Heyo! What's up guys? Marie, here, or as some of you know me, Turtlelove2! I set up this fanfiction account with a friend so we could work and write stories together. This is our first story together so hope you guys enjoy!
A witch is standing outside of the tavern they're in, calculating her options. She can tell she doesn't have many because killing them is out of the question. There are three of them, and not two like before. Plus, they're in a crowded building. Normally, she would jump at the chance to make a show; if she didn't think she would die trying. Gretel is sitting with her feet propped up on the bar next to Hansel's. The third is a young male. She hasn't ever seen him before, but he's coated in weapons and standing to the side of Hansel that is farthest from Gretel.
The male has been entertaining himself for some time now, teasing Gretel. Hansel has been defending him, saying that they need his help. For what, the witch could not say. She could tell though, that Gretel was immensely jealous of the newcomers talents. He could do things that even the witch herself was jealous of.
The witch had a plan, a plan that had taken a while to make, but a plan nonetheless. It included more than just tonight, but tonight she wanted to 'greet' the trio. Tonight, she wanted to make it clear she wasn't dead. She would make a show, but she wouldn't kill anyone to do so.
She slams open the door, smiling with satisfaction as it hit the wall with a huge bang. Every single pair of eyes was trained on her face in complete horror and fear. As soon as Gretel saw her, she slammed the beer down on the bar, dropped her feet onto the floor, and slowly stood up. The witch could see recognition in her eyes. She knew Gretel remembered her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Gretel said with so much venom, you would have thought she could be a snake.
Hansel got up and put his arm between the witch and Gretel. The witch could easily tell he wasn't trying to protect Gretel, he was trying to keep her from starting a fight.
The younger male stood up and has a gun cocked; training it on her face. "Who the hell is this?"
At first, no one said a word. Not a single person dared to move, or even breathe. Everyone held their breath, watching, waiting, wondering what would happen next.
The witch was the one to break the spell of silence. "Allow me to introduce myself." She said it in the most sarcastic, yet formal, way possible. She extended her arm and bowed to them.
"I'm Muriel."
Duh, Duh, Duuuuuuuuhhh! How's that for a prologue? :) Anyways, hope you all enjoyed and, as always, feel free to give us any feedback you have! Seeya next time!