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And yet ANOTHER plot bunny! Now that I've seen Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (five times, might I add), THIS popped into my head.

I know, it's bound to be a sad, heart-breaking story. I'm good at that.

So, without further ado and because I'm new to this fandom, I'm gonna shut up and let you get started.

Sit back and enjoy.

Love always,

Avoline

Hansel fired at the swamp witch. This would make their second one since being joined by Ben and Edward, and she was a bitch. Good thing he had told Ben to stay back a good ways. He'd be toast if he hadn't.

A scream reached his ears just as he saw the impossible.

Gretel was pinned against a tree, a knife buried to the hilt in her abdomen. He saw blood oozing from the wound, and he stood, paralyzed, as the witch yanked the blade back out and stabbed his sister again. His heart stopped beating, and all sound faded away.

"No," he breathed. "No, no, no!"

He lunged, his gun forgotten, his rage like fire on dry leaves. He landed a punch on her face, forcing her to drop the dagger. He grabbed it and plunged it into her chest. She screamed, but he didn't care. He forced the blade down, then over, cutting a hole into her body. He jammed his hand into her chest cavity and gripped her heart.

"Die, stupid bitch," he growled before snatching the organ out. He threw it aside and turned his attention back to Gretel.

He bit his tongue at the sight.

She was surrounded by a pool of blood. Her skin was paler than usual, and she was barely breathing. Her hair was matted by her own blood, and her clothes were stained.

She looked dead.

"Gretel," he half-sobbed, dropping to his knees beside her. "Gretel, just hand in there. Please, sis, just don't die."

"Hansel," she replied softly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was being stupid. I'm so sorry." He cradled her head in his lap, barely holding back the tears.

"Don't," he pleaded. "Gretel, don't. It's not your fault. Just stay awake, please. We can get help." She barely laughed and opened her eyes, and he nearly broke at how dim they already were.

"Keep smiling, Hansel," she instructed. "Just keep smiling and burn those witches." He managed a laugh.

"Burn 'em all," he quoted. She chuckled at his words before falling silent. He watched, praying that by some miracle she would survive.

Her chest rose, then fell, but never rose again.

He felt something snap in his chest. It might have been his heart, but he wasn't sure. The pain consumed him, and he couldn't remember it hurting this badly when Mina was killed.

Of course it didn't hurt as badly. He barely knew Mina. She was only the girl who save his life, and who had crazy, in-the-middle-of-the-woods sew with him.

This was Gretel. This was his little sister, who had saved his life when they were younger and who had been by his side for as long as he could remember. This was the only family he had left, the only remnant of the life they had before that night.

And she just died in his arms.

His eyes squeezed shut, the tears falling faster than he realized. The whimpers filled the air, soon turning into sobs. He clutched her lifeless body to his as he shook with each sob.

He was alone now. No parents, no Mina, and now, he had lost Gretel too.

I'm just a giant jinx.

A jinx who's lost everything.