Chapter 2: Little Rachel Riding Hood and The Big Bad Luke
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Hey guys, randomgirldadada here! Greekdemigod15 and I were so happy that we got reviews for the last chapter that we decided to update earlier then we initially planned. We had planned to do it every Friday or so but since we got those reviews we decided to update earlier as a reward to you guys. So remember my kitties, more reviews equals quicker updates! So if you want these chapters out faster review like crazy! Also the next chapter to this story is almost done so that should be posted pretty soon. This chapter was written by me! Take that Watson!(greekdemigod15 if you didn't know is the Watson to my Sherlock)
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"Hey guys let's make this a little more interesting." I said, rubbing my hands together maniacly.
"What do you mean Travis?" Katie asked skeptically, glaring up at me from her spot on the floor.
"Katie, Katie." I said, shaking my head slowly. No faith.
"I simply meant we should put ourselves into the story." I clarified, leaning against the podium.
"I don't see why not." Percy said,whilst the others nodded.
"Good. Let's start with... Luke and Rachel!"
"What!" They demanded in unison, faces burning bright red. I smirked.
"Is there a problem?"
"Uh, no." Luke said, absentmindedly scratching his scar with his index finger.
"I just thought maybe Rachel might want someone else." He finished, his sentence hurried. Rachel shook her head furiously, her face as red as her hair.
"N-no t-that's okay, r-really it's fine." She sputtered, even more rosy coloring flooding into her freckled face. I inhaled deeply. Yup, I can smell the awkward. Perfect.
"Then let's get started!" A series of hoots and hollers came up in the crowd that sat before me.
"Once upon a time in a far away forest...
There lived a young girl with her young widowed father. Every time this young woman went out the village folk would comment on the wonderful red of the young girl's hair. 'How very red it is.' They would say during some of their frequent gossip circles. You know how gossip-y old women are. Yeah, I'm talking 'bout you Grandma!
Moving on, the only thing redder than her hair was her favorite red riding hood. It was so very red it put Clifford the big RED dog to shame. And because of this they called her little Rachel riding hood. Little Rachel riding hood loved her old grandmother,Delphi, very much-
"Wait!" Annabeth interrupted, waving her hands above her head energetically.
"What?" I asked, impatient with all the interruptions.
"Why is Delphi the grandma?" Thalia inquired.
"Yeah!" Everyone else agreed in unison.
" 'Cause she's old! Now shut up so I can continue!" I demanded.
Anyway, little Rachel riding hood loved her grandmother very much. So very much in fact, she would frequently go to deliver goodies such as ambrosia squares and necter tea for the old woman was bedridden. One day little Rachel's father, Apollo-
"Apollo!" Everyone screamed, matching looks of confusion and revulsion.
"Yes!" Apollo answered, popping up out of no where. I sighed.
"Lord Apollo, please take a seat so we can continue." I said as Apollo joined the group of slightly surprised teens.
"Yay, story time! If you're anything like Hermes this'll be great!" The blond male exclaimed, squeezing in between Rachel and Luke. Much to their disdain.
"Back to the story...
Rachel's father,Apollo, asked her to take a basket of goodies down to her grandmother. Of course she agreed or where would our story go? So Little Rachel riding hood set off for grandmother's house. Over the river and through the woods, that's the way to grandma's house. Right Frank? But what little Rachel didn't know was that someone was swiftly following her on her journey. And his name was The Big Bad Luke. Now Luke wasn't as big and bad as everyone said. In fact he was just a normal teenager with a secret. You see, Luke was really a werewolf, but he had to keep it hidden from the other villagers unless he wanted to be hunted. So every full moon, he would sneak into the woods to transform then sneak back the following day. But Luke didn't know about little Rachel riding hood or what she would do to his "time of the month". So as little Rachel riding hood went on her merry way the big bad Luke also made his way through the forest. It didn't take long for Luke to catch a whiff of the ambrosia and nectar treats. His mouth began to salivate as he involuntarily moved towards little Rachel and her goods. Finally he broke through a large thresh of trees where he caught sight of little Rachel riding hood and his mouth began to salivate for an entirely different reason. Luke, being a boy of little brains-
"Hey!"
Didn't know how to deal with the female species so he decided to do what he saw other males do in his position. What he didn't know was those same smooth talkers were also hopeless with the ladies. He spit into his hand and slicked back his ash white hair. He puffed out his chest and walked over to the other youth. When he was directly in her path he opened his mouth to deliver a pathetic pick-up line but Little Rachel, so determined to get to grandma's blew right past our beloved werewolf. So there he stood, a feeling of rejection and sadness seeping into his bones. Then both were replaced with a feeling of anger. For our lad Luke happened to have a slight temper-
"Slight?" Percy interrupted, a look of sarcastic disbelief on his face.
"He cut my hair in my sleep because I called him a scar faced freak!" Drew yelled, tugging at the short, black curled hairs of her bob.
"That's why you cut your hair!" Selena exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands.
"Yes! I had to salvage what was left of it after that psyco got ahold of it!" Drew shrieked.
