700 Mods Contest: For speechie42
Title: Little Brother and Little Sister
Summary: What was Grif's true reaction to the appearance of Sister in Blood Gulch?
A/N: As usual, Sister is referred to as "Kitty" in my stories. (I mean, come on. "Sister?" Seriously guys.)
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Once upon a time, there was a cruel witch that lived at the top of an ivory tower. No one knew of her true nature; they simply saw how the sun would make the tower blaze, and how the moonlight struck the pure stone.
Now, the witch had two children; a boy-child and a little girl. The boy was the elder, and loved his sister dearly. He did what he could to shield her from the cruelty and caprice of the witch, but they were still beaten daily and the time they had had full meals became a distant dream.
Grif set his head down on the dashboard of the Warthog. He didn’t want Kitty to be here. She deserved better than this dry, ugly place. Why couldn’t she have stayed in Hawaii, where she belonged?
After many years of enduring this, the boy turned to his sister and said, “We must leave here. If we stay, we will die.”
And the sister agreed. Late that night, they slipped through the witch’s enchantments and escaped into the night.
She had friends there. He’d thought that she was happy.
Right?
But the witch knew they had run away, and cast spells on the fruits and waters of the forest.
He felt a finger prod his shoulder and looked up to see Simmons looking at him.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the maroon-clad Spartan said.
“They aren’t worth even that much.”
The two siblings traveled through the night, until the brother saw a stream. Being much thirsty from their long travels, he knelt to take a drink. But his sister, who was wise to the ways of witch, cried out, “No, brother! Do not drink from the stream, for you shall be transformed into a deer and run away from me!”
“I’ll give you a cigarette then.”
Grif took the cigarette.
The brother saw the truth of his sister’s words, and did not drink from the stream, though he was sore with thirst.
They continued to travel and saw a bush covered with berries. The brother picked some and prepared to eat one, for he was also hungry. But his sister, who was wise to the ways of witch, cried out, “No, brother! Do not eat one, for you shall be transformed into a bear, and rip me apart!”
He took a deep, cancerous breath with relief. And because he was a man that kept his promises, he said, “She doesn’t belong here.”
“Who?”
“My sister. She shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous.”
The brother saw the truth of his sister’s words, and did not eat the berries, though his stomach ached and cramped from his hunger.
Once again, they continued to travel. They began to near the edge of the forest, and the witch’s border.
Both were nearly faint with their drought and their hunger. But they did not dare eat or drink anything of the forest, for they knew that the witch had laid a terrible curse on it.
But as the border, and freedom, neared their hearts soared.
“None of us belong here.”
Damn Simmons. Damn him.
“Especially not her,” Grif snapped angrily. “She was supposed to stay home until I came back!”
“Stay there until she died? We’re in the future. Everyone we know is dead. At least she’s with you now. You can still --”
“SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME UNTIL I GOT BACK!” The cigarette bounced on the ground and lay next to a rock, smoldering. “She was supposed to stay home, and then when I got back I could take care of her again --”
A sob tore itself out of his throat.
The witch however, was not so easily defeated. So long as the children were in her forest, they were still within her power.
An illusion was cast upon the children, and they believed that they left the forest; though in fact, they simply began traveling in circles. Eventually, they chanced upon an accursed stream. The brother reached it first, and drank from it.
He tried to run, get away, but Rick’s hand closed around his bicep and pulled him close.
Grif realized he was crying.
Gloved fingers wiped the tears off his face as the orange Spartan whispered, “Oh my God, I’ve killed her.”
Then the brother was turned into a wolf before his sister. With a great snarl, he turned on her and tore out her throat.
*****
Source: http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/011.html
Summary: What was Grif's true reaction to the appearance of Sister in Blood Gulch?
A/N: As usual, Sister is referred to as "Kitty" in my stories. (I mean, come on. "Sister?" Seriously guys.)
*****
Once upon a time, there was a cruel witch that lived at the top of an ivory tower. No one knew of her true nature; they simply saw how the sun would make the tower blaze, and how the moonlight struck the pure stone.
Now, the witch had two children; a boy-child and a little girl. The boy was the elder, and loved his sister dearly. He did what he could to shield her from the cruelty and caprice of the witch, but they were still beaten daily and the time they had had full meals became a distant dream.
Grif set his head down on the dashboard of the Warthog. He didn’t want Kitty to be here. She deserved better than this dry, ugly place. Why couldn’t she have stayed in Hawaii, where she belonged?
After many years of enduring this, the boy turned to his sister and said, “We must leave here. If we stay, we will die.”
And the sister agreed. Late that night, they slipped through the witch’s enchantments and escaped into the night.
She had friends there. He’d thought that she was happy.
Right?
But the witch knew they had run away, and cast spells on the fruits and waters of the forest.
He felt a finger prod his shoulder and looked up to see Simmons looking at him.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the maroon-clad Spartan said.
“They aren’t worth even that much.”
The two siblings traveled through the night, until the brother saw a stream. Being much thirsty from their long travels, he knelt to take a drink. But his sister, who was wise to the ways of witch, cried out, “No, brother! Do not drink from the stream, for you shall be transformed into a deer and run away from me!”
“I’ll give you a cigarette then.”
Grif took the cigarette.
The brother saw the truth of his sister’s words, and did not drink from the stream, though he was sore with thirst.
They continued to travel and saw a bush covered with berries. The brother picked some and prepared to eat one, for he was also hungry. But his sister, who was wise to the ways of witch, cried out, “No, brother! Do not eat one, for you shall be transformed into a bear, and rip me apart!”
He took a deep, cancerous breath with relief. And because he was a man that kept his promises, he said, “She doesn’t belong here.”
“Who?”
“My sister. She shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous.”
The brother saw the truth of his sister’s words, and did not eat the berries, though his stomach ached and cramped from his hunger.
Once again, they continued to travel. They began to near the edge of the forest, and the witch’s border.
Both were nearly faint with their drought and their hunger. But they did not dare eat or drink anything of the forest, for they knew that the witch had laid a terrible curse on it.
But as the border, and freedom, neared their hearts soared.
“None of us belong here.”
Damn Simmons. Damn him.
“Especially not her,” Grif snapped angrily. “She was supposed to stay home until I came back!”
“Stay there until she died? We’re in the future. Everyone we know is dead. At least she’s with you now. You can still --”
“SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME UNTIL I GOT BACK!” The cigarette bounced on the ground and lay next to a rock, smoldering. “She was supposed to stay home, and then when I got back I could take care of her again --”
A sob tore itself out of his throat.
The witch however, was not so easily defeated. So long as the children were in her forest, they were still within her power.
An illusion was cast upon the children, and they believed that they left the forest; though in fact, they simply began traveling in circles. Eventually, they chanced upon an accursed stream. The brother reached it first, and drank from it.
He tried to run, get away, but Rick’s hand closed around his bicep and pulled him close.
Grif realized he was crying.
Gloved fingers wiped the tears off his face as the orange Spartan whispered, “Oh my God, I’ve killed her.”
Then the brother was turned into a wolf before his sister. With a great snarl, he turned on her and tore out her throat.
*****
Source: http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/011.html