Gretel (Alternate Ending)
Author’s Note: Hello there. When I first
started this story set I already knew that it would be a two-parter and most of it had written itself in my head before
I even put fingers to keyboard. Been true of a lot of my
stories in the past, but they always tend to take on a life of their own.
Hansel went pretty much the way I planned, with a few stylistic choices that
kind of came to me in the moment (such as the stream of consciousness style for
when Hansel’s mind goes over the edge, enjoyed writing it that way) but overall
following the outline to the letter. When Gretel first started writing itself
in my head I had a completely different ending planned. As I was writing the
story out though, that slowly started to change and by the time I was actually
at the point where the ending was to come, it was clear to me that the story
wanted to be the way it came out. And I always try to yield to that, because
it’s certainly given me positive results in the past. Without doing that, there
would never have been any sequels to “Little Red… TWIOTB”.
And what a travesty that would have been. But in this case, while I think the
story is better for the ending that it chose, I still like the original ending
idea enough that I wanted to write it out. So at the risk of my being a bit of
a pretentious artiste, consider this something of a little DVD
extra to “Gretel”. Oh and if you don’t want to have the actual ending spoiled
in your mind, you might want to stop reading now. This ending’s a bit dark.
And then, suddenly, she was merely lying
in the kitchen in a cottage. Her head swam and her stomach gurgled. It was
still now. No struggling, no movements, just a light churning as she digested
her meal, which was now quite calm.
Trying to shake the cobwebs from her
mind, Gretel lay on the floor, feeling a new rush of power throughout her
entire body. It was quite a heady experience and she was not sure if she could
handle it. She had read all of her mother’s books and notes, but this felt
beyond anything they had covered. Gretel’s head began to ache just thinking
about it.
And as she lay on the kitchen, the
headache began to get worse. It was like a pounding in her skull that would not
cease. Her hands clutched at her hair, her stomach still sloshing around her
meal. She began to try to use her new abilities to calm the pain, and that was
when it grew worse. Suddenly in addition to the throbbing, Gretel felt a white
hot pain shoot through the center of her head, like a spike being driven into
its very center, paralyzing her on the ground.
She lay stricken, unable to move for the
terrible pain and suddenly began to feel something new. It was a strange
sensation coupled with the pain of her essence and memories being unraveled.
Slowly she could not remember where she was or how she had gotten here. Then
she would barely grasp a glimpse of what her life had been like and what had
just happened, but it would slip away again. And as she tried to grasp these
bits together, tried to keep them from fluttering away, Gretel suddenly felt
the mental weight of thousands of years of experience and will, slamming down
on her consciousness.
As she began to fade, she was graced with
on final coherent though. She had been a fool to think she could defeat
something so powerful.
As she finished obliterating the girl’s
mind, the witch slowly stretched into her new body, getting used to the feel of
it. It was fresher than her old one had been, and it would take a bit of time
to train this body to truly focus her powers. For now, she was simply getting
used to the new muscle structure and the feel of the way this one took in
stimulus.
It had been time to switch bodies now
anyway, and she had hoped the girl would take her offer so that she could get
this one used to channeling a bit more power. But in the end she had been
forced to simply plan for another meal and hope that suitable specimen would
arrive on her doorstep in the next few months. And then the girl had surprised
her with her ingenuity.
The witch hated to admit that she hadn’t
planned for being bashed in the head and roasted alive in her own oven. But it
had served as a valuable lesson, if almost a costly one. She would have to take
greater care in the future. She had become arrogant and almost sloppy with her
meals. No more. From now on, she would treat each one as being potentially
dangerous, the way she had in the start.
To start with, it would be time for the
cottage to move on. Another place, possibly even another time
again. Maybe another trip to the future where she
didn’t have to worry about people actually believing in the possibilities of
monsters in the woods. She took a greater risk of being shot, but she
could deal with that.
She focused her energy now as best she
could, annoyed at the effort this was going to take for the next month or so of
her existence, and began sending the cottage and herself away. The witch hoped
she could find a good hunting ground. The more she ate, the faster she’d be
back at her full power. She intended to get it back very quickly.
So that’s it. Thankfully for Gretel, that
didn’t happen, and personally, I’m kind of glad the story wanted a happier
ending. I’m glad that Gretel’s out there wandering, instead of the witch simply
looking for a better place to eat. If my mind decides to return to these
stories for some reason, I think Gretel will be a much more interesting
character to follow around over all. We’ll just have to see if that happens.
the
Wolf