Hansel and Gretel's EndingTale
Original Author of Hansel and Gretel: The Grimm BrothersDeep within a dark foggy forest lived A father, Mother, and their twin children. Of the twins, one was a boy and the other a girl. Hansel, the boy, and Gretel, the girl. This agonizing story is of the darling little twins who met a horrifying witch of luscious sweets. Now, onto the tale. This family I mention earlier were just going to bed, this late chilly night of November. Hansel, always listening through the walls to hear what his wretched mother would be saying to her dear husband. Hansel hated his mother with a deep passion. He would always have to watch as his mother would beat his sister till was black and violet. His father would always treat Gretel's wounds, but he couldn't face his wife. You see, the father had just been fired from the factory a few weeks ago. He tried his hardest to find a job to help support his family. But luck was not on his side. His wife, was a prostitute. He did not have much respect for her since the days she began to drink excessive amounts of liquor. Now, she would sell her body to get money for her drinks. Every now and then, should would buy little food for the family. In which is why the husband could not let her go. He hated to admit it, but she was the reason he and his dear children were still barely alive. Now, Hansel wanted to hear what awful things his mother would be saying tonight. Most likely about the recent men she had slept with. But tonight, his mother was complaining of hunger. "Husband, I am hungry, what is there eat?", said the wife. "My darling, I'm sorry to say, but you have spent the rest of the money we were saving on rum. The is no food. How are to feed are beloved children if we can't even feed ourselves", started the worried husband. "Isn't it quite obvious? Those wretched rats are the reason we have no food! We must dispose of them quickly. Those little cockroaches eat everything in sight. We must be ridden of those things if we are to ever eat again!," screamed the wife. "But darling, they are our children! We can not get rid of them!," yelled the raging husband. "Oh yes we can. And we will be doing so tomorrow afternoon", the wife had her last word. The husband was grief-stricken as her decision seeped through him. He began to weep and she began to snooze. In the twins room, Gretel began to silently cry as Hansel finished telling her of their mother's plan. "We're not cockroaches. We hardly are able to eat anything. Your as skinny as an anorexic stripper for heavens sake!", cried a very frustrated Gretel. "Gretel, come with me outside. Get your cloak. It's far to clod for you, being you have phenomena", stated Hansel. The little twins walked together out of the dirty old cabin and onto the cold crunching snow, which began to soak Hansels dingy stockings. He had let Gretel wear his old boots. They had not quite fit him well since after four years anyways. Hansel noticed that beneath the silver glowing moon, needles past used my his mother were reflecting silver so with radiance. He picked them up one buy one, try to fit as much as he could into his pockets without prickling himself. Who knows how many times his mother injects herself everyday and leaves the evidence upon the earth. when he and Gretel finished picking up the needles and carefully placing then within Hansel's pockets, they returned to the old rickety house. There, Hansel quietly helped Gretel into the bath. She was was already deathly ill, and the weather didn't much help her. As tired as she was, she noticed to her disliking that the water was hardly any warm. She softly sighed and Hansel hid his tears.
A chilly morning came as the twins awoken to the yelling of their dear mother. "Wake up you wretched little beasts! How dare you sleep when work is to be done! We are off the woods to chop up firewood. Hurry it up!", raged their dear mother. "Mother, I don't think Gretel should be outside today. She is much to ill", Hansel pleaded. "The faster she dies the better off we are," stated the mother as of matter of factly. Hansel hid his urge to bash his dear mother into the chimney.
Together, the father, mother, and both twins walked out into the foggy woods. "Son, why do you keep looking back. If you want to walk properly, you must look forward," stated the curious father. "I know father, I was just looking back at our dear yellow and orange striped kitten upon our roof", responded Hansel. "You silly idiot. That is not your kitten upon the roof. That is the rising sun," started the annoyed mother. "I see", Hansel simply stated.
