Red Riding Hood Sissi Nylia Benita
Once upon a time in the 21-th century there lived a lovely girl whose favourite colour was crimson red. It was kind of ironical since her name was Crimson Scarlet Woodson. In her half braided hair she always wore a red ribbon.
One day heading home from a long day at her high school she passed a dark alley. Usually it was empty but this one time she heard muffled screams. Usually in books this is the part where the main character does something stupid and this story is no exception.
She walked into the alley. She saw two guys, one was on the ground covered in bruises and blood whilst the other was mocking and kicking him. The guy on the ground saw her and pleaded for help but of course the beater eventually saw her too.
He talked in a mocking voice: ”Now what might a pretty young lady be looking for here?”. Crimson wasted no time and dialled the police behind her back.
She tried to slowly bring the phone to her ear but the violent guy was too fast and kicked her. Luckily for her the police was still on the line and heard her cries. „Please stop,” she begged.
„I don`t think we`ve met. I`m Alphan, Alphan Wolf and mercy is not in my dictionary”. Alphan kicked her once more. Then they heard a police siren. „I always finish what I start, little lady,” he growled and ran off.
Crimson crawled to the guy still lying on the ground just as an officer walked up to them. Once the officers were done questioning them they wanted to call an ambulance for the injured guy, but he wouldn`t let them.
When the police left, Crimson stayed with him. „What`s your name?” she asked. „Hunter Blade, but you can just call me Hunter. And you are?”
"Crimson Scarlet Woodson, just Crimson is fine. Oh and hi” Crimson looked at her watch and quickly got up. „I`m sorry but I have to run. Are you going to be ok?” she asked whilst wiping the dust off her clothes.
„I`ll be fine” he said and pulled himself up. When Crimson got home it was already dark and luckily for her, her mom was sleeping. The next morning she braided her hair tying them together with her red ribbon.
She went downstairs to the kitchen where her mom had left her a note. The note read:
„I am sorry I forgot to tell you but, granny Grace is expecting you today. I left the cake and wine in the fridge. Since you tend to get lost easily please remember that she lives in the old wooden house just one and a half mile walk from the highway sign, through the forest. XOXO, mom!
Crimson quickly took an old shopping bag. Whilst putting the cake and wine in the bag she saw that the jacket she had been wearing in the alley was torn. Luckily she had her old red coat. Pulling thaton, she left the house.
She didn`t even notice when her mom´s letter fell out, nor did she see the young man with a mischievous grin picking it up.
Crimson was already half way trough the forest when she heard a branch crack and a familiar voice: ” You do realize that young girls with red coats tend to attract wolves?” It was Hunter.
Still baffled, Crimson managed to answer: “I think my heart literally stopped for a while there”. If you put aside the little scare, Crimson and Hunter had lots of fun, just talking for a hour.
But as we all know all good things come to an end. Suddenly out of the blue something knocked Crimson to the ground. It was Alphan. “Well isn`t this a sight for sore eyes - little miss red riding hood, hunter and the big bad wolf.”
He punched Hunter who fell to the ground. “Crimson, run!” said Hunter. Crimson ran, she ran like she had never ran before.
Finally at her grandmother`s house, completely out of breath she fell to her knees and started banging at the door. The door opened. Grace quickly helped Crimson inside and asked her what had happened. Crimson summed up everything from the alley to the house.
“But I still have no idea how Alphan found me,” she said. Taking the cake and wine out of the bag, it hit her. “The letter!? Where is it?” Searching through her pockets she realized she must have dropped it and Aplhan must have picked it up.
They went into the kitchen and ate some cake. Grace excused herself and went to her bedroom. She came back with a baseball bat. “Honey, I prefer if you walk back home with this. You know, just in case Alphan attacks you again.”
Crimson took the bat and placed it next to the tall kitchen table. “Don`t you have any more juice?” Crimson asked. “Yes, I`ll go get some.” She left the kitchen.
Five minutes passed, ten, finally after fifteen minutes Crimson got up to go check if everything was all right. Crimson stepped through the kitchen door and screamed. Just next to the fireplace was lying her dear granny.
The kitchen door slammed shut. “Just a tad late, as usual little Red Riding Hood,” said a mocking voice behind her, a voice she knew far too well. She tried to turn around, but Alphan was faster kicking her back.
Crimson fell to the ground. Through gritted teeth she said: “I am NOT Red Riding Hood,� still laughing Alphan didn`t notice how fast she got up. She slammed her fist into his jaw and kicked him in his knee.
She ran towards the kitchen to go get the baseball bat but the door was jammed. Alphan got up and pulled her against him, holding a knife against her throat. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Every wolf loves a good chase,” he retorted. Suddenly they heard a gunshot. Alphan´s body went limp and fell to the ground. Standing in the doorway was Hunter and just behind him in the distance were two cops running towards the house.
The rest was a blur for Crimson, but she did understand that Grace was going to be ok and that she needed to go to the police station later. The policemen asked her to come with them but she decided to walk back with Hunter.
“How did you know where I was going?” she asked Hunter. “That was fate,” said Hunter laughing. “Oh, and how do you know how to fire a gun?” Hunter started laughing
“My dad and I are Huntsmen. We hunt wolves.” He took Crimson´s hand and they walked back to the city. Oh and about Alphan, yeah he didn`t die but turned out he was on the police´s most wanted list, so he`ll be doing a lot of jail time.
THE END