A Hundred Acres

by Rotamis

The Woods were once a peaceful place. But what happens to a world of fantasy, when a boy is abused, and scarred of mind? The Woods have changed, and so have its denizens. Rated M for language, and just in case for later chapters.

1. Chapter 1

A Hundred Acres: The Nightmare Begins

The Moon was a pale disk in the roiling sky, casting its leery gaze over the landscape: trees, barren of leaves, bending under a screeching wind. Black dust, the choking ash, buffeting the hills. The Woods were burning. He ran as quickly as he could, but the ground was rough, and it was burning him. As he scrambled up the hill, he could hear their voices, getting closer.

" Awww, come on! Don't you want to?"

"You know you do."

"Yes, come on!"

" Get away from me!" he wailed. He had to get away. The ash was getting in his eyes. It made it hard to breathe. But they loved it.

What's happened? It's not supposed to be like this! Where are the birds, the grass, the Sun?

A soft crunch behind him. He spun, his heart screaming in his throat. There was nothing. They were coming he had to get away. He turned back. And his eyes met those of a monster.

" Aww, now he's scared? It's okay, once you come with us, you'll be fearless."

" What's happened to you? Why did you do this? Look at these Woods! You've burned our home!"

Red eyes scanned the horizon. A smirk came upon the beast's face.

" I rather like it." His voice had all the charm it used to, but now it was… twisted. Everything had become twisted. And now this timid thing had become a savage creature.

" You're a monster."

Its eyes flashed. Teeth bared, it emitted a low growl. Rabbit tried to retreat, but fell, and upon the burning earth he landed. The beast now stood over him, a claw outstretched.

" You don't know about monsters. You haven't seen His nightmares! You've never felt His pain!" It turned away, and stared into the sky, through the boughs of the dead trees.

" I'm tired of having nightmares."

The beast knelt down, and put its face inched from his.

" It's time I was one."

The Moon was a pale disk in the sky, a sky of warring clouds. It leered down at the scene, of a denizen of the Wood, face to face with a friend, who had turned into… something evil.

" You're not the Pooh I know."

Its fangs gleamed as it smiled. It shook its head.

" Not anymore."