In a part of the forest the twins did not recognize, they sat and waited. Their mother had told them to sit and wait. Their father gave the children each a small portion of bread. They were to eat it wisely, for that was their last bread they would get. Gretel noticed sadly, that their father wouldn't look them in the eye. She knew her mother was really going to leave her and her brother to starve in the forest. The one woman who was supposed to do everything in her power to protect and love her babies, was disowning them right before their very eyes. And their father did nothing to stop it.
The father and mother set out, saying they would be chopping down trees for wood and by nightfall, they would come to fetch them and go home together. With a sinking feeling in their guts, both children watched their parents walk away. And the sound of chopping was not heard.
The twins bread had been carefully devoured, by the time nightfall laid across the sky. A very pale Gretel began to wail as her brother was checking the sky. "It is time", said Hansel, suddenly. Gretel took a few moments to regain her composer before asking what he meant. "Brother, how do you mean?", finally Gretel replied. "Do you recall when I kept looking back at our roof to see off out kitten?" ,asked Hansel. "Yes, I do. Mother says it was the rising sun", responded Gretel. "The sun it was, in truth, I was not looking for our dear kitten, I was dropping a needle to make a trail for us to follow back home", said a smiling Hansel. "Oh, brother, what a wonderful idea that was!," exclaimed a trilled Gretel. "Yes, let us get a move on", finished Hansel. And together, with the help of the glowing moon, the two children followed a path of reflecting silver needles back to home.
Within a few hours, the tired hungry twins were knocking upon the door of their parents house. "Children, how dare you frighten us! We thought you would never return home. Come inside and get washed up. You two can have a slice of cheese for supper, then it's to bed with the two of you," their mother said as she put on a fake act of worries. But there father on the other hand was so trilled of his children coming home. He quickly showered them with kisses and tried to find a blanket for Gretel, as she was looking like she came from hell and back.
It took four days till Gretel was able to get out of bed and do her daily chores. As punishment for being bed sick the past days, her mother made Gretel do both hers and her mother's share of work. And later that day, her mother tried again to lose the twins in the forest. This time, eyeing Hansel suspiciously, she noticed once again that he kept looking back to the direction of the house. And at that moment, Hansel gave out a little cry, which wasn't very expectant from the child. He tried hardly to hide his emotions from the others. He felt so much anger towards his mother, and held do much sorrow for his sick sister. For his father, his feelings were mixed. He loved him, pitied him, and was ashamed of him. His father wouldn't stand up against his selfish wife. Quickly, Gretel was at Hansel's side to see why he had cried out. She looked at his right index fingered and noticed a trickle of thick red liquid. Her mother roughly pushed Gretel to the side and she fell ungracefully with a surprised gasp. He father was then above her, trying to help her to her feet as Gretel's eyes began to tear. Meanwhile, the mother snatched Hansel's hand, took a look at the blood and then to his left hand. That's when she saw a needle between his callused fingers. She took on harsh look at him and then laid a brutal slap across his face. Gretel screamed in fright as she watch her brother stumble backwards from surprise, then was quickly on the ground pleading for forgiveness. His mother had pushed him to the ground and began kicking the daylights out of him. Blood began to ooze from freshly made cuts. When she stopped, she harshly got Hansel back on his feet to reveal his tensed and wounded face. Once more she backhanded him and he began to bleed from his sensitive nose. Gretel buried her face into her father's chest as he began to shake with contained fury. What the Hell do you think you were doing! Leaving behind a trail of needles home! Can't you get a clue! You are not welcomed in my house NO LONGER!", screamed the freighting mother. She dropped Hansel and he fell sprawled at her feet. She began to walk away as Hansel's vision began to blur. He saw the outline of his wretched mother as she spoke unheard words to her husband. He watched dizzily as his father got up and left his daughter on the ground. He simply watched the blurry figures of his father and mother walk away. Then, it was black.
