It shouldn't have ended like this. Hansel thought bitterly.

Years spent hunting and killing the things nightmares were made of. He and his sister had fought and destroyed them all. Ironic that it would be a mere man who would ruin them. How could it be that a simple human being would be the creature to finally stop the famous witch hunters?

Hansel's body was wracked by another torrent of pain. His back arched off the dirty wooden floor of the one room cabin and the chains binding his wrists clanged as he shook. A scream threatened to erupt from his throat but he clenched his teeth and swallowed back the cry. He wouldn't let Gretel hear his pain. She was suffering too much, what was being done to her was monstrous and he refused to add any more pain to her world.

All my fault. Gretel thought as the sick man hovering above her defiled her body again and again. His foul breaths making her gag as he grunted into her face.

The pain wasn't the worst of it. Gretel had suffered countless injuries in her life, physical pain she was accustom to. It was the thought that she'd failed her brother which hurt the most. Hansel was lying only feet from her, his body jerking with pain and the need for his medicine; the medicine which was so tantalizingly close to her own outstretched fingers. She fought wildly against her attacker trying to throw off his oppressive weight; all of her training and technique forgotten in her panic. The man above her was angered by her struggles and slapped her across the face. Her head rocked to the side by the force of the blow and her vision dimmed for a few seconds. The man between her legs resumed his assault on her body once she was still again.

Gretel spit out a mouth full of blood and turned her head to check on her brother. Their eyes met and Gretel felt humiliated to know that Hansel was seeing what was being done to her. She'd have given almost anything to keep him from watching. It seemed like the man had been raping her for hours, although Gretel knew it hadn't been that long. At first Hansel had fought against the chains binding him to the wall but as the need for his medicine increased his struggles had decreased. Now the most he was capable of was simply breathing. Breathing and watching his sister being brutalized. After another agonizing few minutes the man groaned, shuddered, and fell onto Gretel breathing heavily in the aftermath of his completion.

Little cunt isn't fighting anymore is she? Gustav thought as he pushed his sweat soaked body off of the young woman.

He smirked as she turned onto her side and curled up into a tight ball. She'd fought like a wild cat at first, but now she simply lay there and cried. Gustav loved that he'd broken her. The threats she'd screamed at him before he'd started had been impressive, Gustav would admit that. He'd never heard such filth pour from a woman's mouth before. But just like every bitch he'd ever known she was all talk and no action.

The brother was no longer fighting either Gustav noticed. He wasn't sure what was wrong with the younger man, but it seemed like he'd be dead before Gustav had a chance to finish him off. Too bad, he'd been looking forward to taking the girl in front of her brother at least once more.

"Hey girlie you aren't giving out on me now are you? I plan on using you at least a few more times." He whispered into Gretel's ear as he leaned over and pulled her hair to force her head back.

The girl mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that?" He mocked and leaned closer to her.

"I said you'll never fucking touch me again you bastard." Gretel suddenly shouted.

Without warning she lashed out both of her legs and caught Gustav in the groin. He let out a strangled cry of pain and doubled over, his hands covering his testicles protectively. Before he had a chance to even draw in a breath she kicked him again, this time in the face. The loud crack of his jaw breaking brought a slight smile to Gretel's face. The large man fell to the floor in a daze and spit out a mouth full of blood and teeth.

Gretel stood above the pathetic excuse for a man, heedless of her nudity, wanting nothing more than to torture and humiliate him as badly as he had her. But greater than Gretel's need for revenge was her need to protect her brother. Moving quickly she grabbed her knife from where it had fallen earlier and slit the man's throat in one smooth motion, feeling absolutely no remorse as she took his life.

"Hansel!" Gretel screamed as she scrambled to get his medicine. She clutched the syringe tightly in her hand and scurried to the prone still form of her brother, ignoring the screaming pain raging through nearly every inch of her body. She had jammed the needle into his thigh and dispensed the medicine before her rapist had even finished twitching.

It always took a few minutes for Hansel's medicine to work when he went too long without it. Gretel used the time while she waited to dress herself, although since her clothing had been ripped off of her it didn't cover much, but she felt better being at least a little more concealed.

Once dressed Gretel settled herself on the ground and picked up Hansel slightly so that his head could rest in her lap. His breathing was shallow and uneven and his pulse was much too slow. She tapped her brother's face lightly to try and bring him around with no success.

"Hansel please wake up. Please? You can't leave me alone big brother. Not now… not after…" Gretel plead to her unconscious brother.

She couldn't understand why he wasn't waking up. It had never taken this long for his medicine to work before. Gretel didn't know what to do. She knew her brother needed help, but she wasn't willing to leave him alone and unprotected. It was beginning to get dark outside and they never had found the witch who they'd originally come into the woods after in the first place. If she left her brother now she could be leaving him in the hands of a monster.

"Hansel wake up! Wake Up!" She shouted straight into his face, hoping that this perhaps would finally bring him around, but he didn't give her even so much as a twitch.

As the light faded from the room Gretel lay down on the ground and curled her body up next to her brother's. She kept one hand on his chest so that she could feel his heart beating at all times. In her other hand she kept her dagger clutched so tightly that her knuckles turned white and her fingers cramped.

Gretel couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the dead body of her rapist. She knew he was dead. She'd felt his hot blood gush over her hand and had watched it pool and congeal on the floor. But no matter how many times she assured herself that he couldn't hurt her anymore Gretel couldn't seem to stop watching him. In the near total darkness of the cabin Gretel couldn't stop seeing his face looming over hers. Unwanted memories flashed through her mind and without warning Gretel was screaming. Screaming and crying and wishing more than anything that her brother would wake up and make things better for her, just like he'd been doing their whole lives.

"Please wake up Hansel." She whispered once more into the darkness.

TBC

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A/N- I haven't written fanfiction or well anything else for that matter in a long time. I'm trying hard to get back into the practice of writing. Thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you'll stick around and check back for more of the story soon.