Prologue to possible story.

aPrologue

 

The faint creaking of wooden floorboards outside of his room awakes Lipod. Lipod attempts to recall who is on guard tonight, all the while the creaking is edging closer. His room is a simple bedchamber. Containing a single bed with goose feather pillows and a thick woolen quilt. Standing by the door is a tall wardrobe that consists of one white linen shirt and some fine black trousers. The creaking is continuing to get louder. Through the only window in the room you can see into the corridor. A single torch gives a broad silhouette of the burly, Agda. Agda is one of Lipod’s guards. Him and his twin brother Agdi take it in turns to stand watch outside of the room. With the knowledge that Agda is outside, Lipod begins to ease back into a light sleep when the creaking gets even louder. Agda’s silhouette does not seem to be moving from his standing position making him almost look like a statue in front of the stained glass window. Lipod grasps at his necklace.

 

Knowing that his necklace is safe, Lipod begins to move from under the thick covers, the creaking gets even louder still. When Lipod’s foot touches the floor the creaking stops. His second foot is then placed along side. Rising from his woolen nest, Lipod stumbles over a bunch of rushes on the floor. Still with this commotion, Agda does not move. Lipod makes it halfway across his room when the large oak door opens a jar, in strolls the castle cat. Lipod calls him Jon, but his father tells him not to give a name to such a filthy creature. As Jon pads across the room, Agda’s silhouette springs into life and disappears from view followed by a large sigh when he takes his seat. Lipod copies Agda in this manner.

 

Lipod manages to get himself back under the covers, and in the right state of mind to drift into a deep sleep. Just as Lipod’s eyes close Jon then pounces on him. Lipod instantly throws Jon back down to the floor. This process is repeated until Jon finally gets the message. As Lipod opens his eyes to check if Jon is preparing for another leap the stray cat is no longer a cat. He is instead a tall, sturdy, black hooded man. Only bright blue eyes that are burning a hole in Lipod’s head are visible. The hooded man’s right hand is clutching a dagger that seems to be constantly moving, giving the impression it has a life of its own.

 

Lipod attempts to scream, instead of noise coming from his lips, blood trickles from the side. He tries again, resulting in more blood. All the while the hooded figure watches, unmoving in the shadows of the corner. Lipod begins to cry out more intently, only then does he realize that his once white, thick, woolen sheet is now a sodden, dark crimson pool of blood. As Lipod begins to drift in to that ever lasting sleep his only thoughts are on the fact he will not be able to eat his birthday celebrations in the morning.

 

As dawn vast approaches the hooded man begins to step out of the shadows, he bends over the red stained bed and rips the necklace from the lifeless corpse of Lipod. As soon as the necklace is within the firm grasp of the hooded figure a blinding light attempts to break free from his fist. Outside Agda begins to stir, he calls out “Lipod, what is that light?” before the door is opened again the stray cat has made a return. This time he is sporting a new necklace. Easily passing by the un-knowing Agda the cat exits the kill room and begins to take the stairs. At that moment he is frozen in position. No longer is he a cat, he is once again the hooded man, still unable to move. “You thought you could kill the boy and take the necklace that easily?” The burly figure of Agda is standing behind the hooded man when he replies, “nothing gets past you does it old man?” the hooded man crack open a smile and takes in a deep breath.

 

On the exhale the force that is holding him in place disappears. In one swift movement he is no longer on the stairs but instead behind Agda, clutching the old man’s hair in his large fist, the moving dagger touching his throat. Before Agda can speak the hooded man has began to move leaving a decapitated body behind, the arms of the headless body flailing, attempting to grab the shadow of a man. Patting the fresh wound at the centre of the torso, searching for the head. However, the head isn’t in sight, in fact the head is not even within the castle. It is still clutched in the fist of the hooded man as he dives through the second of three stained glass windows looking out into the courtyard. Only then is the head released, as a wing replaces the tight fist and an eagle takes form, flying into the distance with a shining pendant hanging around its feathered neck.