Hansel's heavy eyes demanded more sleep, but a scared little girls voice he could here. And he felt a cool hand o\upon his forehead. Finally, the voice was starting to make sense. He was able to make out the spoken words after a few seconds. "Hansel? Hansel, please wake up! Please! Hansel!". She opened his eyes, or rather, some of it. His right eye was throbbing madly. He could only half open it. It was swollen. "That's one nasty black eye, you got there, kid". Hansel began to think. Who was that. He recognized the first voice to be his worried sister. But who's was this voice? He turned his head to the left. A blurry black figure was looking at him with interest. His eyes began to focus. The figure was a beautiful young woman. She must have be at least twenty. It seemed her favorite color was black. She wore some sort of black maid outfit. It reminded Hansel of one of the his mother's sluttish outfits, but not as bad. In fact, it made the woman appear not slutty, but very pretty and with a sense of cuteness. Then, out came the face of very distraught Gretel. Her face was just as pale as the woman's skin, but knew that it wasn't because of white powder. Gretel was not doing very well. He quickly tried to get up, but then was seized by a feeling of a thousand needles inside his flesh. He looked down and was horrified by what he saw. Not only was he bloody, gashed, and bruised, but there were countless needles upon his arms, neck, chest, legs, and well, he was covered by it. H e noticed a bunch of needles beside Gretel. He realized that she must have been removing them. The woman in black also began to do the same. Hansel quietly laid down. "Did mother do this?", asked Hansel, even thought he already knew the answer. "Mother was quite mad at you. I'm so sorry", replied a teary Gretel. And she began to silently cry. Gretel and the unknown woman continued to break off the needles from Hansel's skin, as he began to drift off into an uneasy sleep full of murderous mothers, fathers who just stood byand stred, and weeping sisters. All covered in blood.
The father had been pacing all about the house. He was worried sick about his children. His daughter was in the cold, freezing to death when she was already deadly ill. His son was lying in the snow somewhere, bleeding and beaten. Also freezing. He felt so must anger towards that bitch. How could she wish death upon her own flesh and blood. He kept pacing. Waiting and thinking. In a few hours, his wife would arrive home from that whore house.
Gretel sat on a chair next to her brother who was passed out on a sofa. The sofa was made up of marshmallows! In colors of blue, yellow, violet, pink, and green. The feet of the sofa was made of huge peppermint candies. And there were a couple gum drops that Gretel failed to sweep off the sofa before laying Hansel down. The chair she was sitting in, she realized, if she sat in it for to long, her body heat would melt some of the chair and her skin would get uncomftarble sticky against it. The chair was made up of huge jolly rancher pieces! How weird could this place get?! Gretel, becoming quite frustrated with the chair, switched it for another near by one. To her relief, it was better to sit in. Still strange, but better. So she sat on a gram cracker chair. As she looked around in the house a woman invited her into, she took in all the bizarreness of it. But, her hunger was starting to get to her. She looked around some more. She had the urge to ran up to the grandfather clock that was made of licorice, skittles, chocolate, gum, and all the sweet you could imagine. Gretel began to see a beauty in the queerness of it all. She thought that it kind of looked like a strange piece of art. She remembered first looking upon this house, when the woman appeared to her and offered to help nurse her brother. She set her eyes on the house and thought that maybe her mother beat her to and that she was seeing things. But no. As she reached the door, and felt the soft pink sugar bread. Some of the pink sugar thinly coated her fingers. She remembered lifting up her hand and licking her fingers. She recalled how surprised and overjoyed she was. The whole house was made of sweets! She wanted to tell father about it. He would be just as surprised.
Breaking her daze, she noticed her dear brother stir. Gretel got up off the gram cracker chair and kneeled over brother. She saw him slowly open his eyes with some difficulty. Hansel tried to get up, but faltered. Gretel watched in dismay as her brother winced in pain.
