If we were to turn back the hands of the grand father clock, that ticks away the seconds of time, to the witching hour of the previous day, and looked upon an innocent looking candy factory in the heart of Fairy City. We would see a jet black luxury car pulling up outside of it. The windows tinted, so dark that seeing it's driver is quite simply impossible. The car comes to a stop directly in front of the door leading into the building. It purrs silently before the driver kills the engine. His door opens and out steps a man dressed in one of the finest of Italian suits, alligator shoes, and leather overcoat. His hair is sleeked back, making him resemble nothing less than a stereotypical mobster from the movies.
He begins approaching the door, when his cell phone suddenly rings. He completely stops in his tracks and answers the call. "Yes, Missus."
"Has the pest problem been taken care of yet?"
"I have just arrived and will be taking care of it shortly. You will be notified when it is finished, Missus."
The man in the black suit hangs up his phone and before he continues his approach to the door, he pulls out a small black comb from his over coat and proceeds to make sure his hair isn't the least bit untidy. Inside the candy factory, two intruders have been trapped within one of many storage rooms. Hansel and Gretel are more than just a little scared. They are both beginning to believe that they are only leaving here in handcuffs.
"Hans, what's goin' on? Why won't any of the doors open? I thought you said that you had this thought out?"
"Shit… shit… shit… Gretel, we've got a problem. A big, big problem," Hansel begins to tell his sister.
Moving away from the door Gretel turns towards her brother with a look of concern on her face. Not knowing what to expect, Gretel doesn't say anything and simply waits for Hansel to continue.
"I didn't think this place would have this much security, it's a damn candy factory for fuck's sake. There's gotta be more goin on here than just that…," Hansel says more to himself than to his sister.
"Ok, Hans what's goin on?"
"Do you know who owns this place. The Queen of Hearts. This is her factory and she apparently knows we're here."
Any descriptions of Gretel's surprise wouldn't be enough. Her anger erupts at Hansel as she begins yelling at him and repeatedly hitting him in the process. "WHAT? What the fuck were you thinking!!! The Queen of Hearts!!! We're fucked, Hans!!! We are fucked!! She has the heads of her rivals hangin in her office, Hans!! What the fuck, do you think she's goin to do to us? She caught us red fuckin' handed, Hans."
Trying to protect himself, Hansel tries to calm his sister down. "Gretel, stop it!! Stop it!! The worst she can do is call the pigs. We do a little time inside, which we both can handle and then we're free. I bet the pigs are on their way here right now. Everything will be fine Gretel."
"I really wouldn't count on that," comes a voice from the only door in the storage room. While the twins were arguing, the man in black opened, entered, and then locked the door behind him. The twins both turn to see the man in black and both begin to back away until their backs smack against the wall behind them. The man in black walks slowly towards them, removing his overcoat and dropping it upon a stack of boxes piled together throughout the room. "Do you know who I am?"
Hansel pushes Gretel behind him and answers, "No I don't old man. Now unlock that fuckin' door before I fuck you up an…"
"I… I know who you are," Gretel says quietly from behind here brother. "I've heard stories… ghost stories… about you. You're the Nameless One. A demon in human skin."
The man in black cracks a small smile and winks at the twins. "Right in one, beautiful." He begins to roll up his sleeves and keeps eyeing Hansel with increased interest.
"What… this is just some old security guard trying to make himself look good before the pigs get here. I'm telling you old man, open the fuckin door!!"
The man in black doesn't answer. He simply pulls a ten inch hunting knife from a holster hidden on his back. "There aren't going to be any pigs comin to save either of you. You have decided to steal from the very last person you would want to anger. I'm here to teach you never to anger her ag…"
"I warned you, you old fucker," Hansel stepped forward and took a swing at the man in black, who easily dodged his punch and then hit him with the butt of his blade. Hansel fell like a rock onto the ground. As he was getting up the man in black grabbed him by the throat and looked Hansel directly in the face.