 

As the eagle soars towards the rising sun the falling head of Agda can only gaze in astonishment. He almost begins to smile until the ground greats him with a good morning kiss.

 

The Explosion

The Explosion

 

11:00AM

 

As the ringing alarms and hysterical screaming from students continue in a relentless battle with one another the cries for help from the injured people go unheard. Shapes and figures of people staggering can be made out through the choking smoke. James, who was closest to the blast, lies unmoving on the floor, his body in an arch from the backpack that he is wearing. The first blast came from a nearby bin, James was waiting for Harry to move on to their third class of the day, biology. Harry, was running late owing to an encounter with the headmaster. Harry arrives onto the scene in a coughing stagger; he spots James through the smoke by identifying the flashing of his iPhone that is clutched in his lifeless right hand. As Harry attempts to make his way towards the unmoving James, he is grabbed and dragged away by the newly arrived firemen. Harry kicking and screaming attempting to break free of the fireman’s hold is eventually taken into the air and rushed outside for medical care. The walls and ceiling around James’ body are beginning to crumble, bits of debris are falling all around, a crashing locker narrowly missing James’ right leg. His left leg was not so lucky, the impact of the locker crushing his leg. James doesn’t even flinch.

 

09:58AM

 

Sitting here in my advanced mathematics class with both my earphones in, Mr. Jenkins prattles on and on about stuff that I will never need to repeat when I leave this god-forsaken secondary school in three months. I notice Harry trying to attract my attention, I have to take out my left earphone to listen to what he is saying. I just hope it isn’t about those damn terrorists again, it’s all he ever seems to go on about lately. “James, did you hear?” Harry asks enthusiastically whilst completely ignoring the fact Jenkins just asked him a question “Our school is on high aler-” “MR DOLT! WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION I EXPECT AN ANSWER! I don’t expect you to turn to your friend and completely ignore me!” Mr. Jenkins has a number of veins on his head that appear when he is angry, through these veins you can gather a good idea of how angry he truly is. The vein above his left eyebrow makes an appearance whenever he shouts, that’s a standard two out of five. When both the vein above the eyebrow and the one on the left side of his neck appear which is the case now, he is about a four out of five. I have only ever seen the third vein appear once, which is located on his forehead, that was when Lilly Royce told Jenkins to go fuck himself. I haven’t seen Lilly since that day. Rumour has it that Jenkins had her killed. Personally I think she found somewhere better to waste six hours of her day five days a week. Harry answered the question correctly, as usual, making Jenkins cool down a bit, just as the bell rings for the end of our first lesson of this wonderful Friday.

 

The next lesson we have is Physical Education that lasts one hour. Harry and I usually skip the lesson and go and hide behind the bike shed with Carl and Alex. Carl and Alex are the resident big men, who are only in school because they have to be. You need to be careful what you say near the couple though, because they don’t know how to take a joke. Rumour has it once, Carl was found forcing Little Jack (he is small, his name is Jack, the creativity of the children of tomorrow) to eat red paint until his piss turned pink, because he said that Carl and Alex were gay lovers. I never truly understood why he thought red paint would make pink piss but that’s why Carl doesn’t go to lessons, because he’s stupid. However, Alex is a whole different character. This time last year he was in a private school where you had to wear a blazer, then his dad left his mum. The private school was first to go, then the blazer. Alex used to get bullied for the first three months of his life here at Brant High, until one day he turned to Carl and punched him in the face. Instead of Carl reacting, Carl took him under his wing. Since then people have tried to copy Alex in taking a swing at Carl, but it has never ended well for them.

