I never much liked people telling me what to do, so I used to pretend I actually enjoyed doing stuff by the book and secretly made my own damn rules.

One day my mom suggested that I should visit my grandmother. She never liked the woman, so yeah, why not send the little naive daughter to pay a visit to the old annoying lady, and wash away the guilt.

I put on a red cape and a big smile, stocked myself with some liquor, equiped my ears with headphones and for that brief, special moment, felt like a superhero;  hopping away full speed.

My silhuette has long faded in the distance when a wolf crossed my path. He seemed cool and looked quite handsome, so I gladly accepted his hint to derail from the way I usually took.

We chatted for a while, and then I continued my little adventure. I kept thinking about him all the way to grandmas house. It was an attraction you only feel a few times in a life. If you are lucky, that is...

I reached my goal quickly and knocked on the door. Someone was running to get to the door. It'd certainly be a new record for an old lady. I knew immediately that something was off.

It was wulf at the door, mascaraded as my grandma, but very much transparent to me. It was deffintely him! Like a lady is likely to forget eyes like his.

I was playing dumb for a while, so I jiggled around some questions like: "Gran; you  sound odd - how is health treating you this days?" and subtly included compliments like "Gran, what big eyes you have today;" winking his way.

He read me like and open book and it was a fun game we were playing. I mean, we both knew where things were headed and I've never been more excited in my life....

Suddenly this crazy man with an axe violently broke down the front door and jumped on my sexy wulf. I was furious. Another redneck jackass who assumes every high pitched sound surely indicates an assult...

He attacked the wulf, trying to save my grandmother at every cost, as I watched helplessly, shocked and numb, while he chocked life away from those pretty brown eyes.

Robbed of new found excitment, my brain was left repeating the same thoughts over and over again:

"Fucking heroes. Save us from yourselfs, why don't you?"