The first in the twisted fairy tale series brought to life with sinister tales, mystery and suspense.

Little Red Riding Hood (or Hood to her immediate friends and family,) has just celebrated her fourteenth birthday when a series of mysterious murders happens...

Yet soon Hood is swept up into the investigation- trying hard to suss out who is behind it all. But as she delves deeper into the clues, she realises that the obvious is good; and the hidden is bad...


10. The Cold

One minute I was stationary, shaking like jelly on top of C.J's motionless back; the next I was falling through the air- or at least it felt like. My hair was being swept up from my scalp, and the wind was smacking my breathless face. Was this what death was? The sudden feeling of complete weightlessness before nothingness? I braced myself, preparing for everything to go blank and disappear.

Suddenly, a huge splash was heard; followed by a freezing, wet substance surrounding me- the wolves' angry howls distant and muffled with the unusual sound of gushing water. I instantly opened my eyes, frightened at what was happening and how I had parted from C.J. It was then- (through all my panic and terror,) I realised I was in fact alive-very much so- and had fallen into the river along with C.J; who was a few metres in front of me and battling the brisk currant as he tried to make his way toward me. Above us, I could hear the whimpers and snarling of the wolves who were contemplating whether to jump in after us, and the ones who had made their decision and was angry at their failure. I was just glad- even though I was soaked, cold and slipping away from C.J- that I had managed to miss being eaten by wolves for one day.

But as I was whisked away further down the river, the old feeling of panic crept up on me. Where exactly was I? I had no idea. What if I lost C.J? Well I'd be an easy kill for the wolves if they tracked me down... or maybe I'd go missing like Hansel and Gretel- (two kids from my village) did. Neither option sounded nicer, so I glided with the currant towards the huge wet dog wailing around ahead of me.

"C.J!" I gasped, fishy-tasting water gushing into my mouth as I opened it wide to speak.

"Come to me!" he cried above the gushing of the water. Panicking, I swam for my life; splitting through the dangerous mini-waves which were forcing me further back. I swam, my arms aching with every swing I took of them, over my head, under; over my head, under- over and over again until I was becoming in reach of him. That was when I really started I work. It seemed like my shoulders were tearing from my sockets, and my wrists had started to go blue and numb with the cold overtaking my blood. Above that- the thing that frightened me the most- was the scary realisation that I was slowly starting to loose all feeling in my muscles; almost like they were shutting down, one by one. And C.J was slipping away moment by moment...

But then something grabbed me, tight around my waist. I opened my dampened mouth to scream, (the cold rushing to my head) but nothing came out. It seemed that everything had failed in the few minutes since we were on top of the cliff- and now I was blacking out; faster than ever inside the jaws if something unknown. Was it C.J? I hope. I hoped with every ounce of faith left within my shrunken body that it was C.J who had got to me, grabbed me... was freeing me. I wanted to see who it was- but my eyes had started to close surreptitiously: my surrounding fading under vast sheets of darkness, continuously until I had lost any recognition of the sounds around me- falling into a deep sleep...

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