 

As Harry and I settled down with Alex and Carl, finding the most comfortable position which usually contained the least amount of cigarette butts, Harry tried again “As I was saying earlier until that knob, Mr. Jenkins interrupted me, our school is on high aler-“ just before Harry can finish his sentence Carl backhands him around the back of the head, “hey! What was that for? I was only saying, our school is on hig-“ Carl smacks him again, this time it’s a punch, “we don’t talk about school, isn’t that right Alex?” asks Carl as he still has his fist raised if Harry protests, a subtle nod from Alex sends our group into a silence, with the occasional sound coming from the spitting noise of Carl. As Harry begins to talk, Carl raises his fist again, “ok! Ok! I wont mention that… word, or anything to do with that word. James, you should have a cig lad, don’t be a puff” as Harry attempts to force the cigarette into my hand Carl smashes his hand out of the way, “no! you don’t peer pressure someone into smoking, they can chose to do it or not, you can peer pressure someone into drinking though” at that moment Carl pulls out a litre bottle of Frosty Jacks. Frosty Jacks is well known by the entire teenage population for being the most bitter tasting cider, it is also the cheapest and one of the strongest of the ciders making it a favourite amongst the teenage park drinking culture. “Come on James, I’ve never seen you drink alcohol” as he keep thrusting the bottle towards my hands expecting me to grab hold of it. “I don’t drink alcohol Carl, that’s why you don’t see me drinking it”, as I attempt to push away the bottle Alex grabs hold of my hands and Harry grabs my legs, in unison they flatten me out on the floor as Carl positions the litre bottle above my head. There is a torture technique called water boarding, this involves a person having a towel over their head and being submerged in water, I saw it once on 24 with Jack Bauer just being Jack Bauer. What was happening to me was a lot like that, except the water was a cruel acidic liquid that burned my eyes and tasted vile.

 

10:30 AM

 

As I kept hold of James’ legs to stop him from kicking out at Carl I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. James doesn’t drink because the taste of alcohol makes him be violently sick, despite this I couldn’t help but laugh when I kept glancing towards his little frightened face, the litre bottle was half empty when Carl finally stopped and ordered me and Alex to let go of him, James ran of with his hands on his stomach and his body making the shape of Golem from the Lord of the Rings, as Carl has intervals of laughing and downing the Frosty Jacks, Alex states quite cheerfully, “quality, absolute quality, I just love the fact we didn’t need to communicate to each other which role we were going to play, it was as if we were all connected and knew exactly what the other was thinking”. As we all began to dust ourselves down, Carl draining the last of the bottle we just went back to sitting in silence, the sound of crackling tobacco could be made out amongst the spitting sounds from Carl. “What lesson do you have next Carl?” expecting to get a smack I began to flinch and brace myself at the same time, except no smack came, instead Carl actually answered my question about school, his forbidden subject. “I’ve got biology with you and James you daft bastard, you know this. We have the same lessons each week every week” as Carl finished the last of his cigarette and flicked the remains of it towards the bin Alex began “I’ve got English with that stupid substitute teacher, what’s his name… Phil? Josh? No, no, Arnold! That’s the one, yeah Arnold. He can’t keep the class under control and usually I just sit there talking to that stunner Alice.”

 

10:46 AM

 

I can’t believe he just did that to me, of all the people, for Harry to be involved in the attack which forces me to drink alcohol, I am ashamed to be his brother. As I spewed what remained of the content of my stomach, I couldn’t remember having carrots today, then I remembered what my dad told me a few years ago. He said “Son, when you are sick, you will quite often see the return of your dinner however, you will almost always see carrots, these carrot looking substances in your vomit are is In fact bits of your stomach lining”. He told me that just as he was on his way to catch a plane to New York, I haven’t seen him since, mum wont tell me if he is dead or if he just up and left us.

