Little Red skipped and hopped through the forest with a
wicker picnic basket in hand and a sunshine smile on her face. Her red cloak
and hood flapped like a flag in the morning wind while goose bumps formed on
her arms from the chilly weather. After a lengthy summer of boiling hot
weather, a gentle breeze was most certainly welcome. By the time Red reached
the top of the hill, she gazed into the distance with a star-struck expression
and said, “My, what big eyes you have! You dead bastard!”
Her innocent aura was replaced with a menacing scowl as she
pulled the hood over her face and knelt down to unload her picnic basket.
Instead of delicious treats for grandma, Red pulled out pieces of a sniper
rifle and assembled them with military quickness. She laid on her stomach and
peered through the scope to acquire her target. Even with so many trees
standing in her way, the target was as clear as the morning weather. “That
bounty money is as good as mine, motherfucker!” she said with a sadistic grin.
Within Little Red Sniper’s crosshairs was the Big Bad Wolf
himself, the hairy beast moving gracefully with martial arts movements. Every
spin kick and palm strike would have made the legendary Bruce Lee proud. One of
his spin kicks managed to slice one of the trees down. The thunderous crash to
the ground made Little Red Sniper giggle and shake her head. “Pathetic. That’s
what it is,” she said under her breath. “All that kung fu BS won’t mean a damn
thing with a bullet in your head.”
After performing his kata, the Big Bad Wolf stood still and
breathed intensely to relax his body while he spread his palms out. This wasn’t
the kind of breath that could huff and puff and blow somebody’s house down, but
it did let Little Red know that he worked hard to perfect his craft despite her
unimpressed stare through the scope. The innocent-looking sniper focused her
crosshairs right between Wolfie’s eyes and she took the perfect shot.
As the thunderous blast rang out through the forest, Little
Red Sniper got up and celebrated her perfect shot with arm swinging dances and
moonwalk shuffles. She giggled as she peered through the sniper scope to see
just how badly Wolfie’s head exploded. “No fucking way,” she said to herself.
“This is some sugar frosted bullshit!”
Wolfie had caught the bullet with his fangs and spit it out
like chewed bubblegum. Instead of splattered brains, all she got was a tiny
trickle of blood running down his furry chin. The martial arts genius’s deadly
grin showed a dark side of him that the public was used to seeing. Even Little
Red had been quivering in her boots upon seeing such a vicious expression.
With her rifle still concentrated on the Big Bad Wolf,
Little Red slowly backed away while stuttering uh’s repeatedly. The further she
backed away, the closer Wolfie got as he power walked across the forest to go
in for the kill. Little Red kept backing away until she bumped into a muscular
figure behind her and dropped to her knees, losing her rifle in the process.
When Little Red reached over shakily to pick up her weapon,
she felt a death grip around the nape of her neck as it yanked her off the
ground kicking and screaming. “Put me down, you big oaf! I’ll pop your head
open once I get my rifle!” she threatened.
The massive hand turned her around and now she was face to
face with yet another razor sharp mouth and bloodlust glare. The orange flannel
shirt, the baggy blue jeans, the black combat boots, and the blood-covered axe,
not to mention the filthy green skin: they all spelled the presence of Hacksaw
the grumpy lumberjack. The orc leaned his face closer to Red’s and said in a
throaty voice, “You ain’t gonna do shit!” before tossing her aside easier than
a beach ball.
After Little Red bounced off of a tree stump, Hacksaw kicked
the sniper rifle away into the nearby bushes while the Big Bad Wolf leapt onto
the battlefield with grace and dexterity. Wolfie did some marital arts punches
and tornado kicks in the air to warm himself up, but only received a belly
laugh from an indifferent Hacksaw. “You think any of that shit’s going to
matter once I chop your goddamn head off?” he mockingly asked. “I don’t give a
damn about your big bad reputation; that money is mine!”
Hacksaw charged at Wolfie and swung his axe like a barbarian
possessed by eye-bulging rage. While that battle was going on, Little Red wiped
the dirt out of her eyes and slowly crawled towards the bushes where her sniper
rifle was kicked. “Almost there…” she said weakly before Hacksaw accidentally
stepped on her hand and made it sound like he walked on packing peanuts.
“Yeouch!” hollered Little Red as she pulled her hand out and
felt it pulsate with redness like she was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. “Watch where
you’re stepping, you giant sack of turds!”
Hacksaw grabbed Little Red by her crunchy wrist and slammed
her against Wolfie, sending him flying backwards against a tree, which crackled
and smashed upon impact. After tossing Little Red aside once again, Hacksaw
raised his axe to the sky and shouted, “Yes! That bounty money’s mine! Ha-ha! I
did it! Woo!”
Little Red once again attempted to crawl towards her weapon,
broken hand and all. This time she was sure she would retrieve it. It was
inches away from her good fingertips. Victory would be hers and bullets would
fly everywhere in this god forsaken forest. Her fingertips were on the barrel
when she felt a hard boot come down across her spinal cord. She yelped in pain
and howled like a puppy while Hacksaw pulled her up by her blond locks.