"If you want it back I'm sure the harpies will let you dig through the trash." Luke stated smugly, pulling a dagger from his person and waving it in front of her face. She gave him a low warning growl before her face began to burn red. Ethan had just grabbed a lock of her dark hair and was staring intently at it before rolling it around in his hand and dropping it.
"I like it." He simply said, leaning back on his hands.
"I thought I was telling a story here?" I demanded, hushing them all so I could continue.
Having a bit of a temper Luke decided to exact his revenge on Little Rachel by stealing her delicious treats. That's original. So while Little Rachel skipped through the forest Luke transformed into his wolf self, grinning his wolf grin. Little Rachel riding hood soon became tired with her skipping. Though skipping was a much faster way of travel it sure did tire a girl out. So she knelt by the river and took a drink to resist the urge to drink from her grandmother's goodies.
'What are you doing?'
Little Rachel jumped, moving away from the river. Slowly she turned to see who had spoken. There stood the big bad Luke himself, his wolf grin displayed on his face. Little Rachel felt her breath hitch at the sight of the beautiful animal before her. His fur was platinum gold and coarse looking, gleaming with the remainder of the setting sun. But his eyes are what made him so beautiful. The blue orbs shone with intelligence and dark mischief. They refused to break away from her own gaze and Little Rachel felt herself begin to melt. Unfortunately society wasn't ready for inter-species relationships.
"Ewwwwwww!"
"What?" I laughed.
None the less, Little Rachel smiled sweetly at the strange wolf and answered his question politely.
'I'm on my way to grandmother's house to deliver her some goodies my father made.' She stated, holding up her basket for show. His wolfish grin widened as he looked over her. She was prettier up close. No! Focus on revenge! Luke thought to himself.
'That's great dear. Not to be rude but may I have some?' Luke asked somewhat stupidly. How was asking for her goodies revenge?
'Oh no I'm quite sorry. These are for my grandmother and I cannot share them with you.' Little Rachel denied, quite sad that she had to turn down the magnificent creature. But Luke just smiled at the young girl and saying
'That's okay thank you for your honesty.' And with that he left. Little Rachel stared after the beautiful beast and sighed with longing. She just shook herself off and continued on her way. Little did she know that the big bad Luke was speeding over the river and through the woods. Heading straight for grandma's house. Soon Luke came upon a small cottage, laced with frilly lace and peace signs. Little Rachel's grandmother was a bit of a hippie. Luke smiled his wolf grin before phasing back into his human form and approaching the cottage's door. He knocked lightly, simply to see if any one was home.
'Who's there?' A raspy female voice asked. The big bad Luke cleared his throat before speaking.
'Its me, grandmother! Little Rachel,' he called back in a falsetto voice, cracking only slightly.
'Oh come on in deary.' She said and Luke quickly entered the house. He was taken back by the surplus of old bead curtains and psychedelic colors but he continued to power through until he entered a small, dim lit room. Greenish smoke filled the room, billowing around Luke's legs. The big bad Luke looked to the bed and shrank back in fear at the sight before him. A wrinkled, mummy of an old woman laid in the bed, green smoke billowing from her sunken in mouth.
'Rachel?' She called, a fresh track of green fleeing from her mouth. Luke shuddered at the horrific sight and moved over to the side of the bed. Involuntary he phased back into wolf form, so scared of the old woman's hideous appearance.
"Was she really that bad?" Jason asked.
"Yes!" All the greek campers yelled.
"I remember when she was beautiful," Apollo sighed dreamily.
When Delphi caught sight of the wolf before her, her mouth opened wide, smoke pouring out more rapidly than before. Panicking, the big bad Luke grabbed a tie dyed bandanna from the night stand and wrapped it around the old woman's mouth. Fear seeped into Luke's bones as Delphi's eyes began to glow a bright jade grin. He quickly tied up the old woman and threw her into the nearest linen closet. Softly of course. Luke began to panic. All he wanted was an ambrosia square or two! He had begun to pace when a soft knock came at the door. He froze just as little Rachel riding hood's voice floated through the empty halls.
'Grandmother? Its me! Little Rachel riding hood!' Luke let out a small girlish scream as he tried to come up with a plan. He flung himself into the old woman's bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and placing her glasses on the bridge of his nose.
'Come on in dearie!' Luke yelled in his best old woman's voice. There was a fair amount of shuffling before the door slowly opened revealing little Rachel riding hood. Luke gulped at her immense beauty, it was if she grew more beautiful by the second. Luke felt himself trying to phase back to human form but willed himself to stay in wolf form, or else she would run away for sure. Grandmother looked quite different, little Rachel mused to herself. She knew that this wasn't her grandma of course. She was not born a fool. The being in her grandmother's bed was the wolf she met earlier, visibly shaking as he watched her. He must've met Grandmother. He was still a wondrous looking mammal, she noted as a small smile crept to her lips.
'Why Grandmother your voice sounds strange. Are you alright?' She asked, feigning concern for our panicked creature under the covers.
'Uh, yes. Just a bit of a cold my dear girl.' He lied, faking a cough for emphasis. Little Rachel smirked at his response.