 

As I slowly made my way toward the mirror to look upon my pale face I could see the colour returning in my cheeks I began to splash water on my face, luckily I was not feeling the effects of the Frosty Jacks which had been force fed down my throat so I was able to move around freely and within five minutes I was feeling fine just as my phone rang. It was Harry sounding out of breath with a steady panting down the phone “Hello? James are you there? Are you alright?” “Yes” I groaned “I am fine with no thanks to you” the whistling of wind through the phone indicated that Harry was still running “You’ll never guess what just happened to me” he began “as I was walking back from being outside with Carl and Alex, guess who walks round the corner.” Trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible “Who?” I replied “it was only the bloody head teacher Mr. Biggit, he grabbed me by the shoulder asking where I was going, then he instantly caught the smell of smoke and cider on my clothes. He was going to drag me down to his office and ring my mum and have me suspended for a week.” Still trying to sound enthusiastic I replied “oh no, that’s awful” as I made my way outside to lean with my back against the wall next to a bin which smelt oddly like a science lab. “yea that’s awful! I did what came into my mind first and just legged it, looking back on it, it’s the most stupid decision I have ever made, it’s not like he requires me or my permission to ring my mum, he is just gonna do it anyway” as some of the lessons were being let out early and the hallways started to fill “well, I’m just outside biology, near that bin. Get down here quick time and then we can just go home and you can try and explain it to mum” “Ok brother see you in a seco-“ at that moment the nearby bin exploded the blast instantly sending the lockers open, a second blast to the left of me threw me to the floor and the third blast made everything go black.

 

The Axe

Axe

 

It’s not like everyday you get to taste the flesh of a tree and the flesh of a well-known menacing wolf. People still ask me what was going through my mind when it was me who was slaying that big bad wolf, I have never really been able to answer that question as it wasn’t really me who slew the wolf, it wasn’t me who got the rewards and the praise from all the humans. I still get praise from the hammers, screwdrivers and once from that saw. Never me though, without me that lumberjack is nothing, I chop down the trees, I slice the logs into pristine shapes, do I get any recognition? I think not!

 

I remember when I was young, the rash decision-making, the constant chopping, and the ladies. It was the life. Now I am old, just another axe gathering dust in the lumberjack’ shed, granted, he isn’t going to be doing any chopping anymore. Ever since his back gave out and the arthritis caught up with him he has been house bound and requires his grandson to do most things for him. This grandson of his can’t be over ten years of age but, I can tell he has the spirit, sometimes when ol’ lumberjack is sleeping he comes in and admires me. He knows of my story, sometimes he reenacts the famous scene but, instead of a wolf he uses the tree outside, my edges have blunted and no longer leave the crisp clean cut in the aged bark. My days are over but each time that child raises me over his shoulder to take another swing at the tree I go back to that famous day.

 

The shaking of lumberjack’s hands made me dizzy, I couldn’t make out where we were until he opened the second of the two doors. I can notice Grandma’s robe from anywhere, there was something suspicious about the robe as beneath it, strands of wiry hair were visible. That was when I finally clocked on, the wolf hand taken Grandma’s position, Grandma had never been thin, however, she was never as fat as the creature that had taken her place. That was when, as if in unison with my wielder I swung down upon the great beast, it was easier than chopping trees. My finely pointed edge tearing through the tendons, the strength of my swing was so mighty that bone snapped as easily as a twig, the sound similar to that of the crunch of fresh leaves, accept there was a hundred of them, stacked on top of each other being stepped on by a giant.

 

After the events of the wolf had passed, the satisfaction that both the lumberjack and me received from the crushing and crunching of the wolf’s bones was always our high point in life. Lumberjack used to try and mimic the sound by tackling the biggest and strongest trees, hoping for that loud crunch which was witnessed once before, he could never reenact the noise. If you are asking me, that is how he threw is back out so early, he may have a grandson but he can’t be older than sixty. Myself, I am only two years old, in axe years that makes me about twenty. Other tools tell me, “it is very un common to find an axe of two years so badly blunted” my usual reply is “it is also extremely un common to find an axe that has tasted wolf flesh”.

