The Three Little Pigs of NIMH (part 3)

"Hahahah!" cackled a voice filled with malice and anger.

"Wh-Why are you doing this to me?" screeched the little, old lady. She had just regained conciousness a few minutes before. She had no recollection of where she was or who was standing by the window just outside the light of the room's only candle. She could only see the silohette of what looked to be a man. Still there was something funny about his appearence. If she were in any other circumstances she probably would have figured out what it was.

She was tied to a rocking chair with some thick rope. There was no chance she could break it to get loose. The chair was very old though, almost as old as her. Her only hope of freedom lied in the chair failing. Every time she struggled against her bonds the chair would make a terrible creak. Still though it showed no signs of giving out. Even if she did her captor would probably notice the lack of creaking and turn around. He would easily be able to catch her. She hadn't run in years and he sounded in the prime of his youth.

"Why am I doing this? You really want to know why? I'm doing this to wipe out your entire family. None of you deserve to live. None! And pretty soon none will. Hahahah!"

"No... You're going to kill my granddaughter? Why? Leave her out of this! Whatever qualm you have with me, just leave her be! Please!" The woman began crying. He was going to kill her granddaughter and there was notihng she could do. She had never felt so helpless before.

"You killed my father, you stupid bitch!" The captor moved closer to her into the light. Now she could see what looked off about him. He wasn't a man at all. He was a wolf! "You were too stupid to realize he was high on sugar and wasn't himself. He had been clean or six months and had a relapse. He came by looking for your husband who used to be his dealer. All he wanted was some more sugar! That's it! And you shot him in cold blood with a shotgun! You're the monster here not me!" The creature was trembling in rage.

"You're right. You're right. Kill me. Just leave poor Jessica out of this," pleaded the woman. She was sure the wolf was going to rip her throat out at any second and she had to save her granddaughter.

"Heheheh, she's already dead." The wold started moving even closer to the woman, getting into position for the kill. The sides of his mouth were twitching in anticipation. Drool began leaking down the sides of his chin. He could already taste the sweet taste of her warm flesh. He was going to take his time though. She was the last of this cursed family. There would never be another after she was dead.

The woman filled with anger and sadness after learning of her granddaughter's fate, did the only thing she could; she spit right in the wolf's eye. "You're as crooked as your old man. You deserve to be slaughtered and eaten just like him!" All she could hope for now was that the wolf would make her death as quick and painless as possible. She began to say anything she could think of to make the wolf angry enough to finish her off quickly. "Wolf meat goes good with lemon and broccoli you know. That's how we cooked your father you know."

The wolf smacked the woman with his paw as hard he could. That shut her up. "Let's see if you make half as much noise as your precious granddaugter." The wolf mused.

By the time the woman came back to her senses the wolf had already began his work. She had no more thoughts of trying to get him to finish her quickly. To her there was nothing left but agony.

Out in the forest, no animal slept that night. Nothing could sleep through the endless shrieks of that old woman.