She had told him that she was okay. She said 'I'm okay, go get the children!' She had said it like she meant it, with a face that was somehow happy, despite her predicament. Hansel hadn't been sure of the troll in front of his sister, but he had taken her word and run off to save the kids.

The witch with the short hair, the one they had captured originally, stood over a little girl with an ax in hand. She held it above her head, ready to swing it down and chop the girl's head off. And she would have, if Hansel hadn't put a bullet through her stomach. The witch dropped to her knees, the ax on the ground next to her and completely forgotten as she watched him approach. He cut her head clean off with another round.

He took a glance back at Gretel before continuing to help the children. She seemed fine, the troll was actually helping her; he broke the chains that bound her to the rock. So Hansel turned back to the kids.

He didn't see the troll be flung off the cliff. He didn't see his sister trying to fight the witch. He didn't see Muriel's stolen blade plunge deep into Gretel's chest. He didn't see Muriel cut out her heart, killing her painfully. He didn't see anything until it was all over.

Hansel was on the ground, he had finally managed to kill the Siamese witches. His leg hurt like hell, but he tried to ignore it as he frantically looked around for Mina or Gretel. There was no sign of either of them, so he slowly made himself stand. Feeling a bit dizzy, he held onto the wall and made an attempt to steady himself. Slowly but surely, he made his way towards the fireplace.

That was when he saw her. Gretel was a heap in a pool of her own blood, with a gaping, bloody hole in her chest. "Oh god." His leg pain was completely forgotten as he took off running. "No!"

He dropped to his knees next to Gretel and frantically tried to think. Surely there was some way to save her; there had to be! He grabbed her arm and checked her pulse. It wasn't there. "No, no, no." He begged, clutching her lifeless hand to his chest and then his cheek. She was already getting cold. "Gretel, no!" His voice broke and he put his free hand over his eyes to try to stop the tears.

"Oh, poor baby." Muriel's mocking voice came from behind him. Her hands were bloody and when she held one up Hansel could see Gretel's still beating heart clutched in her hand. "Guess you couldn't save your slut of a sister." He glared up at her, rage filling every corner of his mind.

Slowly he rose, the witch's taunting gaze following his every movement. He fully stood, the pain of the loss outweighing the pain in his leg. "You. Bitch." He growled. Muriel smirked wickedly at him.

"You sister," She began to raise the heart. "Had such a beautiful soul."

Hansel snapped. He whipped a knife out of his sleeve and charged her. Muriel, predicting such a thing, quickly dodged. His blind rage caused him to take it in slower, and so he fell over instead of stabbing. Embarrassed and even more furious, he quickly tried to stand again. "Come on you pathetic fool!" The witch bellowed. "Surely you can do better than that!"

So Hansel lunged at her again, and again he failed and found his back on the ground. The witch continued to scream mockery at him until he tried again. His strength was fading fast. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go on, but he sure as hell wouldn't go down without a fight. Again and again he got back up and was throw back down. It was a continuous cycle.

Hansel was flung to the ground once again- but this time he didn't get up. He had been throw next to his sister and when he turned and saw her face… he couldn't go on anymore. Tears pricked at his eyes as he watched Gretel's unmoving eyes, wide open in pain. No matter how much the witch mocked and harassed him, he laid next to his sister and refused to move off the ground.

He reached out and pressed his hand against her cold cheek. He took one last painful gaze into her brown eyes, before closing her eyes with his thumb. "Do it." He choked out as the tear openly began to fall. "Kill me, for the love of God!" His raw voice echoed around them.

Muriel stopped her teasing and took a few steps toward the brother and sister. "Silly boy." She said, her voice harsh and cruel. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to let you live through this, let you suffer through the guilt and sorrow. Let you experience her final moments in your nightmares." The broken man began to sob. She reached down a hand and touched his injured calf. He jerked his leg away and tried to curl up as tight as he could next to Gretel's body. "I'm only trying to help, deary." Venom dripped from every word she said. Once more she leaned down and placed her hand on his calf. He didn't move this time; he didn't have the strength.

She worked her magic, fixing his leg to prevent an infection. She might have started on his upper body, but she figured his whore would fix that for him. "This is our goodbye." She stated, calling her broomstick to her hand.

"For now, bitch." Hansel muttered, the words barely audible.

Muriel only grinned. "Farewell Hansel." And with that she bent over and tapped his forehead. Hansel easily slipped into a dreamless slumber.

So, what do you guys think? If I get some good feedback, then I'll definitely continue the story! This was originally intended to be a one-shot, but then I actually got a plot idea and this happened! So tell me what you think and I'll (hopefully) update as soon as I can!

-Clover