Summary: what if Red never Killed Peter? What if something else happened? What if he lost something? A Hand, I suppose? What if he replaced that hand with a hook?

Disclaimer: I Do NOT own the genius Idea of the story, if I did I'd be way more talented.

Setting: Before the Curse, in the enchanted forest

The Night Red Tied Peter up to the tree to hold him down because she was certain he was the Wolf. Red said she would stay all night with him, but she didn't stay the whole night, she left for a half hour to get fire wood. But during that time she left her red Cloak at the tree with Peter.

As we know now she changes into the wolf without the cloak and the cloak protects her. But then she didn't know it. No one knew, except one.

Peter heard a Crinkle in the forest.

"Red?" he whispered

No answer

There was another crinkle but this time loader.

"Who's there?" Peter asked, "Red?"

Out of nowhere the wolf sprang out its jaw heading for him. A shot of pain ran in his left wrist, but the wolf bit the chain open, when it attacked him. He expected to get tackled again, but the wolf seemed distracted by a sound, it sounded like someone running, and the only thing he thought was 'I hope Reds safe' at first he thought it was Red, but as the person or shall I say persons, came closer he saw it was a mob, of wolf hunters, so he ran away.

That night Red dreamed of Peter, his wavy smooth dark hair, that always seemed to smell like apples, and his beautiful dark eyes, and his comforting, warm smile, the were walking together holding hands in the warm sunlight, he looked at her in a way every girl wanted to be looked at, as they walked she rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed her forehead.

They sat under a tree, a familiar one, and he just looked at her, with that same look, but his eyes changed, they looked more dog like, then his ears became pointier, and his teeth larger, then the beautifully lit sky became dark, she looked away for a moment and then she looked back the wolf was in Peters place growling at her,

"P-Peter" she stuttered "W-W-What are you doing?"

The wolf growled louder then it pounced up in the air with its mouth wide open, headed straight for her

"PETER!" Red Screamed

She shot up in a cold sweat, she was breathing hard, and then she realized she was in her room, in the cabin. She laid back down thinking of what her dream was about.

'Peter,' she thought 'the wolf'

'Peter'

"Peter!" She said a little to loudly , as she sprung out of bed and out the cabin door.

She ran and ran until she found herself at the tree where she last saw Peter. He was gone. The chain was broken, and the white snow stained in red blood. It started with drops then it grew into puddles as she followed the trail of blood, then in the puddle of blood was a hand not attached to anything. It was a firm hand. A man's hand.

She thought she was going to be sick, she didn't touch it she backed away, not knowing what to do. She started to feel sick and wheezy, as so many emotions swept in her mind, scared, frightened, hate, sadness, regret, loneliness. Love….

Then everything went black.

When she woke up from her blacking out she looked up, and the hand still laid there, stiff and motionless, she started to cry, and cry she felt so sad and helpless. She would stop crying because she would make herself feel better. When she came to her senses she just stared at the lifeless hand. She was sure the hand was Peters, so it made her cry again, more than the first time.

She didn't bother to call out his name because she was sure he was long gone. Dead. And she was sure the hand was all that was left of him.

But how could I have not known sooner? She thought to herself, how did I end up back I my room, the last thing I remember was gathering fire wood. She started to cry some more, how could I be so stupid? What happened last night? Why is this, the only thing left?

She realized that staying there staring at the hand would do her no good so she wiped her eyes and decided to get up, she took in a shaky deep breath then let it out, then walked away. She looked back to the last place she and Peter had spent together.

That's when she noticed the foot Prints.

Oh a Cliff Hanger, anyway I love the TV Show, Once Upon A Time, and I love fairy tales, and fantasy, so I wrote this. So what did you think? Please REVIEW!

-Mel