“I’ve had just about all I can stand of you, you crazy
bitch!” grunted Hacksaw with his axe raised in the air. “All I wanted was a
nice beachside vacation for my family and you’re out here trying to take that
shit away from me! That pretty little head of yours is coming off today!”
Little Red spit out blood and protested, “Beachside
vacation?! You’re doing all of this to get sand in your ass?! My grandmother
has cancer, for god’s sake! Hell, there are lots of guys out there who need
that bounty money more than you do! There will always be time to get salt water
in your nose and sand in your G-string! My grandmother has six weeks to live! I
need this money, damn it!”
“Ah, who cares about that old hag?!” grumbled Hacksaw. “She
would have been dead even if she didn’t have cancer! She’s probably so old that
she has Jesus on speed dial!”
“So this is it, huh?” said a familiar grunting voice. Once
Hacksaw recognized it as an arm-folded Big Bad Wolf, he released his grip on
Little Red and allowed her to scoot away while holding her lower back. Wolfie
continued with, “You two are finally going to be the ones who take me to jail
for a crime I didn’t commit? Of course they’re going to pin it on me. I’m a
fucking wolf! Never mind that the two of you are killing each other over some
ill-gotten reward. Never mind that children go missing every day around here.
Never mind that not one body was found out in these woods. Not one fucking
body!”
A beat of silence befell the bounty hunters as their
expressions softened and their shoulders slacked. Wolfie wasn’t done yet. “I
know how the so-called justice system works. It can’t be called justice at all.
The guy with the sharpest teeth and the martial arts skills is automatically
guilty despite there being no fucking evidence of any crime. How dare you judge
me based on a fake reputation! How dare you come at me looking for a shallow
reward! If I wanted to waste my time with you guys, both of you would be dead
as fried chicken by now!”
Wolfie stroked his chin and as a light bulb went off in his
head. “Come to think of it, there is one technique I’d like to try, but it
might actually kill me, it’s so powerful. I’ve been working on it for years. If
I could get it right, both of you would be dead ass motherfuckers and I could
finally live in peace. Yeah, that sounds about right…I call it the Wolf’s
Cannonball!”
Holding her hands up in defeat, Little Red pleaded, “Now
listen, Wolfie-Pie: you don’t need to do that shit. Both of us will get out of
here and leave you alone. Hell, we’ll probably start a petition to get that
bounty off your head. Right, Hacksaw?”
“Wolf’s Cannonball, my ass! I ain’t gonna help him with a
damn thing! He needs to die and if you’re too much of a sissy to collect that
bounty, I’m going to do it!” shouted Hacksaw as he charged at Wolfie with his
axe yet again despite Little Red’s protests.
In defense the Big Bad Wolf backed up Hacksaw by curling
into a ball and spinning in the air with mystic blue energy surrounding him.
Little Red crawled on the ground like a snail while Hacksaw tripped over
everything in fear until he was on his knees crouching into the fetal position.
The faster Wolfie spun in the air, the wider the blue energy spread and the
tighter Little Red and Hacksaw clutched their prone bodies. In a moment of
desperation, the two hunters even hugged each other knowing their financial
wishes wouldn’t come true and their lives would be over.
In a blinding flash of blue light, a jet engine wooshing
noise flew past Little Red Sniper and Hacksaw and had them screaming like
torture victims in hell. They screamed even louder as their skin boiled and
their hairs stood up. The energy got hotter and the light was bright enough to
damage eyes worse than a solar eclipse. And then…total darkness. All that
remained of Little Red and Hacksaw’s pain were migraine-sized headaches and pulsating
eyeballs.
“You can let go of me now, Hacksaw,” said Little Red Sniper
in a sheepish voice. The orc lumberjack obeyed and the two of them slowly rose
to their feet while dusting themselves off. Once Little Red popped her spine
back into place, she and Hacksaw saw that the Wolf’s Cannonball had left a deep
trail beneath them and that trail was leading into the city. They could see the
castle from here as it exploded into a bright blue fire before being sucked up
in a gigantic energy beam blasting into the sky.
“So that’s the Wolf’s Cannonball. He didn’t want to use it
on a couple of bounty hunters. He wanted to take down the justice system. Eh,
makes sense,” said Little Red with shrugged shoulders.
“I bet that castle as a shit load of gold in it somewhere.
Government buildings usually do. There’s probably enough in there for both of
us to get what we want,” said Hacksaw.
“Are you suggesting that we loot the castle?” asked Little
Red in minor shock. Once Hacksaw smiled and winked at her, she smiled back and
said, “For the first time in my life, I like the way you think!”
The two bounty hunters wrapped their arms around each other
and walked from the scene. Hacksaw asked, “Don’t you want your sniper rifle?”
“Meh. I’ll just buy a new one. Maybe I’ll get a rocket
launcher, who knows?” said Little Red nonchalantly.
“I also like the way you think!”
