Ch. 4- Trespassers

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He was waiting. Waiting. And waiting.

He had to be patient. VERY patient.

Not to mention quiet. Extremely quiet. For the slightest noise could scare it away. And then, he would have to wait even longer for dinner...Mmm, dinner.

Simply thinking about it made his stomach growl and his mouth water-

No, no. He had to focus...

The deer continued to carelessly graze on the olive colored grass specked with dew; completely unaware of what was to come.

The hunter unleashed an arrow from the leather sack swung around his shoulder, and picked up his bow that laid beside him.

He lifted the bow and closed one eye as he aimed.

That's it. Just a little closer. Aha!...

He pulled the arrow back a little more and opened both his eyes as he let it fly towards the brown deer.

The creature fell to the ground with a loud thump.

A perfect shot: quick and painless, as always.

The brown haired hunter rose from his hiding spot and rushed over to the animal. He swiftly pulled out the arrow from its neck and closed his eyes as he muttered something.

He wiped the blood of of the tip of the arrow and lifted the animal onto his back.

His bright red hunting boots trudged through the endless piles of leaves as he made his way back to his campsite.

He eventually reached a small clearing with a little campfire in the center. The hunter placed the deer gently on the ground and then wiped his hands off on his black pants and topcoat.

He removed his green hunting hat (with a red feather on its side), as he knelt to start the fire.

Though, after several minutes of poking the charcoal with a stick, he began to hear voices in the distance.

The huntsman put his hat back on and grabbed his bow and arrows as he followed the source of the sound.

It only began to get louder and louder...and then there was a sudden shriek. He winced as he made another left turn and peeked through the bushes in front of him.

He saw three teenagers. A boy and two girls to be exact...

Trespassers. The man smirked.

Everyone around here knew how he dealt with trespassers.

And these kids were just gonna have to find out the hard way...

"Pinky?!" The dog barked happily again. "Pinky!"

Isabella ran up and scooped the puppy up into her arms. "Where have you been this whole time?!"

Pinky replied with a lick to Isabella's face. She giggled as she turned around to tell the others that it was only her dog.

Candace was still hiding behind Charming, and he was still covering his eyes. "Guys, it's okay! The coast is clear. It's only Pinky."

"OH NO! The horrible monster bit off her pinky!" Candace wailed.

"No, no! Calm down! I meant it's only Pinky. You know, my dog!"

Charming peeked though his fingers. Isabella lifted Pinky up to his face and said, "See?"

"Phew," Charming sighed as he (hesitantly) began to pet Pinky on the head.

"Candace," Isabella walked up to her, "You don't have to cower anymore. There never really was a monster."

Candace straightened up and looked confused, "Huh?"

"It was Pinky the whole time! He was probably chasing you because he just wanted to play Fetch with you or something."

"But-but...it has huge teeth and-and...it growls!" she stuttered.

"Oh, come on," Isabella pouted her lip teasingly as she nudged Pinky in Candace's face, "Does this look like a terrifying, blood thirsty monster to you?"

Pinky barked several times.

Candace sighed in defeat, "No, I guess not." Isabella smiled as she placed Pinky back down and he began to run around Candace in circles. Candace giggled as she stroked his head.

"Oh, and my name's not 'Candace'," the girl slowly stood up as she said, "It's Red Riding Hood. But you can call me Red."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, "Red Riding Hood...You mean like Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Do I look little to you?!" Red shot Isabella a deadly glare.

Isabella shook her head, slightly intimidated.

"Good," Red muttered.

An awkward silence suddenly fell over them.

Red broke it when she loudly cleared her throat, "Well...?!"

"Oops, sorry! Silly me. My name's Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. But please, just call me Isabella."

The two shook hands and then everything went silent, again.

"And..." Red spoke up.

"And what?"

"Aren't you gonna introduce me to your little friend over there?!"

Isabella had completely forgotten about Charming! Even in this strange place he was still a man of few words.

"So you're saying you don't know Ferb-I mean Charming?"

"No."

"Ok then..." Isabella stepped back and said, "Red, Charming. Charming, Red. There."

Charming gave a smile, "A pleasure."

"Back atcha," Red replied as the two shook hands.

"Sooo, Red," Isabella began, "Where do you live?"

"Just over the river and through the woods...But that's where my Grandma's house is."

"What about your parents?"

"Oh..." Red suddenly turned pale, "I-I never knew my parents. They passed away when I was very young."

Isabella felt terrible, "Red...I'm so sorry."

"Anyways," Red desperately tried to change the subject, "What about you two? How'd you guys end up in the forest all alone?"

"It's a long story actually, but-"

Charming finally spoke up, "Isabella here, was running away from home."

"What? No! I was going back home!"

"Then you do know you were heading in the opposite direction."

"That," Isabella hissed, "Is NOT my home...And that man, is definitely NOT my father."

"This might be worse than I thought..." Charming mumbled.

"Huh?" Red joined the conversation. Charming leaned to his left and whispered something into her ear.

"Owch," Red made a concerned face, "That is bad." Charming continued whispering. "And that's worse."

"What? Charming what's going on!?" Isabella demanded.

"Well..." Charming tried to explain, "There are two possibilities."

Isabella was a bit confused.

"One: you may have amnesia. Or two: you may be kinda..."

"Crazy." Red finished for him.

Isabella was taken aback, "What?! I am not crazy! If anything, it's you guys that are acting all nutty! I mean...'Prince Charming'?! 'Little Red Riding Hood'?! Is it some kind of 'Act-like-a-fairytale-character-day' that I didn't know about?!"

Pinky crouched in fear.

"Yep," Red murmured, "She's definitely lost it." Charming nodded in agreement.

"UGH! This is so infuriating! If you two won't help me find out where we are or how we got here, then I guess I'll just have to do it myself!" Isabella turned around and stormed off.

Pinky quietly whimpered.

"Isabella, wait," Charming called after her, but she only ignored him.

But then, all of the sudden, the hair on Pinky's back shot up into the air, and he began to angrily growl at one of the bushes.

Isabella paused and turned towards the dog, "Pinky, what is it boy? What's wrong?"

Pinky responded with loud, furious barks in the same direction.

Isabella squinted forward, "Pinky, I don't see anything. There's nothing there!"

Pinky didn't pay her much attention. Instead, he turned around and began barking in the other direction.

Isabella placed her hands on her hips and sighed, "Pinky-"

However, she was abruptly cut off by an arrow that whooshed passed her ear, barely missing her. She gasped in horror and spun around as she watched the arrow hit a random tree.

Pinky only continued to growl louder.

Isabella and the others slowly approached the tree and began to inspect the arrow.

"Wait a minute," Red declared as she placed her hand on her chin, "I know that arrow..."

Though, as she took another step forward to get a closer look, she felt herself trigger something from underneath her foot and a huge net suddenly sprang up and enveloped the three.

Isabella, Charming and Red thrashed around helplessly as they tried to free themselves. Pinky proceeded to snarl as a figure emerged from the bushes, aiming an arrow at the captured teenagers.

"Don't move!" he demanded and the three obeyed, "State your name and business."

"That voice...Why is it so familiar?" Red muttered as the figure approached them.

Isabella stared in shock as he stepped into the sunlight, "B-Buford?!

Phew, that was a long one. Took me forever to finish this.

I tried to make this character a bit harder to guess, since apparently Candace was a dead giveaway. So, who do YOU think Buford is?

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