For this being a brand new movie and not really being out there, this story did pretty well(: thank you guys(: oh and I only saw the movie once and Im not super positive that all these lines that they say in this match up to the actual script. And I don't really know how to write all...old timey? lol. I'm doing the best that I can!(:
Disclaimer: I do not own Hansel and Gretel(but the people that play them are soo perfect(;)
Gretel POV:
"Shoot her and I spill your brains all over these fucking hillbillies." I threaten. God, all these disgusting villagers could pass as witches with their tooth rot. The dumb asses looked up at me like I sprouted up from the ground or grew wings on the spot.
"I'm Gretel, and this is my partner Hansel." Some of the expressions of the commoners changed to excitement, mostly small children who aspire to be us or parents looking for their missing child, but the either uneducated, unsociable men and women or the dumb fucks that probably have an IQ of about 53 still looked puzzled. I was about to further explain, but Hansel cut in knowing what I would say would probably contain many swear words And may even offend the morons.
"We're witch hunters, if you haven't heard of us." He gloated, wearing a very narcissistic smirk, but nonetheless the crowd took it better than they would have if I spoke up.
"This girl is not a witch," Hansel started, but was cut off by the asshole sheriff. "What evidence do you have to prove this?"
"Well her teeth aren't rotten and if she was a witch, then there would be a dark spot, like a mole or small spot of skin that started rotting, under her upper lip. You see? All clear." He said as he tugged on her lips.
"Well, I want you out of my town."
At that moment the mayor, the man who hired us, nervously stepped on the platform from the back."No can do. I've already hired them to rid our town of witches and bring our children back."
The mayor angrily stormed off, dismissing the gathering crowd. The girl that we saved from being either hung or drowned was talking to Hansel, possibly even flirting, and for some reason it made me mad. I know it's not right, we've been friends forever and we already, sort of, talked about not going down that road.
Flashback-
We just killed the swamp witch, and you could tell from the smell. We stood by the small pyre, with the burning witch, doing our own little celebratory dances. We've done it tons of times and killed hundreds of witches, but the high you get after doing something like that never seems to get old.
I jumped into Hansel's arms and wrapped mine around his neck as he spun me around in a circle. He gently placed me back on the muddy earth, but neither of us moved our hands. I glanced at his blue-green eyes through my lashes and felt the color of my face flush when I saw the unknown feelings flash through them.
I don't know why, but this battle felt slightly different for both of us. There may have been a few times where things got really risky, but what fight including an unfair advantage of magic didn't? Now, we were just staring, thinking about any horrible outcome that could've happened in a blink of an eye.
Hansel pulled me closer, his arms tightening around my waist. We leaned in unison until our lips gently brushed against each others. At that moment, I grew feelings for Hansel, but to my dismay he pulled away, let me go and turned his back to me to hide his reddening face. I stood there, about three feet away from him, confused and now hyper aware of the situation, especially my stench.
"I'm...I'm so sorry." He told me, struggling for words and sounding just as confused as I felt.
"No, it's fine, just.." Should I tell him I liked it, should I lie and say it was nothing to just forget it ever happened? "Forget about it." I'm not sacrificing this perfect friendship and amazing career, if that's what you'd call it, all because of some feelings that may not even be true. We gathered our stuff and made our way back to the inn we resided in until our next adventure.
-End flashback.
Hansel POV:
I politely finished the conversation with the persistent redhead, Mina I believe, and made my way to Gretel.
The look in her dark eyes was hard to place, but it seemed like she was jealous. I followed her glare and found a waving Mina on the reviving end. She couldn't be jealous of her. I, first of don't have feelings for anyone but her. Sure I've..relived myself..with other women a few times. Only when I couldn't have Gretel, though. But they were always left in the last town and long forgotten when I drifted asleep on the floor next to Gretel's bed. And second, I know she doesn't reciprocate my feelings. At times I don't believe it, but even if that was true I still wasn't going to ruin the many years we've put into this deadly occupation.
She started walking with me as I passed her and I placed a comforting, friendly arm over her shoulder, hoping to rid her of her pestering emotions.
We then made our way to the pub, to drink, celebrate another job, and plot out traps to capture our enemies.
Okay so I've been super busy but I wanted to get this chapter up so here you go!(: I know it's kinda weird with the whole hansel being with other girls and Gretel still being kind of forever aloneish, but back then it was all men are manly-men and women are pretty much a whore as soon as they, ya know(;
Next up~ drunk Hansel and Gretel(;
That alcohol maybe leading to no holding back on emotions and some revelations..? Where would our fanfics be without alcohol to make the secrets, drama, etc., etc. come out? See ya!(: