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I OWN NOTHING; I DO NOT OWN HANSEL & GRETEL: WITCH HUNTERS.
"Sweeter Than Candy"
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Part Two
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"Revenge is sweeter than candy."
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Gretel is storming through the village for a few moments before she finds herself walking through the dark forest. She has her arms folded across her chest as she stomps through the forest, her boots slamming into puddles of mud the rain caused earlier in the day.
"I cannot believe the nerve of him! Ugh! Why is he such an idiot at times?" She mumbles to herself as she lets out an irritated huff. She bites on her bottom lip and she stares at the ground as she walks.
When she looks up at the sky after a while of walking, she sighs, realizing just how late it is at night. She knows how dangerous it is at night, especially in the forest. She stops walking and decides to get some sleep, considering how long the day was for her and her brother. Waking up early and hunting down witches, and fighting them aren't that easy.
She sits by a large tree and curls up in a small ball. Usually she can't fall asleep without knowing her brother is lying on the floor next to her bed. She feels safe with him near her as she sleeps. However, she has to ignore the fact that she is in the middle of the forest, alone.
Everyone knows Gretel is one of the strongest women around, even stronger than some men here, nevertheless, everyone has weakness and everyone gets hurt by something. Right now, Gretel cannot get the fact out of her head that her brother trusts some stranger over her. Plus, one thing that she hates the most is being alone. She has always felt alone, but when she's with Hansel, she doesn't feel so alone anymore. Ever since what had happened with their parents, they promised that they would never be apart again. He is her big brother and she knows she could always count on him, but right now, she doesn't even know what's going to happen between them.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes. She tries to get some sleep and tries to clear her mind. As her eyes close and she leans against the large tree, a single tear runs down the side of her face and, shortly afterwards, she falls to sleep with nightmares plaguing her dreams.
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The morning sun rises above the horizon and rises up high in the bright, baby blue sky. There is not a cloud in the sky and the weather is surprisingly beautiful out.
Gretel is lying next to a large tree in the middle of the forest sound asleep. She is sound asleep, dreaming, until suddenly a bucket of water is dumped onto her head. She jolts awake, coughing with her eyes wide. "What the hell-?!" She screams, wiping her face with the back of her gloved hand.
When she hears a low chuckle, her eyes look up and they lock with an older man. He is tall, thin, but well built, and wearing casual clothes. He has a thick mustache under his nose and thick eyebrows. He is pale man with barely any hair on his head, showing he is much older. The front of his head is bald, but the rest is dark brown hair with a black hat on top, resting on his head.
The man towers over her and Gretel could swear the man standing in front of her looks exactly like Sheriff Berringer, expect he's long dead, thanks to Edward.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Gretel." The man harshly whispers through his clenched teeth. He glares down at Gretel, who is glaring right back up at him. She keeps her chin held high and raises an eyebrow at him, "And who the hell are you?"
"Oh, you don't know who I am? Well, you surely knew my brother." The man says, his body now shaking with anger. "You know, my brother, Sheriff Berringer."
Gretel's eyes widen and she gasps, not believing it. He had a brother? "You're . . . you're his brother?"
"That is correct, witch hunter." He practically spits out as he bends down so he is eye level with her. "You see, I am Stephan Berringer. I am the new sheriff in Augsburg. Surprised?"
Gretel just stares at him; her eyes locked with his dark ones. She holds her breath, waiting to see what he wants with her. When he looks back at the five other men standing behind him, she looks around quickly only to realize her weapons are back at the house.
She mentally curses at herself and bites the inside of her cheek. What could he possibly want with her? How did he even come across her this early in the morning in the middle of the forest?
"What do you want?" Gretel asks in an annoyed tone as she keeps her eyes locked his face. She watches as he looks back at her with a disgusting smirk on his lips. He laughs and shakes his head as he gets closer into her personal space; his face only inches from hers, "What do I want? I want revenge. You killed my brother and now it's my turn to kill you."
Gretel's eyes widen and she feels a wave of fear run through her body. She is a strong and nowhere near weak, but when there are six men surrounding her and she is all alone with no weapons, yeah, she is a bit scared. She wishes her brother was here with her, but she knows he is back at the village along with Edward and Ben . . . and Moira.
"Scared? I don't blame you. I heard my brother did something similar to this. Have back up and he hit you; attacked you when you were all alone. I would think you would have learned your lesson." Stephan says with a low chuckle as he licks his dried lips.
"How did you even find me? There is no way you would be just wandering the forest this early in the morning." Gretel says in a stern voice, but he could hear the shakiness in it.
"That would be because of me." A female voice comes from a few feet away from her. Gretel looks up and her eyes grow wide when she sees Moira standing there, smirking. "Oh come on, do not look so surprised. You already knew that I was evil, no?" She chuckles darkly as she watches Gretel's shocked face.
"Hansel . . ." Gretel mumbles, the only thing she's thinking about. She shakes her head while her stomach begins to do flips. Did she hurt her brother? Where is he? Gretel clenches her fists to her sides and snaps, "Where's Hansel? What did you do to him?!"
"Wow, even after the two of you had a huge fight and he chose me over you, you still worry about him. You are the one in a horrible situation right now, but yet, all you care for is if he is all right. How sweet." Moira says with a sigh as she runs her hand through her long hair.
"Get up." Stephan snaps, grabbing Gretel's upper arm and yanking her up on her feet. He throws her against the tree, pinning her arms above her head and against the tree. She gasps, but keeps her glare on her face. She eyes the man and then she turns to Moira, "Where the hell is my brother?"
"He's back at the house, along with Edward and Ben. He is sound asleep, you know, after being hit hard enough on the head with a wooden chair." Moira says with piercing laugh.
"You hit my brother with a chair? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Gretel yells, but the man suddenly elbows her in the stomach, making her double over. He pins her right back up against the tree while she moans at the pain.
He keeps his face inches away from her face and spits, "Shut up."
"Fuck you." Gretel says through her clenched teeth, but she then receives a punch to the jaw. She falls to her knees and groans at the pain while the blood drips down her chin from her busted lip.
Stephan glances over his shoulder and asks, "Are we ready to get our revenge now?" Moira shakes her head and walks over to Gretel, smirking, "Not quite yet. I would like to tell the witch hunter something first." She kneels down so she is eye level with Gretel and then she says with a grin, "Before these kind men kill you, I would just like for you to know that when your brother wakes up, he should be back to his normal self." She watches as Gretel gives her a confused look, so, she continues to explain, "You see, at first I saw the way he tensed when he saw me at first; he did not trust me one bit and neither did you. I had to do something, so, I put a small spell on him."
"You bitch-" Gretel starts, but Stephan kicks her as hard as he can in the stomach. She groans and yelps out in pain, but Moira continues, "I made him fall for me and made him practically wrapped around my little finger. Quite interesting and brilliant, no? The two of you fought and here we are."
"Hansel will kill y-you . . ." Gretel chokes out, panting for the lost of air because when Stephan kicked her, it practically knocked all the air out of her.
"Too bad I'll be long gone." Moira says with a chuckle and then she turns to Stephan, "Now, go ahead and do what must be done."
"Y-You killed a witch w-when you saved us." Gretel manages out as she spits the blood out of her mouth.
The witch only rolls her eyes and grins, "Sacrifices sometimes have to be made for plans to work out."
Moira then steps aside, watching from afar to watch as the six men start to attack Gretel. Moira leans against one of the trees with her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips.
Gretel tries to stand up, but Stephan punches her right in the head, making her fall flat on her stomach and her face slamming against the ground. She spits out blood and coughs, but before she could get a minute to recover, two men grab both of her arms and lift her up off the ground. They hold her still while Stephan stands in front of her, laughing. "Pathetic." He taunts her, but Gretel responds by doing the same thing she did to Stephan's brother. She bites at his nose, biting it as hard as she can and breaking it.
"Ahhhh!" The man screams as his hands cover his now broken and bloody nose. "You- you- ow!" Stephan could feel his body shaking with anger as he lifts his fist and slams it as hard as he can against Gretel's face. She goes flying to the ground and yelps, her body shaking with the amount of pain she is feeling.
Gretel could barely stand up and she could barely keep her eyes open. Her entire face is bloody and bruises are starting to form on her skin. She looks up slowly to see another man standing there, but the man then starts to kick her. "Ah!" She cries when his combat boots connect with her sides. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from crying out in pain.
Stephan walks up to her, kneeling down and pulling out a knife out of his boot. "I'm going to kill you; just like you killed my brother."
"You're a monster j-just like y-your brother. A coward." Gretel chokes out as she narrows her eyes at Stephan. For saying that, Stephan growls at her and slams his knife in her thigh. Her face turns pale under all the blood that is painted on her skin and she screams in pain.
Moira laughs loudly at the sight and she smirks when Stephan walks up to her while the fix other men continue to beat Gretel. Stephan grins at her and says with a nod, "You were right, revenge is sweeter than candy."
She nods her head, smiling, "I told you so. Oh and by the way-" She suddenly gets cut off when she hears a loud shot and Stephan's head is blown off right in front of her. She gasps and her eyes grow wide at the sight.
"You're right, it is sweeter than candy." Hansel says as he glares at Moira with his gun pointed in her direction. She gasps and shakes her head, "I thought you would still be unconscious."
"Yeah, well, you were wrong." Hansel bitterly says as his eyes lock with Moira's dark ones. She stares at him and he then adds, "And just to let you know, I'm going to blow you up into a million pieces and then burn all the pieces left of you."
Moira narrows her eyes at him, but before either one of them could say anything, a loud, piercing scream is heard from behind Hansel. He turns around, eyes wide when he sees Gretel lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Six men are standing over her, kicking her, punching her; attacking her.
Hansel feels rage run through his body; his blood boiling inside of him. How dare someone even touch his sister? How dare they do this to her? Five men against one woman.
Hansel instantly forgets about Moira and rushes over to where his sister is lying. She is barely conscious at this point and the men are continuing to beat her. Hansel runs up behind them and doesn't even hesitate before pointing his gun to one of their heads and deadly snaps, "Get the fuck away from my sister."
They all turn to look at him and they could see the seriousness on his face. They could see the death glare that is on his face. Hansel gestures his head towards where Stephan's body lies, "Unless you want to be like your friend over there, I suggest you get the hell out of here before I blow every single one of you into pieces."
Neither one of them hesitate before dashing away, running out of the forest and disappearing from view. Hansel would have killed them all, but he remembers the promise he made Gretel a while back that they would never kill a human. However, Stephan was no human; he was a sick monster.
Hansel drops to his knees and checks on his sister and it actually brings tears to his eyes to see her like this. Every part of her skin that is visible has blood on it and a knife is sticking out of her thigh. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes her slightly, which he receives a moan from her. Gretel coughs up blood and her eyes slightly open to see Hansel's worried face.
"H-Hansel . . ." She manages to say in a weak voice. He shushes her, wanting her to keep her strength as he whispers to her, "It's going to be okay; you're going to be just fine. I promise." He takes a deep breath and goes to lift her in his arms, but a chuckle behind him stops him.
"Oh, how sweet?" Moira says with a laugh, "Too bad you were not here a bit sooner. Maybe if you were she would not be this bad. You just had to trust a witch over your own sister."
Hansel growls at her and Gretel chokes out quietly, "S-She p-put a s-spell on y-you." Hansel's eyes widen and then he glares back up at the witch standing in front of him, "I swear I am going to kill you."
"Go ahead and try." Moira challenges him and then her sweet, innocent face turns into a disgusting demon face. Hansel slowly stands up with his gun tightly in his hand. He glares at Moira and he shakes his head, "You know, I am going to have so much fun having my revenge on you. You're going to regret hurting my sister and putting a fucking spell on me."
Hansel then quickly lifts his gun up and fires at the witch, but she quickly dodges it. She narrows her eyes at him and grabs her wand that was hidden in her pouch she carried with her. She holds it tightly and begins attacking Hansel, who is doing his best to dodge her attacks.