Red Riding Hood

Grandma’s Neighbor – Boris

 

 

It was a cold winters night on the little road of riding. The only sound that was present was the hooting of nearby owls. Out of the darkness staggers a haggard, naked, cursing man. As he stumbles into the second of the two houses on the lane, he curses even more. Boris’s house is an old, hand built, wooden cottage. When the nights are cold the cottage is warm, when the nights are hot, the cottage is cool. The interior or the cottage is simple; Single bed, a fireplace that contains dusty, unused logs. There is a fluffy sheepskin rug in the center of the second of the two rooms, which also contains a hand crafted single wooden chair. “It has happened again Ted, waking up in the blackness of night in only my birthday suit without any knowledge of how I got there” Boris states. “It’s because you’re eating cheese before you go to sleep” replies Ted, “It’s keeping us on edge each night.” “Stop talking to me damn it, I’m tired and I’m going to sleep, just stay out of my way”.

 

The next morning, the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves has replaced the sounds of owls. Next-door Boris can hear Grandma singing. “I guess her grand daughter, Red is coming to visit again” Ted says, “she only ever sings when Red is coming by”. As Boris attempts to climb out of his bed he is strained by a fresh bruise, which can be found on his hip “must have gotten that on our adventures last night hey Boris?” Ted says, “I told you to stop talking to me, I still haven’t forgiven you for what happened last month. With Sandra I really did like her,” replies Borris. As Boris makes his way towards his tub to begin putting hot water in it, he is interrupted by the sound of knocking on his front door. Boris gets closer to the door he begins to catch the scent of fresh muffins, when he gets even closer still he begins to make out the hood of Little Red through the stained glass windows. “Good morning Mr. Boris, would you like a muffin? They have got freshly picked blue berries in them” Red states, “Why thank you red, I trust your journey down from your mother’s house was pleasant?” he replies “yes” answers Red, “it was enjoyable, the sun was out and the roads were clear of strangers” “oh I am gla-“ “actually, now you say it” interrupts Red, “there was an incident where a large wolf attempted to steal my basket of muffins. I swung at him with a stick and managed to catch him on his rear” “oh that sounds terrible, i trust you are ok though?” he replies “yes, yes, I am fine but the wolf ran off scared with his tail between his legs yelping” they both chuckled in unison. “Anyway Red, I need to get myself in the tub, I can’t believe I have slept in so late, give your Grandma my best wishes” “I will, thank you Boris”.

 

As Boris makes his way across the lounge to the tub, crumbs from the muffin drop and get mashed into the rug beneath his feet. “The muffins tastes great!” Ted exclaims. Boris just ignores him and commences filling his tub. Once Boris is clean and in new fresh new clothes the time is verging on the evening. “Our night trips take it out of you big guy” Ted begins. “Yea well, I don’t voluntarily go out on these escapades…” he replies “oh? So you are talking to me again now? How pleasant of you” “shut up you fairy”.  “Grandma has invited us round to her house for a little gathering if you are interested in coming along?” Boris says, “Well, I don’t have a choice really do I?” replies Ted. As Boris makes his way to Grandma’s house he spots that there are more than two shadows within the house. “Look like they have invited Lumber Jack again, I am beginning to think he has got a thing for Little Red” Ted says, “stop talking you, and try and keep your mouth shut when we are inside you know they get a bit uneasy when you make an appearance” “yes sir, sorry sir”, “And stop with the sarcastic comments, no wonder people don’t like you”. As Boris goes to knock on the firm oaken door to ask for entry the sudden opening of the door beats him. “BORIS!” exclaims Lumber Jack “welcome to our little gathering, come in, come in” “thank you Jack, I trust you are well?” questions Boris. “Ah yes, I am splendid, finally managed to get Sandra out of my mind, finding a body in that state whilst out chopping wood… Had nightmares for weeks.” Lumber jack begins “I believe you were fond of Sandra, I am sorry for your loss, for her to get taken away at such a young age and in such a ferocious manner, people are saying it was a wolf.” “I was attacked by a wolf on the way down from mother’s house, it seems they are getting a bit more adventurous now.” States Red, “Ah yes, but our Little Red fended the beast of with a stick, hit him right on the rump she claims”. “I think you’ll find it was on the hip” Ted says “Shut up Ted!” Boris exclaims” As Red and Jack exchange uneasy looks they are saved by Grandma. “The tea is ready if you will all come on through and please, no more talk of wolves”.

