Updated Hansel and Gretel

Here is my updated fanfic.
hope you enjoy =]

Hansel and Gretel. A story told through generations about the mistreatment of two poor children by their wicked stepmother. They find a Gingerbread Cottage where there is an evil witch who tries to eat them. They kill her and are eventually reunited with their father as their step mother has died. Sound familiar? IT IS ALL LIES. Forget all the variations of Hansel and Gretel that you have read. I am going to tell you what REALLY happened.

Once upon a time, blonde haired and blue eyed Hansel and Gretel lived with their mother and father in a cute little house with a white picket fence in central New York. Their Father worked at a bank and their mother was a school teacher. To the outside world, they seemed perfect. People would often walk past the family and dream wistfully about what it must be like to be as perfect as them. However, what most people did not know was that behind the charade, they were drug lords. Even young Hansel and Gretel were in on it. One day, a terrible tragedy occurred. Their mother was shot by a ‘home invader’, or, I should say a gang angry that their crack was not up to the usual standard, and later died in hospital.

As the FBI had been watching this family for a while, we decided to send someone in to find their main source of cocaine. I’m sure that by now you can tell that that someone was me. I was sent to ‘seduce’ their father and make him trust me enough to tell me their biggest family secret. The only way? Make him fall in love with me of course. Marriage was not something I had planned at all. But, when I’m assigned to a job, I do everything I can to get to get to the bottom of it.

Things were going well. I came to really care about the family who, as a rule, did not use the drugs themselves, just sold them to gangs and such. But as the children got older, around 9 years old, they became hooked. I tried EVERYTHING to get them clean. We moved out into the country, thinking that getting away from their bad friends and the city and getting some fresh air would do them good. Even that had no effect. Finally, the only option left was sending them away. Of course we didn’t send them very far, but the drugs made them confused and disorientated and they ended up walking deep into the woods.

One day, they stumbled across a cottage, which, in their stoned state, appeared to be made out of gingerbread. They had been taught to be suspicious of everyone and everything and usually would not have approached this strange place, but they had the munchies, so they immediately climbed onto the cottage and started trying to consume the roof tiles. Mrs McInty, the little old lady who lived there, came out to see what the commotion was, and, as is expected from an elderly woman, invited them in for some real food. Hansel and Gretel stayed at the cottage for a while, and as their drug supply dwindled, the withdrawals started. The little old lady, who had not been near civilisation for years and therefore did not know about the worlds growing drug problem, just assumed that they were poor, lost and sick children and the cure for that was to ‘fatten ‘em up’. One day, while walking to collect water, Mrs McInty suffered a bad fall. At 82 years old, her age was starting to catch up with her. She was so frail that she put her back out and suffered a possible fracture in her right arm. This meant that she could no longer carry out her usual household tasks. She asked Gretel to clean the oven for her, but Gretel immediately assumed the ‘evil witch’ was trying to cook her so, together with her brother; they easily pushed her into the oven, turned it on and ran away.

Eventually Hansel and Gretel were found and returned to their father by some park rangers. By this time, I had discovered their main source and had them arrested. This meant that my identity was revealed to their father and I was pulled from the household. I returned to the life I had led prior to my unconventional marriage, but still kept in close contact with their father. However, for the sake of the children, we faked my death. It was easier for them to understand. Once I was away from the emotional influence of the family I began to see the family as just another project and felt it was my duty to report the murder of Mrs McInty. Hansel and Gretel were sentenced to seventeen years in a juvenile detention centre, being transferred to a proper prison when they came of age, for her manslaughter, as well as the distribution of cocaine. They were also sent to a very prestigious rehab centre where they became clean. Eventually I lost contact with the father, but the last I heard was that the children had relapsed and were buying, distributing and using more cocaine than before. They had found a new drug ring, but the project to find out the main distributor was deemed too dangerous because of the children’s previous history. I hope one day that the children have the strength to become clean and will be able to tell the real story to everyone, but for now all I can do is tell my story to those who will listen. It just goes to show that stepmothers aren’t always the wicked narcissists that they are made out to be in the stories.