Author: Eisafangirl PM
"In my opinion, fairy tales don't exist. I hate all of them. What I really like, is adventure. I'm not a little kid, I work for the Black Bride. She's probably 21 years old and I'm actually 16. That's not what's important. What's important is that I live this dangerous life. The catch is, fairy tales surround me. My name is Red, short for Little Red Riding Hood."Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 18 - Words: 31,559 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 08-27-12 - Published: 06-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8241534
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Anonymous Review: Thanks so much for reviewing! I agree with you on the plot. I hopefully have fixed my goals for this story. I'm glad you liked the names. Yes, I've seen Snow. It was pretty good but I never thought of it while I wrote this story.
Hansel and Gretel
I woke up in the prisoner cell that I took Rapunzel in just yesterday. How did I ever get to sleep down there? I shook my head and wiped off the muck off my coat. I was right in front of one of the seven dwarves' cell. This one definitely looked like Sleepy to me.
"Sleepy?" I questioned.
He continued to snore very loudly. I shrugged my shoulders and walked back up the stairs. Once in a while I had breaks from the Bride. I wasn't sure why I was visiting the witch, though. What was hilarious was that no one knew about the witch except the Bride, Rump, and I. I remembered Hansel and Gretel as a child. I used to see their cruel mother around. She hated them with a complete passion. I just kept walking to 'ole grandma's house.
I started my adventure towards her house. It took me a few forests here and there, before I got to the scariest one. It only scared little kids but not adults at all. I was glad. I wasn't scared but I hated walking around at night. Was I scared of the Big Bad Wolf? Of course I wasn't. He didn't even exist.
I saw the gingerbread house up ahead. It so looked like a tourist attraction you just couldn't miss. I knocked on the hard, cookie door. A "little old lady" opened the door, pretending to be nice.
"What can I do for you, dear?" a voice cracked.
"Good morning, grandma. Do you have any children I could eat in there? I'm really craving meat right now," I joked.
"Nope, no meat in here," she started to close the door.
"I'm just joking with you, Zelda," I laughed at her.
"I was just joking with you too, Little Red," her face transformed green.
I laughed and went into the room without permission. Annually, I tried eating some her best stuff that she cooked. Food was okay back in the Bride's castle but I managed to want more sweet stuff. I tried sneaking some whip cream off of an apple pie but Zelda beat me to it.
"You always catch me! Just let me off the hook, once," I laughed.
"Fine, have anything. Don't get too fat, I just might cook you," she pointed her bony finger at me.
"You wouldn't cook me!" I objected.
She cackled and started making even more delicious treats. I scouted out her place to see what was different. There were a few candies that were added. I noticed that a girl who was as tall as me, walked in, carrying an empty tin tray.
"Good, Gretel. I'm commanding you to give him more of this," Zelda said giving her more donuts.
"Yes, Zelda," she walked by without looking at me.
"Good morning, Gretel," I smirked.
She turned to look at me and stared at what I was wearing. I knew she was deeply jealous. She huffed and returned back to the same room she came from. I kept eating my delicious treat, while Zelda kept baking.
"I almost forgot. I needed you for a reason. Stop eating so much. It's for Hansel," she shooed my hands.
"What's my mission?" I asked boldly.
"Hansel won't eat anything I give to him!" she complained.
"Just force it to him," I rebutted.
"It's not that easy. He's just grown up like you. I got this good chance to take them away just one more time. I'm not letting him do anything fishy," she explained.
"That's right, it's your second time. I'm right there with you. Let me go talk to him," I found the room where Gretel went.
I opened the cookie door and stared at Gretel, who was holding Hansel's almost thick hand. He motioned to me, and she scowled.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was invited here," I shot back.
"Why aren't you going to help us?" she stood up.
"I don't help poor souls like you. Don't you know what I do for a living?" I folded my arms.
"Sure but you're terrible at it," she offended me.
"I think you have some more slaving to do," I got in her face.
"I think you have some more sucking up to do," she started towards the door.
She closed it quite loudly, almost breaking half of the door. I could hear Zelda start screaming in the background. I felt bad for Zelda. She's almost close to eating Hansel but her terrible vision distracts her. This time, I hope she doesn't mess up.
"Hansel? I can barely recognize you," I tried flattering him. He was cooped up in a bigger cage. He didn't answer me. "I want you to obey Zelda. Don't try anything on her. You might actually get cooked this time," I lectured him. He still didn't answer. "I give up, you win. You should really talk to me," I sat down on the floor.
"Why won't you help us?" he asked in a mouse voice.
"What?" I couldn't hear him.
"Why won't you help us? Gretel and I?" he looked anywhere else but my eyes.
"I don't exactly help people, Hansel. All of your fairy tale crap makes me nauseous," I told the truth.
"You belonged in a fairy tale," he rebutted.
"No I didn't. There was no such thing as the Big Bad Wolf. I got to my grandmother's place safely, all the time," I didn't lie.
"True but you're corrupted by The Black Bride. She's turned you against all of us," he accused me.
"No, I'm not. She helped me out. She understood me very clearly. Fairy tales are garbage," I offended him.
"Red, I missed you," he looked deep into my soul. Missed me?
"Missed me? I only saw your mother, not you!" I replied.
"I would make sure you were okay, when you went to your grandmother's house," he answered. "When she died, I wanted to take care of you too. My mother didn't allow it," he continued.
"Stop lying. You're repulsive. I've never thought of you as my friend," I looked at him.
"I have. You never showed any compassion anyways," he accused.
I scowled and flipped my cloak to flow behind me. I turned the doorknob and tried not slamming it. Gretel was learning how to cook some special recipe. Zelda looked up, as I was about to walk out.
"Careful! It's spelled," I realized that, when a piece of my jet-black hair split open.
"Thanks," I growled.
"Leaving so soon? I thought you wanted to stay. Did you talk some sense into that boy?" she asked too many questions.
"I am leaving. He offended me, and no, I didn't talk to him that much. Tell him about Rump and I. He'll surely obey anything," I closed the door.