A/N: This came to mind after a couple of things which I will list fight now
Watching 'Snow White & The Huntsman'
Watching 'Red Riding Hood' (The one with Amanda Seyfried in it)
Reading the 'Mr. Peabody & Sherman' novelization.
My obsession with werewolves and getting a new book about werewolves in the mail
Now that my sources of inspiration have been revealed, let's show which characters are which.
Sherman – Red Riding Hood
Peabody – The Werewolf
Ms. Grunion – The Witch
Penny – Huntress
This is a Fairytale AU, also, this takes place in modern times. So the year will be 2014, and things will play out differently. And, no, Sherman is not female, this version of Red Riding Hood is a male. So, here's the story! Enjoy!
-Prologue-
New York city, it's not a magical kingdom far far away, it's not a land of magic, it's not a realm of happy endings. In fact, that's where our story begins, with an unhappy ending.
About seven years ago, a man and woman had been happily married. It was only nine months later after their honeymoon that hey had given birth to a child, a baby boy with brown eyes and red hair like his father. But their happiness was cut short, for the mother had died giving birth to him. Her last words were that boy's name and something else in a raspy voice.
"Sherman... I-I lo-ove y-o-ou" she then lost the will to live, and gave in to the darkness. The father cried with his new son crying in his arms.
Only a year later, the man had found love again. He married her seven more months after first meeting, he proposed on Sherman's birthday.
Little did Sherman know that this woman would commit the most dangerous crime ever, betraying a trust. One night, she had decided that this man wasn't good enough for her, and one night, she sneaked into his room, and killed Sherman's father. A stab to the heart ended him for good, and from that moment on, Sherman had remained a prisoner to this cruel woman.
This woman, was a witch. Her name, was Alexandria Grunion. And for six long years, Sherman was her captive. She kept him in the basement of his home. She made him wear nothing but a long sleeve black shirt, and gray jeans. His shoes were converse all-stars that were slightly worn out, and he had circular rimmed glasses.
The year is now 2014, and little did this boy know that he would break free from the witch and create a new life and destiny for himself. And it's where our story begins
(3rd Person P.O.V.)
Sherman was on his knees and his hands were shaking. He held his hands over a furnace with a dying pilot light, he rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to keep them warm and to keep them from freezing. He then heard a banging at the wooden door and screaming.
"Hey, twerp! Come and get your dinner!" shouted the voice. Sherman recognized it as Grunion's voice, or Grunion breath as Sherman liked to call her sometimes. Sherman picked up a straight razor and unfolded the blade. He held it behind him. He then walked up to the window in the door where Grunion was, holding a metal tray of food. On the tray was a loaf of bread, an apple, and a glass of water.
"Same thing as last time" Sherman said. She then threw the tray at Sherman and he got food and water on his face.
"Be grateful that you're getting food! Or else I'll forget to feed you breakfast in the morning" she hissed. Sherman felt pain on his face and placed a hand where the pain was. He retracted the hand and saw blood on his middle and index fingers, the glass from the glass of water broke and placed a nasty cut on his cheek.
"Eat up, you little animal" she hissed and shut the window. Sherman then ran into the corner and began crying. But his crying was interrupted by a distant howl in the night. He looked up at the window to see the full moon.
"Oh yeah, full moon. Now dogs are going to keep me up all night" Sherman said sniffling a bit. He then realized something, his eyes widened and he ran over to the window to see that the lock on the window was rusted. Sherman then took a large plank of wood and banged it against the window. After three or four bangs, the lock was off and the window opened up.
"Gotcha" Sherman said with a look of happiness. Dropping the plank of wood on the floor, Sherman grabbed the straight razor and climbed out the window. After that he ran into the woods, never even bothering to look back at his prison.
After an hour and a half of running, he tripped over a large root and fell down into a large puddle of mud. He got up and whimpered.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow" he complained as he felt pain in his ankle. The pain felt as if a thousand needles struck at the poor boy's Achilles tendon. He then backed up against a dead tree and dusted himself off of the mud and cleaned his glasses off too.
"Come on, Sherman. It's just a little pain. Nothing to be a little baby about" Sherman muttered to himself. He got up, and stood tall from where he fell. But as he put pressure on the hurt ankle, it began stinging and the redheaded boy began hissing in pain with each and every step which he took.
"Okay, I was wrong, it hurts" Sherman said as he let some tears out in pain. He let out an 'Ow' every time he took a step with that bad foot. He stopped when he began hearing low growling. Sherman's crying stopped and his eyes widened. He began wrapping his arms around himself and shivering in fear.
"W-who's there?" asked Sherman in fright. The bushes and trees began rustling, and Sherman turned his head to where the rustling was coming from. Out of the left where he was staring at now came a white dog on all fours growling and snarling.
"Who are you?" asked the dog in a British voice.
"I'd rather not say" said Sherman as he stood in his place and the dog circled him.
"Well then, mister, 'I'd Rather Not Say', what are you doing here alone in these woods, by yourself?" asked the dog again. Sherman held a hand up and backed away slowly, and the pain in his foot made it hard a little bit.
"Listen, I don't want any trouble, Mr. Dog, but..." the dog then cut Sherman off.
"Dog? I may look like a dog, but I'm NOT a dog" said the white dog, or whatever it was claiming to be.
"Then if you're not a dog, then what are you?" Sherman asked.
"Allow me to answer that with a riddle. What creature can reveal it's true self when the moon comes up, and returns to it's normal form whenever the morning comes?" asked the dog. Sherman began shivering.
"Werewolf" he muttered.
"Correct. Now what I'm seeing is a little boy, lost, with nowhere to call home, and he is desperate" it said. Sherman then began running, ignoring the pain in his foot and running away from the werewolf.
"Wait! Come back!" the werewolf pleased with an apologetic tone. Soon, Sherman tripped over a larger root (again) and his head hit the floor and he became unconscious.
A/N: How was that? A little too bad? I'm sorry, normally first chapters aren't always the best, but I promise I'll try to do better next time. Anyways, Sherman is our Red Riding Hood in this story, and Peabody, the Big Bad Wolf in this story is a good guy and wants to help him. More to come in the next update. Please review, thanks!