits there, while sepia rain pours down upon her slender frame.

 

                Her knees painted with blood and dirt, causes her pull a lone black handkerchief from her pocket. Not that it mattered much, as the rain would handle that…

                At that time, it enters from the fog. Big, and black, and savage. Growling not out of anger, but out of hunger. She turns around to hear where the growl came from. But, sees nothing. Yet, she felt it. It was menacing. How it seeped beneath her pores like chilled liquid spilling forth over her body. It took away her breath, leaving in its wake weak gasps.

                

Thump, Thump, Thump, went her little heart. She fell back, with hair splayed out. Then, she felt the coldness, dissipate before the unexpected wave of heat by her ear. The warmth wet, and sweet clung to her little head, like pouring syrup on cleaned flesh. She was foolish, and idle laying there with eyes shut, as it began pouring saliva on her. Growling ever the more….

                

Her body shook, and heaved. Nonetheless, her eyes closed as she was a veteran to this. This game was to be played between her and it. So, she waited for it to finally speak.

               

  Thereafter, it gently lowered its muzzle, caressing her cheek with rough whiskers. Its breath washed harshly over her sensitive little ears. And she giggled.

               

  “Ha..Ha ha,” she chuckled gently into its muzzle with closed eyes.

               

  Its rough tongue, then licked her. Silencing it’s growling.  Thereafter, it laid its heavy paw against the ruffled, cream blouse she wore. As if searching, for something… Soon, she grew tired of the grand beasts play, and though she’d love if only once to look into its eyes, she knew better than to quarrel with it.

                

So, she quickly, pushed her chest into his big paw, knowing full well her pocket watch necklace would distract it. And sure it did. Catching, upon finely sharpened silver claws, the gold little trinket danced with the tinkering silver.

               

  Shortly after her little scheme worked, she rose immediately as white fangs left her ear. Nevertheless, she did so silently, listening to the far off tune of a bushy tail swishing against falling leaves. Never the more knowing was she, not to open her eyes. For she knew full well what were to befall her.

                

So, she reached about her, hoping to claim the little Mahogany box, and as her hands found it. She swallowed, and turned her head. 

                

Swish, swish, swish, and click, clack click clack, and the tail and watch danced on leaf and stone.

               

  Her hands shook, as she cradled the little box. Eyes firmly shut, yet not blind to what she had before her. The soft, emblem of a gold willow lay beneath her fingers. She waited, withheld breath, awaiting the perfect time. Waiting, simply waiting for it to leave.

                

Thump, thump, thump went her little heart. Her body arched over the little box, growing ever the tighter, waiting… just waiting.

               

  “It was now or never, “yelled her little mind. However, her little body clothed in red never opened.

               

  Suddenly, the watch rang, lightning struck, painting her eye lids in red. It howled in pain, the watch flew over her head, like a Flaming ball. Her body was thrown, against a dead oak, and her breath left her, like a tumultuous flood.

                

“hah, hah, hah…,” heaved her in shock.

              

  It was time, she reached with her cut right hand for the unscathed box lying beside her, not caring now for the consequences of opening her eyes.

               
  Onward she peered within the small little box. But, mislead was she to think so simply. The box was dark, and blue. A hue much too deep for her to peek into. So, she reached with her left hand, which was torn by the sudden violent toss. Forward she reached, and then she screeched…..

 

                “Noooo,” hollered her. As she finally knew, that it was-

                

The mind dimmed, and the trees, the stone, and the lone fog dissipated. Only leaving, the ever increasing black before us.

                

However, what I saw was nothing short of a horror. But of the lone limp figure of a girl, like a fine china doll, lain upon oak. And the charred sleeping figure of a little boy, in the fixings of a wolf. So, I left in disappointment, hoping that maybe tomorrow would fare better. And as I grasped firm iron gates in my hands-gently closing the entrance to that place which was not mine- I thought, “hmm, a Graveyard was not really the best place for children to play.”

 

Reviews

[Mysana]

Ahhhh!!! I want more! So mysterious and so interesting. Admittedly it was quite hard to understand but if that was what you were going for then you did brilliantly!

[songstress]

Thank you so much for reviewing, You have no idea how happy it makes me. I'm so, glad it has this impact on you. As for the tone of the story, I was going go a sort of ambiguous, kinda confused thing with the point of view. It was supposed to be third person, and you have the narrator viewing the whole thing as though they were there. Yet, this narrator was supposed to kind of double as this all knowing person. Hence, why you can hear the thoughts. But, if that's not what you were alluding to in the confusion could you please let me know? maybe it's the way I denote my subjects, and grammar. But, regardless, thank you.

[Mysana]

Maybe the thoughts should be in italics or something because it sounds like totally confusing. However, if this is all explained in the next chapter then I think it's fine. With that said, if you plan on not explaining it for some time you might want to work the structure. Despite the confusion I loved it!