Monday, April 13, 2015

Blood Red - Excerpt

Red readied herself to slam her shoulder on the wooden door. As she retracted, her muscles tensed and she ran to it again. The saying “third time’s the charm” seemed to apply to her case as the wooden door shot back and opened.

The hooded girl immediately grasped at the hilt of her sword, eyes darting to and fro around the entrance before stepping inside. She stood in the room for a moment, examining for anymore signs of strangeness. Red frowned when she noticed marks on the floor. She bended down, touching the scars gingerly.

The girl straightened herself and quietly walked deeper into the quiet house. She turned doors, looked under tables and flipped open cupboards. However, there was no sign of her grandmother. When she was finished searching the house, careful not to touch things with her bare hands, sirens were in the distance. At the sound, Red poked her head out of the window to watch as the blur of red and blue flooded the forest’s natural dark green and eerie brown.

As they pulled up, the girl walked out with a slow stride. As the police pulled out of their cars, she bended down to talk to the chief, Detective Gumshoe. The detective was about half her height and was adorable with his new seasonal coat and was coated in the pink of his land. The bear was adorable in all ways but one, his face was stern and tired for all the hourless nights he has to stay up for.

He greeted her with a nod. “Red, what’s goin’ on?” He mumbled, taking a puff out of his cigar. Red ignored the dreadful smell and pointed at her grandmother’s house. He said with a raised eyebrow, “Witch stole your voice again?”

Red nodded, but furrowed her eyebrows at him. Though he had no business in her life, there were more impending problems than a little town gossip. She forced his small head to the wooden cottage, pointing her hand to it with as much of a serious face her permanently neutral one could muster.

“Alright, alright!” He growled, trying to shake her hands off. “Your granny’s missin’ again, huh?”
She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows again. He seemed very nonchalant about the whole situation. She tilted her head at him, raising an eyebrow in the process.

“Hm? What’s got your dress in a twist?” She frowned. “Okay, okay. Just joshin’. You probably think I’m being too nonchalant about this, right?” She nodded. “Well, here’s the thing kid, your granny tends to go “missing” a lot. I’m sure she’s just visiting the fairies or somethin’.” Red frowned, picking the bear up.

He growled and snapped at her, yelling and screeching something about his rights. Red rolled her eyes, stomping back inside the wooden home. The detective went quiet as she walked into her grandmother’s room.

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