English 100
15 Feb 2001

From somewhere inside the cabin floated the babble of a radio and maybe it was this that made it harder for whoever was at home to hear the crying of the baby. The dark blue buggy on the porch rocked a little and a pair of pink arms stretched, craving for attention from its rim. But no one came. And at last, distracted by the play of sunlight on his hands and forearms, the baby gave up and began to coo instead.

The only one who heard was the wolf. The sly creature inched its way around the cabin, looking for anyone who might stop him from taking her prey. The wolf was a lean woman of twenty something. She peered into an open cabin window with her beady gray eyes looking for any sign of life besides the baby. She was appropriately dressed in bland gray clothes, which had the stamp of a prison across its back. Regardless of the radio, Ann couldn't help but notice the cabin appeared abandoned, chairs were flung against walls, and tabled were turned, yet a faint smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the forest surrounding the tiny cabin. The aroma was what had attracted Ann to the tender sight in which she was investigating at the moment.

As she swept the room once over, she realized she was at the back of the cabin, and through a series of open doors, she could see the bassinet of the lone baby on the porch. Hurrying to the other side of the cabin, Ann peered into the crib. The infant had long since given up crying and was playing with a newly discovered toy, her toes.

Ann smiled at the tiny newborn as she gently picked her up and nestled the baby against her. Floods of memories began to replay in her head as she rocked the baby off to sleep. Ann vaguely remembered the day that had changed her life, the reason she was running through the woods in prison garb. Sitting down on a nearby rocking chair, Ann began to think back as she teetered back and forth.
Ann, only young girl of 18 ran up the steps of a nursery, her black hair following her as the sunlight glistened in the warm afternoon. Slowing her pace, she walked into a tiny room. Two toddlers immediately ran up to Ann, each curling their legs and arms around one of her legs. A woman smiled at Ann as she scooped up the kids.

"Okay, let's go home." She told the two. The children, obviously twins were dressed in matching clothes. To the left was Emily a tiny girl with a head full of blond hair who was wearing a blue dress, which matched perfectly to her brother, Joshua's blue overalls, and both were wearing matching sneakers.

Ann set the two back onto their feet as she held their hands. Walking out of the building with them, she stopped halfway down the pathway to her car. A dark limousine had just rounded the corner and began to slow as it edged up next to Ann's car. Emily and Joshua immediately took refuge behind their mother as they clung to her legs. Ann waited on the stone path as the limousine slowed, then finally stopped. A tall man stepped out, his midnight black hair slicked back seemed to match the expensive designer suit he was wearing. A barrage of body guards exited the limousine with him, looking around cautiously as if they expected a rainstorm of bullets to befall them at the turn of the next second. Ann took the hands of her two children into her own...

Author's Note: This is unfinished, and I'm unsure if I actually want to finish it.