The Master Gypsy

Chapter 1

Here's where I die

That one thought conquering the rest, as the harsh reality of the situation starting to sink in.

Carefully he brings the blade of the knife up so its hovering alarmingly close to my neck. I look back at my distorted reflection outlined on its shiny surface. Resisting the urge to swallow as the shiny edge is now so close I can feel its iciness mixed with the unpleasant taste of death on my tongue.

Slowly my eyes travel around the claustrophobic room for the last time. The cold, musty room sways swiftly with the gentle rock of the boat.

Our kidnappers camouflage perfectly in the dark cell with their bleak grey suits, paired with identical trousers and slick gelled back hair. Constantly keeping the same stern look on their face.

At first glance you would think they're business men - some important people yet that couldn't be further from the truth. They say not all super hero's wear capes and so I guess the same applies for murderer's.

"Please don't hurt her she's innocent! " Pleaded Leon, one last time.

"Shut up boy!" Bellows one of them. His strong jawline a hectic maze of scars.

On the opposite side of the cell, my brother lays lifelessly on the concrete floor, the chains wrapped tight around his elbows pining him to wall. Leon's whimpering sends guilt ticking round my brain like a clock. Being his sister I just want to comfort him and reassure him that I'll be alright, even if I don't know the answer myself.

"Murderer" Leon hissed under his breath.

"Haha don't worry child, I'll kill her so quick she won't feel a thing" Sneers the suited man.

"Geez thanks" I reply sarcastically.

"Your welcome precious"
Both their nasty laughter echoes off the walls. Leon glares daggers in there direction.

Finally they stop laughing about the truly hilarious subject of my life.

"Please sir why do you want to kill me" I speak - clearly strained. Sucking up my pride by calling someone sir is only used in desperate situations like these.

Leon's expression changes to cringe then to amusement, he knowns I hate being formal and he loves it when I attempt to be.

"Why do you think" The suited man questions.

"Well if your looking for money, good luck cus we have non " Answers
Leon dryly.

Its true we don't have a penny left and there's nothing more we can offer. I glance over at Leon's mattered jeans, where the once black fabric now was the harsh colour of concrete. Then I scan my own torn dungarees that barely touch my skin, the hem messily sewn with rigged little cut out patterns, stitched by grandpa's own wrinkly hands.

A sly smirk plays on the suited man's mouth. "Aha nah mate" He shakes his head. "We don't need your money" He barked with laughter, tipping his head back dramatically.

Excuse me but you can't just say 'Nah mate' to someone your about murder!

I rage furiously inside my head.

"Were just following our orderers and we just need you dead, child" He slurred.

I think I've lost faith in humanity! Is he actually saying what I think?

"So your just killing me for fun, we're just part of your pathetic circus act and nothing more !" I hiss venomously, practically spitting at him. "Are you even human?"