Hansel and his twin sister, Gretel, have fallen on hard times. Three years ago, their mother died after a long fight against a monster named leukemia. The two twins then lived with their stepfather who quickly remarried, trying to give his stepchildren a normal upbringing. Only his new wife wanted nothing to do with two dirty little piss ants. She tried time after time to convince him to get rid of them, and after a lot of talk he did just that. One day, the twins returned home from school to an empty house, and thinking little of it, often their father worked late and their new mother stayed with her friend the deliveryman at his place. They have been living on the streets of Fairy City ever since.
"Hans, what are we doin' here?" Gretel asked her brother nervously as the two crept slowly behind a seemingly vacant factory. Dressed in tattered clothes, and having eaten little in the past few days, doing anything to break the monotony of their lives is so very welcome as far as Gretel is concerned.
Hansel didn't answer his sister's question and simply went about trying to open the back door of the factory. He worked the screwdriver in his hand like a professional technician, having broken into his fair share of doors.
"Hans, would you tell me what we're doin' here already."
"One, stop fuckin' callin' me 'Hans', you know I fuckin' hate that shit. Two, shut the fuck up. You know I'd never do anything that isn't gonna help the both of us. So again, shut the fuck up and just wait there and make sure you watch for those fuckin pigs."
"Fine, Hans. Just hurry up, okay."
Hansel gave his sister a wry smile and went back to trying to open the door. After ten minutes, Hansel gave up. He then turned to Gretel and said, "See if you can go 'round the other side and find a window or somethin'."
"Why?"
"Because I can't get the damn door open smart ass, I think it's got a deadbolt on it. Anyway we're not leavin' till we get in this fuckin' buildin' so go find a fuckin' window already, Gretel."
"I'm not doing anything till you tell me what we're doing here."
"You 'member some old guy Teddy. Teddy Lurkey. He used to stay 'round the bus and train stations."
"You mean that crazy guy that was always running around with a bible in one hand and screaming about the sky is falling. I think, yeah, they used to call him Turkey, old crazy ass Turkey Lurkey. What about him?"
"Well, I ran into him the other day and he told me bout this place. Said he met some fella at some bar downtown who works here. Anyways, this guy tells Teddy that inside there is tons of candy. This place makes some of the best candy in the country…"
"You got me out here for some fucking candy. What the hell is wrong with you? We haven't had a decent meal in a week and you wanna risk getting arrested over some fucking candy?"
"I'm thinkin' that if we got enough of this candy we could sell it to some kids or maybe even sell it wholesale to a little mom and pop place, or something. Shit, you think I'm just tryin' to go back to jail, or get you caught. Lurkey told me he could try and talk to this guy who owns a newsstand downtown cause he'd probably want to buy some too."
"So you do have a plan for this, right?"
"You damn right I do Gretel. Now enough bullshittin' we gotta get inside 'fore we can make any money off it, alright."
Gretel didn't answer her brother because by the time he was finished talking she was half way around the corner, looking for a way inside the factory. Her brothers plan didn't seem all that well thought out, but a chance to make easy money wasn't one she was going to turn down. Shortly afterwards, Gretel found a window big enough and low enough for her and her brother to crawl through. They were both soon inside the factory searching for their sugarcoated fortune. After about an hour they found what they were looking for and began putting as much candy as they could into sacks.
Unknown to both of the twins though, they were not alone in the factory. Security cameras were set up throughout the factory and every move made by the twins was watched, monitored, and recorded. The lone security guard then picked up the phone and dialed a number. The phone on the other end of the line rang several times before it was answered. A shrill, small voice came across the line, "What is it?"
"Ma'am there's a break in, at the candy factory, going on as we speak, ma'am," the security guard told the voice.
"Who's there stealing my candy?"
"Unknown, ma'am. Do you want me to contain them or call the police, ma'am?"
"No police. Contain them for now, I'll send some one there shortly," the voice said before hanging up her end of the line.
The security guard hit a switch and all exits, including the window Hansel and Gretel came in, were sealed off with three-foot thick metal panels. He then leaned back and waited for whomever his boss decided to send to deal with their rodent problem.
"Yeah, I'll just sit and wait for you to send one of your lackeys to take care of everything. I don't even know why I bother with this job… Bitch," the guard said quietly and under his breath because of fear that his boss might some how hear him and as much as he hated it, he needed this job and didn't quite know how far she'd go getting even.
To be continued …