Hansel felt all the pain coming back. He recalled the memories of his mother pushing Gretel into the freezing snow. He remembered his wicked mother slapping him, then kicking, and another slap. He was finally able to recall of his mother, stabbing him repeatedly with the needles he tried to use as a trail. Now there was no way to get back home. He watched Gretel's look of sadness. The was that woman again. Behind Gretel. Quickly ignoring the surging pain, he pushed aside a startled Gretel and stood in front of her protectively. "Who are you? What the fuck do you want? Where are we? Who the fuck are you!!!", asked Hansel, demandingly. "I am a sorceress. Nothing. My Candy House. As I said before, I am the sorceress of these woods. I understand from your sister here, that she is Gretel and you are her twin brother Hansel. Your parents have disowned you and your sister is in the need for some treatment for her condition. You are in the need of some aid. I can help you both. And you are more than welcome to stay here to your heart's content," replied the sorceress. Hansel was confused at what everything he just heard. Behind him, Gretel smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much. We appreciate it. We would be most grateful if you would help us in aid and let us stay here for a few days till we fully are back to good health. But we would like to return to our parents after we are healthy again, if you don't mind", responded a timid Gretel. "But of course, I'm sure the two of you miss your parents very much", replied the beautiful sorceress, "But why return to the ones who throw you away so carelessly?" "Our father still loves us! I know it! He may not be strong, but I'm sure he still loves us. As for our mother, I guess we'll have to just live with it. Hansel and I have lived fourteen years with her already, "said Gretel. Hansel Chimed in, "You can help Gretel?" Gretel turned to the sorceress with hope in her eyes. The sorceress stayed staring at Hansel, with a smile slowly placing it's self against her pale face. She then turned to Gretel and patted her on the head. "Why yes, I can help little Gretel here. Her condition is deadly. She doesn't have very much life left in her", Responded the sorceress with a smile. Hansel looked taken aback. "What do you mean?!" He turned to Gretel who looked sad but knowing. "I thought so. I felt I was on my last days", stated Gretel. "I can bake a pie", the sorceress stated strangely. "Yeah, so, how would that help? You said you could help my sister!." shouted a distraught Hansel. "Yes child, calm down. I did say so and I will. I am a sorceress, remember? I specialize in sweets, goods, and candies. The pie I bake with sorcery will heal your sister of her illness, "stated the sorceress, "As for you, go eat some of the gum drops there on the sofa." She pointed next to where he was sitting. They will heal you of your bruises, cuts, and pains." The sorceress went over to the candy filled kitchen, half way there, she called for Gretel to help her with the pie. And Gretel went. Alone on the sofa, Hansel picked up a gum drop, hesitated, then popped it into his mouth. he chewed on it for a while. It was strawberry flavored with a hint of lime. He then felt a slow kind of relieving feeling. His pain and aches were lifting away. He popped another gum drop into his mouth. His cuts began to close and his bruises disappeared beneath his skin. He popped another. Finally, the blood began to, in a way, evaporate before his eyes. And he felt fine. If she was able to heal him, he was excited. Gretel would finally be free of her wretched illness that stopped her from having much fun, when she was younger. A voice came from the kitchen, "Go outside, little Hansel, and fetch some dry wood so that I may have a fire for the pie." "Yes sorceress", replied Hansel. And he set out.
"We already have some wood to start off with, so we can do with that till your brother has come back with more", said the sorceress, "I'll start the batter, and you get me the biggest pot you can find inside that cupboard, there". She pointed to a cupboard made of sweets at he opposite side of the kitchen. "Yes ma'am", responded a hopeful Gretel. She walked over to the cupboard and tugged on the candy cane handles. It opened freely and she saw all the different shapes and sizes of caldrons. As the sorceress said, Gretel got the biggest one she could find. Gretel looked amazed at it. The caldron was big enough to make a soup fitting to feed a whole king's trust worthiest of knights. Why, she could fit inside of it along with a few other children! She slowly dragged the huge caldron to in front of the gigantic oven, with some difficulty. It was quite heavy. "Ma'am, why are you going to bake such a huge pie?", asked Gretel, amazed. "After you are healed and don't need it anymore, I plan to use it to feed a near by village of runaway children. They are such misfortunate children. I would like to share what I have with them", replied the busy sorceress. She was using spells to make batter and conjuring up a luscious blueberry filling. "That is very kind of you, ma'am", stated Gretel. And the Sorceress smiled.
