Hello!(: so I've written a pitch perfect story that's still in the works, so I'm not completely a new writer. But this is a whole different world of writing so I will most likely need suggestions and ideas throughout this story. So review review review(:

this story is what would've happened if the two weren't siblings, and if they've met by fate(So they can be together without that uncomfy feeling of reading incest). I just saw the movie theater day and realllyy wanted to write something for it.

disclaimer: I wish I owned Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters

Gretel POV:

"Father? Father!" I yelled as I followed his orders, sitting on the cold, wet ground left by the man that raised me. What was going to happen to me? Will I die in these dark, cold woods?

I stumble to my feet, finding my way through the woods with tears in my eyes. Maybe I can find a nearby town or someone who could help me.

I'm not even sure how long it's been, but all I know is that I'm starving and the sun is starting to rise. I see a clearing about fifty feet away from me and use the last of my energy to run to the brightly colored house that closely resembles a gingerbread house.

"Hello!? Hello!?" I pounded on the door, and begged for entrance. Whatever was behind that door couldn't compare to the sharp pains my hunger was giving me. I swung my arm back to pound the door again, but hit my elbow off of one of the white icicle, causing it to break with gooey, sugary frosting to ooze out.

"No way.." I grabbed a piece from it and shoved it in my mouth, candy. This whole house was made of candy. I ripped colorful gumdrops and creamy chocolate chunks off of walls and pillars until the double doors slowly swung open. If the outside of the house was this delicious, then what awaits me inside?

I cautiously walked through the portal, expecting a candy land of sorts, until I heard a young boy yelling "Run!"

It was too late. The doors slammed behind me and as pupils dilated to the candlelit room, I saw how wrong I was. There was dust covering the already dull colored room. A boy who looked about my age sat, staring at me with horror-filled eyes, in a wooden cage. He also looked very sick and pale but somehow his face became paler when a decaying witch swooped down right in my face.

Her eyes were completely black and lifeless. Her skin shriveled and wrinkled like old, brown leather. Clumps of thinning, dirty hair clung to her scalp for dear life and heavy, burlap cloth hung loosely on her thin frame. Her scent was the worst though. She smelled like death and her breath smelled like she ate roaches her whole life, the decaying teeth in her mouth didn't change my mind about that theory either.

"Oh, look. A little helper." She said with malice. The old witch magically pulled a chain with a cuff attracted to her hand and clamped it down on my wrist.

"Now start chopping."

Is been a whole day, I believe, when the witch checks the restraints before leaving. I continued doing my job until I saw her take off on her broom through the dirty window.

The knife made a loud clatter on the cutting board as I put it down and that was enough to make the sick boy in the cage stir.

He could hardly keep his eyes open as he looked at me. "I have a plan to get us out of here, but I can't do it without your help."

I know it probably wouldn't help but all I needed was a distraction until I could get myself free. "Look, all you need to do is give her a hard time while she gets you out for the fire and then I'll get myself free. I already know where she keeps my key now and I plan on getting it before she comes back. I'll kill her with the knife, and then you just have to help me burn her." I knew it was a long shot of a plan, but I'd rather die fighting then go down as a writhes main course.

"Alright, that sounds better than being cooked. Hansel." He stuck his hand through the bars, and I took his and shook it.

"Gretel."

I let go of his hand and ran to get the key before we ran out of time. I shoved it into my dress pocket and set back to chopping right before the doorknobs started turning to show the witches attendance.

She scurried in, bag of coals in one hand and vegetables in the other, and set to start he fire. As she walked over to Hansel's personal prison I picked the key from my pocket and stealthily unlocked my restraints. She had him in her arms now, ready to cook him when Gretel dropped the shackles, grabbed the knife and plunged it into the back of the witches leg, causing her to trip and drop Hansel to the floor. She turned and threw a spell at Gretel only for it to throw her back only a few feet. By this time Hansel reached for the wooden grip of the knife and tugged it out, causing blood to spurt from the split flesh. He stabbed it into her guy, twisted and then pulled it out only to throw it back into her heart. Gretel came up behind the monstrosity, that was now spitting up blood from the internal bleeding, and aided Hansel in the burning, and complete demolishing of their captor.

From then on, they would become a team, a duet of heroes for the people terrorized by their new mortal enemies, and at that moment they were what they would soon be forever know as, Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters.

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