"The next time you interrupt me, I will remove your tongue and what testicles you have and force them as far as I can manage in your anus," the man in black throws Hansel back to where his sister still stood. "This is what's going to happen now. We are going to play a little game. You win, I open that door and the both of you walk out of here. I win, and I redecorate this room with your insides."
"Fuck you, you sadistic old bastard."
"You still assume that you have a choice in this matter. Do not think that you will not die here. I offer you a chance to live, to walk away. You either take it or I kill her in front of you. You have till I count to three to make up your mind. One."
"I am not playin some fuckin little game here."
"Two."
Gretel finally speaks up and answers the man in black, "I'll play. Just tell me what I have to do."
"You simply have to say my name. I will give you three guesses. Guess right and I let you walk out, but guess wrong and I must harm those beautiful features of yours."
"Gretel, what are you doin'. You don't have to do this, the pigs will be here soon."
Gretel begins crying as she walks from behind her brother and looks at him directly in the face. "Hans, we… we aren't goin to make… make it out of here. I… I know you wanna protect me, but there aren't gonna be any pigs comin. We're trapped in here with him… and he's not letting us out any other way."
The man in black puts his hands behind his back and interrupts the twins, "Let the games begin."
Gretel begins sobbing and falls into Hansel arms. She turns her head slightly towards the man in black and says, "David?"
"One down."
Gretel gives her brother a hug and whispers to him, "Hans, I know you've always been the one to look out for me, but there isn't anything you can do now. I'm not scared. This life is hard and I'm goin to be goin to a better place. I know it hurts, Hans. I know it does, but you can't leave me alone with him. I'll wait for you, Hans," Gretel again turns her head and says, "Gregory?"
"One left," the man in black says with his hands still behind his back. A smile on his face that makes him look so much like the devil.
"Fuck, Gretel. Don't do this, don't… do this… I need you."
Gretel kisses her brother on his cheek and steps away from him. "I love you, Hans. Please don't keep me waitin," Gretel turns and faces the man in black and tries her hardest to look at him, but doesn't have the courage. She instead looks at his feet and says, "Hansel…"
The man in black moves like lightning and slams his blade into Gretel's chest. He grabs the back of her head and pulls her closer to himself, plunging the blade even deeper into her. The man in black twist the blade and with blood running down his chest lifts Gretel off of the ground and then drops her. Her lifeless body falls to the floor in a heap. Hansel runs to her and grabs his sister. He is crying uncontrollably. He holds his sister in his arms, her head pressed against his chest.
"You fuck!!! You killed her, you goddamn motherfucker!! I'll fuckin kill you bastard!!!" Hansel jumps to his feet and rushes towards the man in black.
The man in black grabbed Hansel by his neck and shoves his blade into Hansel's throat. The blade punches out of the back of his spine and blood pours down the front of his own chest. The man in black whispers in Hansel's ear, "Wrong, all three times."
If we were to turn back the hands of the grand father clock, that ticks away the seconds of time, two hours past the witching hour of the previous day, we would see a man in black leaving an innocent looking candy factory in the heart of Fairy City. He is carrying a small stained bag, with what little remains of two intruders. As he approaches his car his cell phone rings again. He reaches into his over coat and pulls it out.
"Stiltskin."
"Has it been taken care of?"
"Yes Missus, your pest problem isn't a problem any longer. I will have two more trophies for your wall, as well."
"Thank you Rumple. I will call you if your services are needed again."
"Always a pleasure Missus. Always."
To be continued…
Author's Notes
I got reviews! I got reviews! It's only two for now, but whatever. Keep em coming. Anyway, I really don't have an ending for this story yet, but it'll be awhile before I get to it anyway, so I should figure it out along the way. Glad everyone likes it so far, all two of you (I need more reviews!!!!!) I'll try and keep the chapters coming fast. Next chapter- The story behind the greatest white-boy rapper in history. Yup, Humpty Dumpty.
