Red Riding Hood: Book 1 Chapter 2

Verse 1
Who wants to play with me next?

With a look of angelic bliss on her sweet little face, Red Riding Hood appeared.

Slash of a sword!

Chop of an axe!

Her eyes shone with utter delight as she shot her gun with a bang.

"I wanna play, I wanna play!

I wanna play, I wanna play!"

But first, she had to revive her author so she could play, and play, and KILL!

Do you wanna play even more?

Oh boy, do I! I wanna have even more fun!

Maybe you should keep going, then!

Wonderful encounters surely await you!

Verse 2
What's wrong with you guys?

We could've had so much fun!

...If you didn't die so quickly!

Verse 3
Boo... Normal folks just won't do.

I need someone to swallow me whole like that big bad puppy.

Verse 4
I wanna burst out of their stomach, axe swinging like the huntsman.

Then I can curl up in its nice, warm intestines.

Verse 5
I wanna stuff its belly with stones, just like my granny did, and sew it up with a needle.

Verse 6
I just wanna keep playing!

Play! And kill!

And play some more!

Verse 7
I could play all day, but I musn't forget about my author.

Killing my author would be the most fun of all!

Verse 8
Oh my, what a treat!

Now I just gotta revive my author!

Your don't have a problem with that, right?

Verse 9
And if I forget about my author, I wouldn't be me anymore, now would I?

Verse 10
Red Riding Hood continued to revel, until something odd appeared.

"Who are you?"

Red Riding Hood was truly baffled.

Before her was a version of herself drenched in darkness.

"Hehe. I guess you'll have to do.

Let's play!"

Red Riding Hood grinned and seized her weapon.

It looks just like me! I love it!

Will you kill each other?

Great! Play all you want!

Yay! Let's play! Don't be shy!

Red Riding Hood could finally play with herself!

She could pull that beautiful hair and wrap her hands around that delicate throat!

And as she screamed and cried, she could gouge out those tearful eyes!

"Does it hurt yet? Well, does it?

This is such fun! The most fun! Don't you agree?"

Even if

she could only satisfy herself,

she found it all the more enjoyable.

"Of course I'm having fun, silly,"

said the other Red Riding Hood, as she smiled in return.

Discordant Poem
There's nothing worse than an overactive child who doesn't know when to stop.

If there were two of her, the playing would never end!

It was as if her wish had come true!

It was no concern of hers how many people wound up dead.

Playing with her victims was the most deliciously wonderful thing in the world, after all!