LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD KILLED A WOLF

One day I asked my father why the boys have to be forced into battles that isn't theirs instead of focusing on their family's because of who their parents are.Then my father said do you remember your first time of killing a monster, as he rubbed his hands on my shoulder, cheer up, because these monsters tell legends about you, you are our greatest strength, our secret weapon, you should be proud of yourself because i most certainly am its you they tell horror stories about. They is a fire in your heart, it's you who gives us hope that we can win. He tells me these several times, to remember who i am every year over a battle that we cant seem to win, sometimes i wonder how many times i had to wash my hands, because of the blood of these monsters, i knew nothing except , how to kill monsters that hide in the shadows. What will i gain if i lose the only thing i live for? I know he has been to join the other leaders, so i don't hold him back. The all-too-familiar words leave my lips like a scripted line i have learnt for years ''i'm happy, father! just look at us the Alliance continues to grow, and that's all that matters''. My father chuckles and said ''and if we fall''?.'' We fall together'' i add. We linked our hand tattoos and rubbed foreheads together. It was an unspoken word of mutual respect. My father formed the Alliance shortly after i was given birth to. If one of those monsters hadn't kidnapped my mother we would not have taken such a drastic step to form an Alliance. My father often tells me stories about mother's disappearance, and also how he desperately tried to find her, but all ended in dead ends. To this day he still has the hope that my mother is alive, though many people claims she is dead. Well I don't know much on this subject i was only one month old at the time. ''Recruits you will all make history tonight'' one of the leaders speaks up and the other by his side, as they walk closers to the future warriors of the Alliance and the memories of my initiation ceremony assault my mind. As the first born of an Alliance founder, i have had my fair share of what they call extras. Though i was a human, I was not treated as less than an experienced warrior that joined them, my gender had nothing to do with my role. Then i stood at the inferno of the ceremony of my eighth birthday. That was the night i became a murderer, as i blew the candles on my eighth birthday I took the responsibility for the agonizing cries of pain at the border of the beasts, it sounds weird been an eighth year old killer, but i had to do this for the memory of my mother. As long as i have a goal i won't stop, and i will continue to do this till I get old. My father's favorite book has more or less always been ''Little Red Riding Hood '' it was the only fairy tale he read to me before bed. And somehow, we both built an unrealistic relationship with this fairytale. Proof of this was the the blood-red hooded cape my father gave me for my birthday. I took part in the ceremony, dressed in a white dress the cloak and entered the woods wearing it. These boys won't go through the horror I had to create. These boys won't bathe in the blood of their enemies as my father commanded me to do. Today, been twenty years old, I see far too many problems with the things I had to do at such a young age, but at the time, I didn't care. Back then i wanted to prove myself and make my father proud. That night I met the man who claimed to live in a gated community. He was a wolf shifter, only they cut themselves off from humans and prefer to live within their territory. The brown-eyed monster was my victim. I followed orders, pretended to be a lost child and let him follow me deeper into the woods. I couldn't take him out while he was still alert and aware of his surroundings, so I told him that i was tired. When he tried to build a campfire to warm me up, i wrapped my arms around his neck, took my dagger and plunged it into his flesh. If i were older I might be able to kill him more cleanly, but i couldn't fight off an adult shifter as a child, so I sat by his side while he bled out. I watched as his blood boil as it dropped from the silver blade. I watched as he muttered ''why'' over and over again. He didn't curse me. The man didn't try to fight for his life, he just gave in . I expected to see the beast raging. But he just lay on the ground, silently repeating the question. Only when his end was near did the man cry out. He cried out at the top of his lungs, he wept, he called for his brothers and sisters. He cried out to heaven pleading with their imaginary deity, but no one came to his aid. Father had told me so many horror stories that I expected to see the beast raging. But he just lay on the ground, silently repeating the question. Only when his end was near did the man cry out. He cried out at the top of his lungs, he wept, he called for his brothers and sisters. He cried out to heaven pleading with their imaginary deity, but no one came to his aid