What If the Wolf Wasn't Red Riding Hood's Big Bad?

This retelling of a classic fairy tale takes a completely different path over the river and through the Wood...

 

Excerpt from 

Ruby Hood, 

A Twistedly True Tale

By Aspen Hite

The minute the group of Otherly Naturals was alone, Ruby Hood, hardly able control her breath spun on her heels as her crimson cloak flapped around her, “What did Kayla do to my grandmother? And where is this daughter of yours?”

Mayor Wolf and his wife exchanged a long meaningful look that spoke volumes.

“Look, there’s no doubt Kayla’s a powerful Lycan, more than we were expecting really. And we won’t deny she has some issues, but it’s not…” The mayor paused, turning to the stairwell, just as his son waltzed through.

“Kay’s secure,” said Kellan to his father, but his eyes lingered on Ruby.

“Thank goodness,” Kassandra exhaled, bringing her hand her to heart in relief.

“Good, then she needs to be held accountable for what she’s done to my Grams and…” Ruby turned to Dylan, “What did you call it? Otherly Natural law?”

“Yes, accountability is the very least she needs. Personally, I think she should be put down like the rabid dog she is, to keep everyone safe, of course,” said Dylan, opening his jacket to display the large knife, he usually had strapped to his leg. A public establishment is not the place to broadcast a lethal weapon in Woodsville.

“Look Hunter,” The mayor growled, “this really isn’t your business.”

“As the Huntsman my Grams called to deal with your mess, I think it is.” Ruby retorted, although she had to admit, the words didn’t feel right.

“And Miss Hood,” The sharpness of the Mayor Wolf’s voice startled Ruby. “Not only am I afraid your anger is misplaced, but it’s clear you misunderstand the enormity of what we’re dealing with here, like I was saying…”

 “Takes powerful magic to spell a Guardian…” Kassandra interrupted.

“Very powerful, indeed,” The mayor nodded and continued, “And quite possibly Kayla might have that kind of power one day, but not at this time.  Whatever has come here, whatever has spelled your Grams to sleep, is something much more powerful and much scarier, than my daughter I’m afraid.”

“Well then, what the hell is it?” Ruby stacked her hands on her hips, but fright crept into the nook and crannies of her mind. If Kayla wasn’t the villain, then who or what was it? And what about her grandmother?

“I have a team working on a few theories, and each one…” the mayor’s voice trailed off as his shoulders stiffened and his eyes widened. He exchanged a look of horror with his family.

The Wolfs mirrored each other, each alert and ready to pounce. Ruby shuddered. They were suddenly menacing and scary. She didn’t want to imagine what they looked like in their beastly form.

“It can’t be…” Kassandra, her voice choked in alarm, adjusted her scarf over her nose, “Jed, tell me I’m wrong…”

“What is that…smell?” Kellan’s eye watered as he tucked his nose into his collar, “Jeez.”

“Damnit,” cursed the mayor, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to cover his own nose, “You’re not wrong, Kass…damnit,” He said again, his voice was strained with dread, “that odor… it’s unmistakable…putrid…the nose-burning scent of … Unnaturalness…and with it.. unspeakable horrors will follow...”

What if Red Riding Hood had a Power?

Excerpt from: Ruby Hood, A Twistedly True Tale

By Aspen Hite

In a sudden hurry, Ruby took the steps to the second floor two at a time. Did she move faster than before or was that her imagination? Ruby reached the top and she heard it.

Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack.

There, in the upper level waiting room of the hospital, paced Kassandra Wolf.

Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack.

Maybe it wasn’t just the woman. Maybe it was her urgency. Maybe it was her smooshed-up face or her furrowed brow. Maybe it was her perfect salon blonde hair, even during a crisis. Maybe it was her insane daughter. Or maybe it was simply the noise of her high heels.

Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack. Clickity-clack.

A blue ball suddenly roared to life in Ruby’s hand. Her eyes ignited and she wanted nothing more than to lunge at the woman before her, pummeling her with powerful orbs, letting all her anger and frustration go.

A tug on her arm her sent her backwards a few steps and brought her back to the here and now.

Dylan’s voice was low and forceful, “Ruby, I get it. But this is a public place, and you have to control yourself. Concentrate. Focus.”

Ruby nodded, listening to the Huntsman. The blue sphere extinguished with a mere thought. She squared her shoulders, smoothed her cloak, and walked into the waiting room.

“Well, Little Miss Hood,” Kassandra greeted, with an overdramatic curtsy, “or should a say, Guardian.”

The sound of the woman's condescending voice, sent Ruby into a rage. Suddenly an angry tidal wave swelled within and she felt her control slipping,  “Your daughter will pay for what’s she’s done...”

“Silly girl, Kayla had nothing to do with your Grams…well mostly not, but you see…” The woman interrupted.

“I was talking,” Ruby seethed. Something took over; something she could not control. Her voice deepened and menacing words spewed out. “Kayla will pay for what she did, not just to my Grams, but also to my friend Lily.”

“Who?” The rivets in Kassandra’s forehead deepened.

 “Ladies, let’s take a step back,” Dylan’s voice was tight, like it pained him to speak, “There’s a lot to discuss, and I think we all know this isn’t the place.”

 “I don’t often agree with a Hunter, but when I do, he’s right,” Mayor Wolf waltzed in, the lapels of his trench flapping behind him.  “Besides, Ruby, your mother is coming.”