 

As everyone sat down eager to receive their cups of tea, there was a selection of biscuits, ranging from cookies, custard crèmes and Grandma’s special nougat surprise. For the rest of the evening there was talk of the weather, Little Red’s schoolwork and Lumber Jack’s forest adventures. When Boris’ turn came he could not think of what to talk about, then Ted began “Well, I have been doing a lot of hiking lately, have you ever been to the blue fountains of Westvale? It is a beautiful, amazing place. I couldn’t stay in the house after the events of Sandra and just decided to leave for a week or two to re discover myself”. Boris was thankful for the save. Questions followed questions that Ted happily answered. As everyone was saying their farewells, Boris gave Jack a firm handshake good bye, Little Red a hug and Grandma a kiss on the cheek. On the way back down the road of riding, Boris began “thanks for that back there Ted, I just completely froze, I just can’t stop thinking of the mishaps in the recent evenings. I completely forgot of our trip to the fountains.” “No worries pal, lets just get to bed, by the way. Is Grandma allergic to nuts?” “I think so, she doesn’t seem to have nuts in any of her treats, also I’m sure that she passed on our gift of hazelnut chocolates to Red last Christmas.” “Ah excellent news. My pistachio flavored lip balm will do wonders on that cheek of hers in that case”. As Ted began to chuckle a deep and dark laugh Boris was in shock he thought to himself would Ted be evil enough to put pistachio lip balm on me like that, with full knowledge of her allergies? “Yes I am that evil Boris,” replies Ted.

 

That evening Boris struggled to sleep, the thought of how the lip balm would affect Grandma was constantly playing on his mind. As he exited his bedroom he moved into the lounge, as he sat on his single chair, Ted awoke, “what are you doing up at this time?” “I can’t believe you, you have possibly killed grandma by bringing her in contact with peanuts. It’s a good job I only kissed her on the cheek.” “Ah” Replies Ted, “I may have also offered it to Lumber Jack and Little Red, sure Jack only kissed her on the cheek as well but, Little Red shared her cup of tea, kissed her on the lips and shared a custard crème.” “I can’t believe you!” Boris exclaimed “you have done this on purpose, why would you wish ill to lovely Grandma. In fact, don’t answer, I can’t stand to look upon you, I am going for a walk to calm down. As Boris made for the door he was suddenly hit by a blast of dizziness, he tried to keep on towards the door, each step harder than the last. As he reached for the handle he completely lost balance and hit the ground hard.

 

The chirping birds had returned, as Boris’ sleep encrusted eyes struggled to open he found himself in bed with a large lump located on the side of his head. It was past mid-day yet, strangely he was not hungry. “We ate last night” Ted started “I can’t remember what happened last night, it is happening more and more often, I thought I could control it. It was all going so well, I am sure it is due to my high blood pressure.” As Boris made his way toward the tub to begin filling it with hot water the front door began to bang.  This time the large figure of Lumber Jack could be made out through the stained glass windows, as Boris began to open the door Jack completed the motion and marched inside. “Another body!” Jack started “In my forest, another body! Can you believe it? This one has had both her arms ripped off and had a large amount of flesh savagely ripped out. It’s that wolf again, and to make matters worse, Grandma is bed stricken, it looks like an allergic reaction. She must be getting to that age where she is even forgetting what can kill her and what is an acceptable savory snack”.