She lands some strong attacks on him, but he got her a few times as well. She is standing right in front of him before jumping in the air and jumping on top of him, clawing at him with her long, sharp nails. She punches him and he groans, but he quickly kicks her off of him and punches her right in the jaw.
She circles him and he watches her carefully, but in the corner of his eye, he could see Gretel struggling to her feet, but she keeps falling back on the ground in her blood.
The witch sees Hansel is distracted so she uses that to her advantage and jumps on top of him, clawing at his shoulder. She head-butts him and he falls on his back, groaning at the pain. He drops his gun and wraps his hands around the witch's neck, trying to get her off of him.
Gretel watches as the witch sits on top of him, clawing and punching him. She could see him land a few punches on her, but the witch is a Grand Witch and she is extremely strong. She knows Hansel could take care of himself, but Gretel knows no matter what the situation is, they promised each other they would have each other's backs and that is what she plans on doing.
Gretel spots Hansel's gun lying a few feet away from them and she shakes her head. With all of her strength, she pulls herself up on her knees and begins crawling over to where the weapon is. She watches as Hansel pulls out his knife he keeps in his boot and tries to strike the witch, but she's fast.
Gretel looks down to see the knife still in her thigh, but she tries to ignore the pain as she crawls over to her brother's fallen weapon. She looks up to see Hansel punch Moira in the jaw and then slam his knife into her shoulder, which does not kill her, but hopefully it slowed her down.
Hansel has blood trickling down the side of his face, but he pays no attention to it and continues to fight. She smiles slightly, thinking of how no matter what, Hansel would always protect her. No matter what the situation is between them and even when they fight, they are always there for one another and he is always there to protect her, just like she is always there to protect him.
She finally manages to reach Hansel's gun and she lifts it up in her weak hands. She takes a deep, shaky breath as she lifts the gun and aims it at the witch. She makes sure that her brother is not in the way before she shoots the gun and luckily, it directly hits the witch. Hansel looks up, surprised, but when he sees Gretel sitting on the ground with his gun in her hand; he smiles at her.
After making sure the witch is dead and there is nothing left of her, Hansel rushes over to Gretel and kneels down next to her. "Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry."
Gretel shakes her head and smiles up at him, "I'm fine. Really, I'm okay." Hansel wraps his strong arms around his sister and kisses the top of her head, "Are you?" Hansel shrugs his shoulders and sighs, "I'm fine; just worried about you."
"Don't be. She put you under some spell, it wasn't your fault and I'm- I'm fine." Gretel says as she leans her head against her brother's chest, "You know, that guy you shot before, Stephan, he was the brother of the Sheriff."
Hansel rolls his eyes, "Of course he was. And he was a big, just like his brother. That sick bastard! Having six men against you; that's not right!"
"It's okay, Hansel. I'm fine . . . because of you." She smiles up at him and sighs, "I have to say though, I am so happy you killed that bitch . . . I mean witch." She grins while Hansel chuckles. She sighs, "Thank you though."
"I'm always here for you." Hansel says with a soft smile, "Now, grab my arm with both of your hands." She gives him a confused and questioning look, but she does it anyways.
Right as Gretel is about to ask why, she screams as he pulls the knife right out of her leg. She squeezes his arm and gasps at the pain as she glares up at him. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around her, "Sorry."
She rolls her eyes and he helps her up. He wraps his arms around her and she leans on him as they both start to walk back to the village. Gretel leans her head on his shoulder and chuckles, "Hansel?"
He keeps his eyes straight ahead, but answers her with a soft, "Hm?"
"I have to say, revenge is great. I'm so happy that witch died for casting a spell on you and turned us against one another and that Stephan guy deserved it too." Gretel says with a heavy sigh. He smiles down at her and tightens his grip on his sister, holding her close against him in a protective way.
Some say revenge isn't the answer; some say to forgive people. For Hansel and Gretel, revenge is sweet; sweeter than candy.
The two siblings know they have each other's backs and they both love one another and would do anything for each other. They are both strong and they know when one falls, they will have the other one to take care of them and help them right back up.
He nods his head slowly as the two continue to walk through the forest and back to the village. She looks up at him and he grins down at her, "Oh, it's the sweetest."