I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Got caught up in homework and such. Please accept my apologies!

Alexis's POV

I looked in the house, and saw a cross-bow tied to a chair in front of the door. I saw a thin piece of string tied from the trigger, down around one of the chair legs, and up to the door knob. It was an easy trick to pull off as you got away or something else. I then realized there was probably something bigger inside or outside somewhere. I, as softly and quietly as I could, called for them,"Hansel, Gretel, where are you?" I didn't hear anything for a couple of seconds before there was a small rustling sound inside, and out came Gretel with her famous little crossbow-gun. "Don't you know better that to come in through the front door with a pair of sibling witch hunters?"

I shook my head and said, with a little side smile,"Sorry, Gretel, I thought my own house was safe." She just smiled back while she shook her head, well until she noticed the dead witches body behind me. Her eyes focused on the witch inside the house. "Wait, why are you bringing it into the house?" She asked with the most hatred in her voice as humanly possible. I gave her a glance before I swung open a door on the left. It revealed a room full of bottles, small knives, and an iron table in the middle of it all. "Do you hear me? ARE YOu..."

She stopped talking when her eyes locked onto the sight of the room. Her mouth gaped at the room with more that a couple of witch books and potion bottles. Her eyes traveled over the many different knives, stopping on one in particular. I took a glance at the knife she stared at, that was one of my favorites. It had a five-inch blade with yet again a silver glaze over it to make it shine, and kill witches. Before I added the silver I put a little witches blood in it for a little deadliness, so now it had swirls of red in the silver here and there. The cross guard was black with silver diamond looking stripes going up and over the guard. The hilt was leather-bound with little metal wires in them here there. I dragged the body off the board and placed it on the iron table tying her down with leather straps, knowing when I revived her she'd be all over the place. After that I walked over to the wall of knives, and pulled the one she was looking at for so long, off the wall. I turned around slowly, and glanced up at her raising an eyebrow. I always kept count of how many witches I killed, not to mention keep something of theirs. I knew the danger, but I didn't care. Even as I twirled the knife in my hand Gretels eyes never left it. Yeah, I admit it was a sight for someone who doesn't make swords for fun but it wasn't that pretty. At that very second I heard my name called by a certain very hurt Hansel. "Cage, you're ok...", He stood leaning against the door jab, his chest wrapped in strips of cloth, with his voice trailing off after his eyes caught sight of the headless witch laying on the iron table.

I looked at both of them before saying,"Can you please leave the room." They both looked at each other before looking back at me, with questioning looks. Gretel was about to ask a question, but I gave her one look and she understood. She turned and walked out helping Hansel as she went. My life consisted of one thing; finding out who killed my brother. I had already found out who killed my parents, but not only did I find out, me and my brother killed her. But... I snapped out of the little trance I was in to see that I was holding my brothers scythe. I always found myself holding it when I thought of that night, the night he died. I put it back in its place on the wall before turning to the headless witch. I took a bottle off the rack on the wall with a clear blue liquid in it. I walked over to the table, and placed the very ugly head on the table. I carefully placed it in front of the very dead witch neck. I opened the bottle, and pored some into to her mouth. The liquid didn't flow out of the open end, but it connected her back together. The tissue started to combine stretching out to each other. After a couple of seconds it looked like a spider web with all the skin starting to knit together.

Hansel's POV

Leaving her alone in a room full of knives, and a witch did not sound like a good combination. Even though the witch is dead. It gave me an odd feeling to think that I cared about a girl a new nothing about.