As Jack began to take the only seat in the house, he began to look around at the interior of the log cottage. “Nice place you have here, not much room for two people but, I guess it’s a good job you are by yourself then” when Jack began to laugh Boris started to feel uneasy “Another wolf attack you say? When and where did the attack take place?” Boris enquired, “the wolf is getting more and more confident, this attack was very early this morning, just after mid night I believe. Her corpse was found in the middle of the path where the road of riding meets dampened close”. “That’s terrible Jack, and this news of Grandma, she is suffering from an allergic reaction from peanuts you say?” “Aye, silly women she is dangerously ill, Little Red is coming down tomorrow, it seems Red’s monthly visit is going to become a regular every day visit with Grandma in this state.” “Yes, how lucky of us” replies Ted. Boris makes a face at Ted that is so threatening that Ted takes his leave. “I will go round and express my sympathy later today, perhaps I will take her some of my own made tea, don’t worry my tea does not contain any nuts”, as Boris and Jack exchanged laughter and jokes an hour had passed. “Well, I best be off Boris, it was nice to spend time with you, if you ever get lonely by yourself in here just come on down to my cabin, I have got some chesty whiskey aging in my shed out back. I would be more than happy to share with you”, “thank you Jack, I will come round at some point, good bye.”

 

As Jack disappeared from the end of the road of riding, Ted reappeared “can I come with you to visit Grandma tomorrow, I would love to see what my handy work has done” as an evil smirk began to appear on Ted’s face Boris swung his fist at him, “don’t be such a fool Boris. You live in a single cottage, which contains only two rooms. You know who and what I am. You are yet to admit it. I am you, you are me now don’t be silly and let me have a go of our body.” As Boris attempted to reply, in his shock and disbelief he fell to the floor in a state of terror, his final vision was that of Ted entering his body.

 

When Boris awoke he began to search for Ted, he was nowhere to be seen. Had I been imagining it? He thought to himself. Once again he made his way towards the tub, he began to fill the tub with hot water. As he entered into the deep steaming pools of his tub he was interrupted by Ted’s reappearance. So you have finally accepted that I am you, you are me. Do not worry, I did not go out and savagely ravage another poor little girl last night, my appetite wasn’t large enough for me to feast upon the flesh of a human. I just settled for the flesh of a deer. Now come on, get out of the tub, we need to visit Grandma. Boris had to accept that Ted was part of him. All of the recent horrors were his doing. As Boris made his way towards Grandma’s house he stopped in his tracks. In front of him was a basket of muffins tipped over, next to the overturned basket was a hole. As Boris got closer, he could hear the whimpering of Little Red. Boris was about to call out when Ted took over I am going to let you witness what you are about to do this time Boris, my good friend. Boris was wide-awake with a birds-eye view of himself accept, he could not control his actions. Before his eyes, his weak, puny body of a man was changing into that of a full sized wolf, walking on two legs and marching towards the house of Grandma. Boris attempted to cry out to warn Grandma, to help Little Red, but all he could do was stand and watch as if he was a ghost floating as a third unseen person.

As Ted approached the door he smashed through and charged Grandma. She was dead within seconds, lying in bed with a feverish brow and blurred vision she couldn’t see her attacker. Within minutes Grandma resembled that of a pound of flesh. Ted made his way outside. He stood over Little Red, no longer was Ted in the shape of a wolf but instead impersonating Boris, and Boris was incapable of stopping him. With cool collected steps Ted began to walk down to red he froze suddenly. Boris felt an itching sensation in his back, then Ted’s body jolted again, another itching sensation appeared in the back of Boris’ head, then it was made clear to both Boris and Ted. Jack was standing in the door to grandma’s house with his axe raised with two hand axes missing from his belt, which were firmly in Ted’s back and head. Boris felt a sense of relief wash over him, Ted was dead, the monster was down and out. “Little Red are you ok? That bastard Boris has turned rabid I always knew something wasn’t right about him.” As Boris attempted to plead his case he realized that he was drifting towards his axe-ridden body,

no! it wasn’t me! It was Ted! No! You have the wrong person!