Dire Situations - Chapter 1
This is the first installment of my twisted series 'Dire Situations'. Let me know what you think! And constructive criticism is always appreciated ^^.
Before reading: This chapter is an entree chapter, if you feel like you're lost don't worry, that's okay. The next chapter will explain a lot more. Also, it's worth noting that this work of fiction closely resembles "Little Red Riding Hood", by no means is this a copy of that story. It was Little Red that inspired me to come up with this in the first place.
This story is a work of fiction, any characters or places within are creations of my imagination and do not represent real life people or places. The subject matter will vary dramatically, reader discretion is advised.
"Hey Grandma, It's Ken, I have the baked goods you asked for."
There was silence; the echo from the next room over carried no signs of fracture. Where could she be? I was only gone 40 minutes, if that.
"Grandma... hello?" I called out louder than before. Maybe her hearing aid wasn't adjusted properly? That or she isn't wearing it at all. I began to walk towards the kitchen when I heard a sound coming from upstairs so I yelled up to her in hopes that she'd hear me this time "Grandma! BAKED GOODS, DOWN STAIRS, ON TABLE".
I walked into the kitchen and dropped the baked goods on the table and went straight for the fridge. 2 packages of beef wieners, a 1L carton of milk, a jar of pickles, cheese slices, and a box of go-gurts present themselves to me. "Great choices... how will I ever pick between old cucumbers and processed dairy products!" Unable to decide I picked all of them, I wrapped the pickles in the cheese slices, poured myself a glass of milk, and made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room.
The living room was outdated, very outdated, nearly pioneer-esque. The T.V. was a huge tube T.V. resting on top of a stand that looked like it was ready to collapse. The furniture had a shabby chic look and the carpet that was once a mix of orange and yellow was now a dark brown. The upholstery on the furniture had dark marks on each seat, almost as if the furniture had adsorbed the shadows of its unsuspecting victims.
I sat down in the loveseat adjacent to the coach and flipped on the television. I started scrolling through the channels when I heard a noise coming from the top of the stairs. The noise was unfamiliar to me and grabbed a hold of my attention. "Grandma?" I shouted from around the corner of the loveseat. There was no answer so I shouted again. "Grandma! Did you forget to put your hearing aid in, again?" This time there was a reply but it wasn't grandma. The sound pierced my ears like a needle through a piece of leather.
"WHO THE FUCK'S THERE?" I screamed. Just then the figure started descending down the stairs slowly. My heart was racing; I could feel my pulse in my throat. The slow descend down the stairs made every second feel like a minute until the figure peered around the corner. A giant canine like figure in my grandmother's night gown walked slowly from the base of the stairs.
"Uh... Gr-...grandma?! Is that you?" I questioned.
"Yeah, what do you want?" the strange beast announced.
I was frozen, my mouth opened but nothing came out. This clearly wasn't my grandmother, but who could it be and why are they dressing up in her night gown?
"I SAID WHAT!" the beast screamed.
My body trembled as I spoke "where's m-my... grandmother?" His eyes were filled with fury and his heavy breathing drew my attention away from his face to his inflating chest.
"I'm your grandma, now shut up!" he demanded.
"Clearly you are not my gr-.." my sentence was cut short by the sudden loss of breath. My lungs had felt as if they had burst out the front of my chest. Then suddenly blackness, I couldn't hear anything nor could I see what was going on. What just happened to me? Why can't I move or see; what has this creature done to me?
My eye's slowly opened but my vision was blurry. My glasses! Where are my glasses? I fumbled around on the floor in search of my glasses when finally it hit me. My head ached and throbbed, it felt as if it had been squeezed in a vise. I grabbed the back of my head with both my hands and cupped it. "FUCK!" I yelled. Then I dropped my hands from the back of my head and moved them in front of my face. They were red; my hands were covered in blood, a lot of blood. It only took second after that to understand what had just happened. He tackled me to the ground and knocked me out, but how long was I out for?
"What the fuck?! Why...why did you do that?" I said painfully.
"Because you were annoying and I wanted you to shut up... 'Clearly'." The beastly canine joked. Was he mocking me? What an asshole...
"Fuck you!" I spat. Immediately I regretted what I said. The canine swiftly grabbed a hold of my neck with his powerful claws and dug then deep into my flesh. His claws felt like a necklace of thorns that was too small, digging its way into my throat. Combined with the pressure of his powerful handpaw squeezing my neck I could hardly breathe.
Was this how I was going to die? What did I even do to deserve this? What happened to my grandmother? Did he kill her too? There were so many questions flooding my mind I had forgotten what pain felt like, but all of that stopped when he released me from his grasp.
"Now you just shut the fuck up, and let me eat you!" the canine snarled.
"EAT ME!? WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Yes, I'm going to eat you because I'm hungry. Now hold still and shut the fuck up please."
"Why are you doing this, what did I ever do to you?"
"YOU did nothing to me, but YOU look tasty and I'm hungry."
"Please don't eat me! I BEG OF YOU!" I knelt down in front of the powerful beast before me and grabbed onto his legs.
"Get off of me, and don't beg... that just turns me on." He said, blushing and kicking me in the face.
What did he mean by "turns me on"? He couldn't possibly mean in a sexual way? Could he? If that's the case maybe I can get him horny and he'll leave me alone.
"PLEASE! DON'T EAT ME, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" I pleaded.
This was stupid. This will never work... and even if it does maybe he'll want to fuck me or something. That would definitely be worse than being eaten... What a stupid idea. Before I could think any longer the canine pushed me to the ground and sat on top of my pelvis.
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST LET ME EAT YOU!" He growled aggressively.
"I... just... okay..." I said, letting out a big sigh and an eyeful of tears.
"Fuck... why do you have to be so cute... I hate eating cute things."
Cute? This guy must be on some sort of drugs. Who in their right mind has mood swings like this.
"Can you just put your face to the side?" he asked
Did he just ask me a question instead of demanding me?
"Um.. sure thing." I answered, utterly confused by his sudden change of mood.
"Thanks, any last words?" He announced.
"Why didn't you eat me when you knocked me out? And how long was I out for?"
"You were down for 10 minutes, I thought I killed you accidentally, but you twitched so I waited for you to wake up. And I didn't eat you because I like eating my meals while they're alive."
"Alright... fair enough. Go ahead and eat me now."
I closed my eyes tightly and waited for my impending demise. Sure enough the canines' jaws were wrapped around my scrawny neck. He bit down on my neck slowly, as if to savor the moment my blood reached his taste buds. The pressure continued to build and I felt each one of his canines slide into my flesh like a knife in butter. I could feel the warmth of my blood trickling down my neck as I began to doze off slowly, but before I passed out completely the pressure disappeared. I wanted to turn my neck and see why but I couldn't move; I was too weak due to blood loss.
"Fuck..." said the canine as he got up off me and ran for the door.
I was confused. I willed myself to move my head to look at the door.
"Why?" I choked
"I was never here..." He said, looking and me almost apologetically and then down at the ground in front of him.
"I...I'm..."
And with that he ran out the door and back into the woods. Why didn't he eat me? My mind was spinning and the pool of blood I laid in was getting cold. I could feel the world slipping out from underneath me. My vision became tunneled and all sound was muffled. The lights dimmed and then suddenly... darkness.
End of Chapter One
I hope you enjoyed that... as much as someone can enjoy such things >.<.
The second chapter isn't as gruesome, I promise!
So let me know what you think!