Disclaimer: It's not mine. If it would be, then all actors would have green hair.
Smile
He could not breath. Everything hurt and he could not breath. Hansel tried to draw in air, but he just couldn't. Instead he coughed up blood. Lots of blood. How did this happen? He was a witch hunter, he was supposed to kill the witch, not to let the witch kill him. Well, things never work out how they should.
They fought a witch, they cut off her left arm and then that bitch just had to whirl around and bury her damn long claws into his chest. Hansel was sure she would rip out his heart. The witch had no chance to try that, because Gretel kicked her in the head, sending her on a flight without her broom. If it wasn't for the fact that he just got his lungs punctured, he would have cheered.
Another cough clawed his way up his throat, again he could not breath. Blood was gushing out from the smal holes in his chest and he felt like drowning.
Choking slowly on my own blood. Great.
A quick end sounded far more better. Who knows? Maybe a ripped out heart was mercy and not so fucking painful. Forget that, because with a ripped out heart he had no chance to witness how his dear sister kicked the witches ass. He would die while watching Gretel kill that bitch. This was a good way to die. Sadly Hansel felt his time running out and Gretel was still fighting. His head dropped to the ground, vision blurred. It was getting cold, the world started to spin.
Kill her.
There was a loud scream and the witch was dead, her headless body bleeding all over the ground.
Just like mine.
Gretels face was above him, full of shock and disbelief. In moments like this, Hansel would tell some stupid joke and smile. Tell her that it was just a scratch, that everything was going to be fine. But he can't, can't breath, can't talk.
At least I can smile. One last time
Gretel cupped his face, speaking words he no longer was able to understand. With the last bit of his strength Hansel smiled, showing her his red coated teeth. She screamed, shook him, but she did hold back her tears.
She is strong. With this in mind Hansel closed his eyes.
A/N: My friend dared me to do this, so blame him and not me. I would never let Hansel die. Let him suffer, yes, but never let him die... damn, I did that already. Oops.
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