Thursday, early morning Who: The Candy Twins (Hansel and Gretel) plus Muriel and minions (NPC's) What: Their biggest fear When: Thursday, early morning Where: Hansel's room Rating: R for depictions of violence/torture/gore. Not for the squeamish.
Gretel had closed her eyes for sleep only two hours before something jarred her awake. A sound... a feeling... The first few moments of consciousness, staring into the gloom of her room while her eyes adjusted to the dark, were blissfully unaware of what had happened. What was happening, in the next room- her brother's. What was about to happen in her own.
Before she could even calm her heart, the door that connected their two single suites exploded inward, splintering off its hinges in a spray of shrapnel and the residue of a dark magic burst. In flooded a parade of ravenous, cackling evil hags- every single one of which she and Hansel had personally decapitated or incinerated in their lives back before the hotel; they swarmed her en masse before she could even untangle herself from the blankets. She swung and kicked and fought out of both instinct, confusion, and fear, but Gretel was only one woman. It took five of them to subdue her and drag her through the broken doorframe into Hansel's room, which was lit by a blazing inferno in the fireplace, and every other electric light in the room. The Christmas decorations and the room itself had been turned upside down, completely ransacked and destroyed by the fight that had happened only moments before, when the unholy hoard had attacked Hansel first.
Having taken her own crossbow across her temple, the haze of concussion kept her focus from locking on, but once it did, Gretel's stomach and heart sank. The blood drained from her face as the witches coiled garland and wire around her wrists and strung her up by the rafters in the room- just like the had Hansel, not even ten feet in front of her. And looming, leering at her behind her brother, was Muriel. Alive and hideous as ever.