I don't own Little Red Riding Hood. This is another random Creative Writing assignment. So, enjoy!

AN: The italics is a flashback. Just so nobody gets confused.

I look across a mahogany desk at an official looking man with a small black notebook, pen poised over the page.

"So, tell me what happened," he instructs.

"Well," I begin, " It started out as any normal day…"

"I awoke to the happy sounds of the forest. I looked up at the baby blue sky where a couple of blue birds fluttered overhead. I smiled inwardly and stood. I stretched so deeply that I felt each of my vertebrae pop like individual bubbles.

When I came out of my stretch, a thirst ached in the back of my throat. I loped over to a small brook that babbled beside my home. The sunlight sparkled off the whispering brook. As I looked into the clear water, what looked back was a devilishly handsome wolf with tawny brown fur and golden eyes.

Man. I'm a sexy beast! If I do say so myself, I thought admiring my reflection on the water's surface. I lowered my head into the cool liquid. Ripples began to radiate outward as I lapped at the water. Soon, my thirst had been quenched. I raised my head and sniffed the air. Just a couple of rabbits and some squirrels with a hint of bitter almond.

Wait… Bitter almond? I puzzled as I looked. A flash of scarlet red caught my attention. I watched as the scarlet red thing bob along a few yards from my house. I crouched down and began to stalk the red thing. I paused as the creature bent down, picked a wildflower, and placed it in a growing bouquet. The thing started to hum. Then, the realization hit me.

It's a little girl. How cute. I wonder where she's going?

"I walked up to the little girl and asked, 'Where are you going, little girl?'

The girl jumped, upsetting some of her flowers in her wicker basket.

'I'm going to my grandmother's house,' she answered in a small voice.

'Oh. How nice.'

I eyed the basket that was obviously the source of the bitter almond smell.

'What's in the basket?' I inquired.

The girl gave me a slightly panicked look.

'Oh. It's just some baked goods for my granny. She's hasn't been feeling well lately. She might die soon.'

In that second, I knew the little girl was up to no good.

'I have to go, Mr. Wolf. It's growing late, and my granny is expecting me,' she said. With that, the red hooded little girl turned and skipped away. I stood there a moment before turning and sprinting down a shortcut I knew to the kind old lady's house. When I got to the small cabin, I walked through the small garden in the front yard, up to the titanium steel door, and scratched on it.

"A few moments later, the door opened, revealing a little old lady with snowy white hair and a kind smile.

'Why, hello there, Theodore Benjamin Bart Wolf.' "

The man in the suit stops what he's writing, and looks at me in a funny fashion. I sigh.

"I know my initials are T.B.B.W, which people have interpreted as meaning The Big Bad Wolf. May I continue?"

The man nods once.

"As I was saying, the old lady gave me a kind smile.

'What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?'

I quickly explained the situation to her.

'Oh my,' she said, 'I never thought my daughter would actually go through with it.'

I gave her a confused look.

'What are you talking about?'

'You see, dear. I might not look like it, but I am a multi-billionaire.'

My eyes went wide in surprise.

'Really?'

'Yes, sir. My greedy daughter wants my money, but while I'm alive, she won't see a penny of it. So, she's sending her daughter, a trained assassin, with poisoned treats. I find that quite rich.'

'What should we do?' I asked her.

The little old lady leaned in close and told me the plan. I smiled deviously.

'I like it. Show me the costume,' I said.

"She led me to a closet filled with identical floral printed caps and gowns. I took one, put it on, and climbed into the lady's huge four post bed. Soon, a small knock sounded from the fortified door.

'Come in,' I said, mimicking the old lady's voice with a slight rasp. She entered, looking as innocent as a newborn lamb. Then, we got into the whole 'My, Grandma! What big eyes you have! All the better to eat you with, my dear!' thing. I jumped out of the bed, getting tangled in the satin sheets. The girl fled.

Suddenly, a burly 'Lumber Jack' man burst through the window and killed me."

"I find that completely unfair! I mean I was just helping a little old lady! It's just..."

The man coughs loudly, interrupting my rant.

"Sorry," I apologize sheepishly, "Well, any way. That's why I'm here."

The man jots something down on his notebook, then hands me a pink slip.

"What's this?" I ask, examining the slip.

"Well, it's sort of like a one way ticket," he explains.

"To where?"

"I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Wolf, but welcome to Hell."

MWHAHAHAHA! I am evil! Poor wolfie. Just trying to do the right thing...

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