Little Red (super-rough planning draft)

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The footsteps of Little Red were light, despite her frantic running - she was soft, light. Blood had been running down the inside of her thighs. It was drying now.

Thorns bit into her feet - the black mary-janes had come off somewhere. She was holding red-stained glass in her right hand.
She needed to make sure nothing could get inside her again.

"Red! Red, please stop!" The wind howled through the trees. It was so frightening - why wouldn't he go away? She had left her breadbasket behind for him. Couldn't he eat that?

"Grandmother, grandmother," she chanted desperately, and the small, rotting cottage came into view. "Grandmother!" she cried, throwing open the door. She felt relief at the sight of her grandmother, sitting still in her rocking chair, staring blankly ahead. "Grandmother, the big bad wolf is after me! Would you let me use grandfather's axe?"

Silence followed, and Little Red clapped, picking up the heavy weapon from right where she'd left it, safe with her first husband, John. He was a woodcutter.

The strain of lifting the heavy weapon re-opened her wounds, but she felt safer now.
She needed to kill him, and then she needed to fix herself.

Little Red had given birth to the Big Bad Wolf's child.
Little Red had given birth to a monster.

The door creaked open, and he stepped in softly, gingerly. He wanted to trick her into thinking he was safe, didn't he?

"Please, just take the bread, take the bread!" she cried, stepping back in fright. He looked confused for a moment, and then upset.

"Red! It's your daughter in here! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He held forward the basket, revealing a small baby in ragged blankets. As soon as its eyes settled on her, she began screaming.

Thuk
The axe went into his side.
And then his head.
Arm.
Stomach.
Face.
Heart.

Little Red ached.
She was bleeding again, and her body was sore.

She left the monsters behind her, stumbling through the forest until she came across a young man.

"Miss, are you alright? I heard screaming." She looked up at him with blue eyes full of tears.

"Mr. Woodcutter, I was just attacked by wolves. Please take me home..."