Disclaimer: I own neither the song ("Teeth" by Lady Gaga) nor the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is being made from this.
Word Count: 431
Warnings: gore, angst, supernatural, a tiny bit of nudity, hints of suicide and character death (murder). One shot. Proceed with caution.
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Teeth
Author: Kalaert
It was late evening. A deep silence anxiously roamed about, choking all stirs of life, swathing the earth in a premature darkness. The sky was livid, its face an angry, roiling mass of hostile black as it peered through the window.
The small, battered figure lying in bed took a rasping breath, fighting the dizziness, the pain and nausea. Laboriously, she turned on her side and wrapped her arms around her naked body, weakly pulling her knees up to her chest. The bed springs creaked in weary protest.
The potent scents of death and decay were harsh on her tender nostrils. She opened her mouth, trying to drown out the blaze in her chest and abdomen with rhythmic breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. The melody of life. Murky blue eyes pinched shut against an onslaught of scorching tears.
Slowly, she let them flutter open, let them wander in the gloom until they alighted on a corner. Ice ran through her veins as her gaze found a tiny figure slumped in a dark puddle on the floor, gently swathed in a soft red cape. She shivered.
All around the room, ebony shadows danced giddily to an invisible wind. Wisps of ghostly silver moonlight strained through the window. It illuminated the stained and tangled sheets and the peeling wallpaper sprayed with red droplets. It turned the pool around the motionless figure to a smooth, rich crimson.
The thing itself was utterly hideous, nothing but a mangled lump of flesh in blood-stained, child-sized clothing. It sagged against the wall, cold and lifeless.
She felt a new wave of sickness wash over her, remembering the overpowering huger…remembering the sweet aroma of youth, of enticing flesh; a steady, inviting pulse and 'What big teeth you have!'…the terrified screams buried within her own monstrous howls… the look of horror frozen on a pretty, pale face – 'so like your mother, dear' – as her clawed hands ripped through warm flesh with ease, clutching greedily at a wildly beating heart –
Warm acid splattered out her mouth as her stomach heaved itself into her throat. She was – 'you abomination to God!' – so very weak…her head rested in a vile mess of matted grey hair and stomach fluids where she lay vomiting. Salty tears streaked down her wrinkled face, mingling with blood and bile.
Outside, the sky suddenly let out a loud roar, and furiously hurled sharp water needles onto everything lying exposed below it.
She clutched her stomach tighter as her body convulsed with quiet agony. Reaching with one thin, shaking arm, she pulled the pillow over her head.
The End