-Little Red Riding Hood-

One upon a time in a small town near a vast, decaying city, lived a girl of whom everyone called Little Red Riding Hood, because of her red cloaks which she wore day and night. But Little Red Riding Hood Had grown since then, and her custom cloaks and nightly parties proved to be costly for her, resulting in her standing on a street corner every night. Giving her all, to almost any man who'd look at her. First working in strip clubs earning a living, gyrating her hips around grubby men, and their dirty money shoved in her sexy lingerie and becoming a poles best friend. When they kicked her out, she looked a mess and her state has deteriorated since then, everything but her cloak. Her face bruised from an attack from a client,

Red Ridding Hood had finished her job, his time was up and she had done what he had paid her for, but the man just laughed and wanted more, his hand closed around her waist and his breath ticked the hairs on the back off her neck, she pulled away and refused to do anymore. He looked at her with disdain, and grabbed her cloak which had previously resided on the floor.

He had pushed her buttons and she tackled him for it, the only thing she had left that mattered, and she didn't want anyone's gritty hands on it. He shoved her onto the floor, hitting it with a hard thud, she used her hands to soften the fall but it only sent a pain shooting up her wrists. The man struck her with a backhander, and gripped her hair, pulling her upper body up, whilst kicking her.

Harder,and harder, until she squealed, he let go and looked at her with contempt, spitting on her and whipping out his penis again, but this time to go to the toilet on her.

His warm urine splashed on her bruised face, and into her mouth as she spluttered, too weak to get up. After he had finished in his own time he left her injured on the cold hard floor, rolling in his urine. Red Ridding Hood's eyes stung, she rolled them with her eyes shut, trying to soothe them, but it hurt to much to even move. A blunt pain pressed on her skull a while after he had left.

Her vision faded as she passed out, closing her eyes once again while her eyes lolled back.

-Peter Pan-

Peter had grown bored, no pirates to play with, for once they had gone into planning things, but it was unlikely that they would succeed, they never did and things grew boring. The lost boys were growing restless and Peter and Tinkerbell couldn't always tend to them while they were out. They needed something that they had been missing for a long time, and when they became lost, they lost it too.

They needed a mother, Peter Set out on his journey with Tinkerbell

Tinkerbell didn't like the Idea of another female being around Peter. Tigerlilly and the Mermaids were enough to contend with. She flew without effort and couldn't be bothered to join in with Peter and his fun, soaring and flying in loops, Peter was excited for tonight he would choose his new Mother.