Hansel had a handful of dry sticks by now. He was looking for more, but it was difficult. A lot of the wood was wet. It had just rained. What was strange, was that the rain was not water, but of sweet tasting milk in which Hansel stopped to catch some in his mouth before looking for the wood. Hansel was sporting a umbrella made of candy canes and fruit rollup. He also noticed that the snow in this area, was not ice, but sugar. Which by now, was sugar milk. He had removed his stockings when he noticed this, so that they would not get wet. He was very hungry. So he thought while walking up to the house, that he should eat a bit of it. He balanced all the wood he had in one hand underneath the umbrella, and with his free right hand, he broke off a piece of sugar cookie roof from the small house. He began to eat it with delight. It taste wonderful with the spilled milk from the heavens. He then began to nibble a bit of the window panes, which were made of a starburst type candy. A soft voice cam from with in the house,
"Nibble, nibble, gnaw,
Who is nibbling at my little house?"
Hansel answered:
"The wind, the wind,
The heaven-born wind,"
Hansel blushed. Realizing that he had been rude to eat of the sorceress' house when he was merely just a guest who had no right to nibble off the house. She after all, lived in it. He began searching for more wood. Gretel could feel intense heat from the oven. "Ma'am, who do you need more wood, it seems what you have is good enough to bake the pie with", said Gretel. "So it seems", replied the sorceress. The aura coming from the sorceress suddenly became dangerous. A menacing shadow laid before little Gretel. Startled, Gretal turned to face the beautiful sorceress who was looking so murderous. Gretel cried out in fear. The witch shoved Gretel to the side. The next moment, Gretel was covered in blue berry filling! The witched had pushed her into the pie. She looked up confused and saw the witch using a spell to cover Gretel and the base of the pie with it's batter top. Gretel screamed as she was completely buried with batter. Then felt the pie and her being lifted and settled. A cry was heard. Hansel looked around him. Who made the cry. It sounded like a cry of fear. He thought a cam from with the house. He must have imagined it. But still, he worried. Then next, he heard a scream. That wasn't his imagination, he realized with horror. It was his dear sister! He dropped all the dry wood he was hugging and it fell with softly and soundlessly. He threw the umbrella off to the side and ran to the door, quickly pulling it open. He was met with a pair of sinister eyes.
'What a bore that was. The man yesterday was much more fun then today's man. He wasn't even much of a man', thought the children's mother, with a giggle, as she walked to her front door of her small weak house. She stepped inside. She went over to fireplace, were a small fire was burning. After she warmed herself up a bit, she walked into her bathroom. That husband of hers must be out hunting for rabbits. She started a bath. She removed her cloths and then began to light up the restroom with some old lanterns. When she was done, the bath was done filling itself with not-to-warm water. She settled herself carefully into the depths of the dingy tub. She heard movement in another room. "Husband!? Is that you. If you have caught a rabbit, prepare it already. I am famished." She reached to the side of her in search of her neighbor's homemade soap. She slowly began to wash herself. Suddenly, her bath's curtains were drawn back. The wife screamed in panic. She realized it was her damn husband. "Why do you frighten me so! If you want to join me, you could just say so" said the wife with a seducing smile. Her smile faded some when her husband said nothing and just stared back at her. "What is up with you? Leave me be if you do not plan to join me", stated the wife, and she continued to wash herself. At the corner of her eye, she saw her husband slowly move his right hand. She turned to him and realized with a ear splitting scream as her husband bashed down a ax upon her body. She continues to scream as he continued to chop her into bits. Blood splattering him, her, the walls, and putting out the fire with in the lanterns. The bath water, substituted with thick delicious blood.
