Who is scared of the big bad wolf? The beast that walks the tale of Little Red Riding Hood? Well, it's not just a fantasy any longer. For the townspeople of Moonshire. The big bad wolves are all too real, a frightening reality. For centuries the werewolves had terrorized the forest-bound town, until a pact was made. From that day, the attacks on the villagers had stopped. The cost, however, was blood; sacrifice. At first it was animals, but then the werewolves demanded more. From that point on, it was human sacrifice. Every Friday evening, there would be a drawing. written on each tiny slip of paper is the name of every girl from the ages of 14 to 19. Whoever was chosen shall be the sacrifice. Every friday night, the chosen girl is chained outside the thick rock walls of the town and left there, helpless as she awaits her fate.<br/><br/>That is where the story begins.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">My characters:</span></span><br/><br/>Name: Loretta Thorne<br/>Age: 18<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Type: Human<br/>Looks:<a class="postlink" href="http://styledip.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/light-brown-hairstyles.jpg">L</a><a class="postlink" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14334631/beautyful-girl-long-brown-hair-pretty-Favim.com-113060_large.jpg">o</a><a class="postlink" href="http://www.paischaroscreations.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Blue-eyes-curly-hair-globes-pretty-girl-snow-thinspiration-white-Favimcom-69980.jpg">r</a><a class="postlink" href="http://i.neoseeker.com/mgv/448567-sakura%2520nymph/567/26/b4anime_girl_66521_display.jpg">e</a><a class="postlink" href="http://pic.wenwen.soso.com/p/20110321/20110321220648-951243511.jpg">t</a><a class="postlink" href="http://img.photo.yume.vn/photo/pictures/20120312/nobita_mituot/origin/a4_392262945.jpg">t</a><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNadd2CCcds">a</a><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Friday had come yet again. Which meant another lottery, another sacrifice, another chance at death. Each time it is someone else's name called, the rest of us sigh in relief. We life to see another Friday. The unlucky victim is dragged away out of town and is never seen again. It's our way of living, our circle and cycle of life and death, survival and sacrifice. One dies so the rest of us can live. But what if that sacrifice is your best friend? Or your sister? What do you do then? Most would cry and then get over it soon enough. They wouldn't do anything to save their companion. Loretta Thorne, however, am not one of those people.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Aveline Thorne." The name hung in the air as it was called, and the crowd's gaze glanced around. Never before had they heard of a girl by that name. Aveline clutched Loretta's hand, whimpering and shaking. She had barely turned 14 a week before. She didn't deserve to be the victim. Suddenly, the girl was torn away from her sister. Cries and pleads rose into the air as the dragged her from the crowd, tears streaming down her face. "Stop!" Loretta screamed, chasing after them. "I'll take her place. Just please, let her go." The crowd broke into murmurs. No one ever volunteered to take the place of another as a sacrifice. But her family deserved to have one of their daughters live. She had seen life, she had lived through the best and the worst. But little Aveline had barely begun to live as a teen, she hadn't tasted the sweetness of love or happiness of true friendship that had lasted since childhood. She deserved to live as she was, and Loretta wasn't going to let her life be taken away like this.</span><br/><br/>That's how she ended up here, chained to the outer wall of the town in the dead of night. The sun had long set, and the creatures of the night were awake. It seemed like it had been hours since Loretta had been brought out here, trapped and helpless. Prey, snared so that it cannot escape. Her mind races with fear and the chains rattled. The girl was shaking, but not from fear really. It was freezing out here, and wearing nothing but her thin white dress that she had worn to the name picking earlier today she was sure she would died of hypothermia first. Why hadn't she been killed yet? Were the wolves hiding just far enough out of her sight, waiting for the girl to fall asleep? Were they taunting Loretta by leaving her alive, frightened, wondering when they will attack? Their tricks were cruel and ruthless, but she then remind myself of why she is here.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Aveline is safe. She will not be harmed. She will live happily and never have to live in fear of this fate again.'</span><br/><br/>Loretta turned her head, snapped out of her happy thoughts as she heard movement from the treeline. Her eyes strained in the darkness to see what was hidden within the shadows. The moonlight shone down, though it wasn't enough to light the forest any better. It was cloudy and windy. Every so often the clouds would cover the moon, hiding it from sight. 'When will this torment end?'