Deadly Red Riding Hood

The wolf burped loudly after devouring the grandmother and wasted no time in donning her clothes while going to the bed. He licked his lips as he waited for Red Riding Hood. Shortly after, he heard a strong knock on the wooden door and yelled in a soft voice, “Who's there?”. “It's me grandma” came a firm voice beyond the door. The wolf then asked Red Riding Hood to come in. “What kind of trickery is this” asked Riding Hood beneath her crimson cowl. The sinister wolf replied with a croaked voice “Don't you recognize your old granny?”. Red Riding Hood looked at the wolf for a few seconds and slowly raised her hand towards her back to reach out for something, her eyes gleamed dangerously and her red cloaked flapped wildly against her bare legs. The wolf was stunned by her piercing gaze and failed to see the huge broadsword she had produced out of nowhere. His hypnosis was disrupted by the flash of Riding Hood's blade as it sliced through the wolf's left arm, dismembering it. The wolf stared blankly at his left arm, lying on the floor. He looked back at Red Riding Hood and saw his own death in her radiating eyes. “How could such a small girl lift a sword twice her size, and strike so swiftly with it.” he thought in disbelief. With a fluid motion, Riding Hood thrust her sword forward and effortlessly decapitated the awestruck wolf. She heard a stifled scream from the severed head but paid it no heed. It didn't take long before she abandoned the bloody shack and disappeared into the misty forest, leaving a trail of blood dripping from her crimson cloak.