Hanson was pleading with the witch. She had chained him to the bed with candy drapes. Where was his sister? He was scared and worried. He tried not to show to much emotion. The witch began to unzip his pants. He realized this with confusion and began to feel scared. He knew where this was going. He began to scream. It was going to happen again. Just like what his mother used to do to him. He was going to be violated. The witched smiled greedily. He wanted to bash her head in. He was disgusted with her. She had deceived him and his sister. The witch began to laugh with mixed moans. He cried out. And he began to cry. Tears he had held back for so many years, so that he could be strong enough to protect his sister. But where was she? He cried out again in pain and fear. Soon, he blacked out.
It was hot. To hot. It was agonizing. But slowly, Gretel began to feel less pain. Gretel could barely feel anything, now. She knew she was severely burned. A knife came into her vision. Where she was buried, light began to spill in. She was drenched in blue. She couldn't move. The witch's face into view. She lifted Gretel's hand. And pulled it towards he mouth. She began to chew. Gretel squeezed her eyes shut. So much pain cam back. She began to moan and wail. She was being eaten half alive. The witch gave a bloody smile. She brought her knife to Gretel's chest. It was sliced. Gretel wailed. A piece of her was lifted to the witch's mouth with the end of the knife. She entered it into her mouth. Chewed. Then swallowed.
Hansel, weakly opened his eyes. He was in pain from below his waist. Memories flooded back to him. Tears began to fall once more. He needed to find his sister. He looked up and began to chew away his chains. Something he had been trying to do earlier, but the witch wouldn't let him. When he was done. He painfully lifted himself of the marshmallow bed. He took a moment to steady himself. And began to walk towards the room he knew Gretel was last in. To his horror, he saw the witch, eating from inside the pie. His sister was covered in blue berries and blood. Her eyes showed that she was dieing a slow painful death. He slowly walked towards the witch. On the way, he grabbed a butcher knife. He was losing it. Insanity began to take over his body like a deadly virus. He saw his sister dieing eyes, slowly look into his own eyes , over the witch's head. This was the perfect chance he thought. The witch was to busy drowning her self with sickening pleasure as she dined on his dear twin sister. A menacing shadow laid itself upon her. She wondered, where it came form. She remembered about the boy she just raped. She turned sharply and was faced with a pair in insane eyes. She screamed in pain has a butcher knife came down upon her left eye. It was brought back up and stabbed into her right eye. She screamed and shot up. The knife was taken back as she stumbled to the floor. She began to swear and wither about the floor. She felt the knife again. it was tearing at her face. She cried out.
Blood began to drench Gretel. This time, it wasn't only her own blood. But the blood of that bitch as well. She watched as her twin brother was delivering a slow death to her predator. She to, felt insanity. And smiled. Then blacked out. For the last time.
He hated her. He hated that beautiful witch's face. He was going to destroy her. He never wanted to see her again. He stabbed into her massacred face, over and over. She kept screaming and tried to grab and over power him. He wasn't going to let her. This time, he was on top. He then began to cut into her body. He smiled as she withered beneath him. She was slowly losing strength. He continue to cut into her. He removed her fingers. He then began to saw of the skin of her arms. He couldn't cut through the bone. But that was fine. He enjoyed looking at her bones, deprived of it's skin. He did the same with her legs. She was shrilling ear splitting screams. He loved it. He wanted to hear more of it. Over taken by hunger, he dropped the knife and began to feed. He ate. He ate for him and his sister. He ate and ate. The screams soon died. As did the witch. He continued to devour her. He stopped, only to pull his partially eaten sister out from the bloody blueberry pie. He felt her dead weight. And began to cry again, with his insane smile still plastered upon his face. He hugged his dead sister, and laid her down. He placed a bone removed finger into his sister's mouth. Hoping that in her afterlife, she too, was enjoying her meal. And she was. He continued to feed.
The end.