'But Grandmother, what big ears you have!'
'T-the uh, better to hear you with my dear!' Luke hurried out. Little Rachel moved around the side of the bed, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
'But Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" The big bad Luke frowned a bit at this for he thought his eyes were of average size.
'The better to see you with my dear!'
'Then what are the glasses for?' She inquired to the lying werewolf.
'Hey! That's not your line!' Luke barked at Little Rachel. She blushed slightly.
'Sorry. What I meant to say was But Grandmother what big teeth you have!' At this point Luke had realized that he would perhaps not be able to get into more trouble than he was now, hopped to his feet and gave the girl a wolf's grin.
'The better to eat your treats with my dear!' Just as he yelled this though a nearby woodsman by the name of Ethan-
"Ethan!" Everyone shouted, except for the man in question. Just not his style.
"Are you guys going to do that every time I introduce a new character?" I wonder out loud, staring at the crowd of faces before me.
"I get it." Ethan said, absentmindedly playing with a lock of Drew's hair.
Any who, just as the big bad Luke had spoken those words the woodsmen Ethan had misheard and thought he said ' The better to eat you with my dear!'. Thinking that Little Rachel and her grandmother were in trouble Ethan wielded his ax and busted down the back wall of Grandma's place. There he saw the big bad Luke on top of Little Rachel, trying to swallow her whole. This obviously was the wrong conclusion to jump to. The big bad Luke happened to be tickling Little Rachel to get her to release her basket, but to no avail. Luke sighed and stopped his menstruation just as he heard a strong battle cry ring out behind him. Before he could react Luke was tackled to the ground with Little Rachel yelling in the background. Luke felt a sharp pang in his shoulder as Ethan's ax dug in brutally, tearing into his muscles. Luke pushed him off, rolling just as the woodsman's ax came down an inch away from his head. Ethan managed to wretch his ax free just as Luke pulled himself shakily to his feet. Luke's vision was blurry due to lost of blood and his knees felt of heated jell-o, wobbly and weak. Ethan managed to send the hilt of his ax to Luke's forehead, cracking the skin in half. Blood pooled down into his eyes as Luke toppled to his knees. His breath was heavy and labored. As the crimson spilled over into his line of sight he was just able to catch the gleam of the huntsman's ax as it came down in a silver arch straight into-
"Noooooooooo!" Everyone shrieked, hands over mouths, arms around shoulders and tears brimming eyes were all present in the crowd.
"What now guys?" I asked, slightly exasperated. All these interruptions were annoying.
"What the Hades Travis!" Katie demanded, her eyes lightly tinted red.
"Yeah Stoll! What in the name if Ares' spear are you thinking?" Clarisse accused, tears brimming her brown eyes. Weird.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"How could you just kill Luke off like that?" Chris shouted, his own face slightly red.
"I never said he was dead!" I shouted back at my demented half brother.
"But the ax was coming..." Leo trailed off, a confused look on his face.
"If you would let me finish!" I yelled angered by their constant accusations and interruptions.
"Well read man!" Apollo ordered, his voice booming in that godly way of his. I shook my head in defeat.
"No respect."
"Travis!"
"Okay, geez!"
In a silver arch straight down into... empty air. The huntsman stared down at Luke wide eyed, or rather who was with him. Little Rachel riding hood used her body as a shield over the bruised werewolf. Her tears dripped onto his pale face as she shook with sadness. She peered into the face of the wolf below her. Her wolf. She chuckled darkly to herself. What kind of girl falls in love with a wolf? She sure was strange. She absentmindedly stroked the fur of his cheek ,freezing when she found it to be completely smooth. She looked down at the wolf. Really looked. His golden fur was gone, replaced by milky pale skin, completely flawless except for for a thick scar running down the side of his face. But it just made him that much more beautiful. His blue eyes stared up into her green ones, piercing her very soul as he held her glued to her spot. His rosy lips stretched into a wolfish grin as he reached up and stroked her face with his long, willowy fingers.
'Why haven't I seen you before?' She asked, rubbing the tears from her eyes to keep them from free falling onto his face. His grin simply widened.
'I like to stay hidden.' She gave a small chuckle before looking into his eyes. Their gazes locked as Luke slowly began to pull her face down to his. Their lips were barely an inch apart before she suddenly stopped.
'What happened to my grandmother?'
'Oops.'
"The End!" I declared triumphantly, stretching out the muscles in my back.
"The end?" Conner asked, bewildered.
"That's it?" Beckendorf asked, sounding slightly enraged.
"What do you want from me?"
"How about 'And they lived happily ever after'?" Annabeth demanded.
I shook my head,"Nah, there's no need for all that."
"And just why not?" Piper asked, anger flashing in her dark eyes. I simply nodded my head towards the back of the room. Everyone turned their heads to the direction I had pointed out to see Luke and Rachel speaking together softly, matching grins on their faces. Although one might say Luke's was a bit more wolfish.
"What story's next?" Nico asked suddenly, drawing everyones attention from the chatting couple. I smirked devilishly.
"The Frog Prince."
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