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The story of Little Red Riding Hood had past through the minds of both old and new. Those who lived next door to her family and even those who lived miles away thought of nothing but of the girl who ended the reign of the Big Bad Wolf. Some felt pride with hearing that the little girl in red bested the bane of their existence. Some felt pity for the youth, knowing that paranoia would soon overcome her as it did with them. All were to ignorant to see that such a happy affair could end in such heartbreak.
On the eve of that noteworthy day, Harrison Reid promised her mother on her incoming trip that she’d come back in one piece. She was just a child, her mother thought. The whole situation felt nauseous for both mother and daughter, both knowing that the beady eyes of dread hung tightly upon their heads.
Her mother had noticed the fresh wounds along her body when Reid crawled back but failed to realize the severity of the cuts. They weren’t that of claws; they were of teeth. Despite this, Reid’s mother saw the cuts as nothing more than cuts and patched them up within the hour. Within the next, Reid succumbed to her wounds and left her mother childless once again.
Reid had died from naught of pain or the deepness of the cut, but of the disease known as lycanthropy. It had festered too quickly throughout the child’s system which caused Reid’s blood pressure to skyrocket. Her body couldn’t handle the painful transformation, too frail and too young to be able to carry the weight that burden.
The story of Little Red Riding Hood had ended and with it a new chapter began anew for the troubled youth. Even as her body decomposed the lycanthropy still spread. It finally finished it’s infliction when the last clump of dirt had covered the first citizen and future gatekeeper of Newshire Town Cemetery.
Though as she laid upon the graves of both poor and wealthy, Reid knew that the beast that had turned her into this vessel of divine protection was still out there. She would always smell him, lurking within the shadows of her home but never daring to pass through it. She wanted him to show himself, if only for a minute, just to say the two words that had sunken themselves into her since the start of her new life.
Just to say: Thank you.