ANGST ALERT, just warnin' ya.
"We gotta go...they're coming, they're coming!"Panic was in the air as a group of nine silhouetted figures fled from the cover of a small sheltered home. There was a faint drizzle of rain, but it drummed like thunder in the ears of fearful gypsies. The stomp of hooves roared along with the rain, their hearts, too, adding to the deathly beat to which they ran.
They were gypsies. Branded by many as simple common thieves, their kind was hunted down by guards, rounded up and locked away in cages. Had he wanted to, Charles could have left - he could have fled, and been all the better off...but these people - not dirty bandits,
people - had shown him a compassion so rare that he was obligated to remain by their side. Parched, starved and nearly dead, they had saved his mortal flesh, grounded his spirit and healed him till he could stand on his own. But rather than doing so, he remained with these kindly people, with this new
family. He was their mentor, their teacher; they were his support, his shelter. He couldn't walk out on them, even now, chased down by the guards of many lands.
Unlike the other times, however, their futures looked grim.
Guardsmen from two neighbouring cities had joined forces to catch the vagabonds, and to make matters worse, the eldest of their crew, Daioh, was horribly ill, having come down with a fever that they simply couldn't cure. They hadn't the money for a medicine man, and even if they stole it, no doctors would treat the dirty gypsy filth. Farrah was the closest thing they had to a doctor, but all she could do was numb his body so he wouldn't feel the pain.
So, as they fled, Charles carried the old man on his back. But it wasn't long before the thunderous sounds of hooves and the shouting of many men caught up to them, surrounded them. They had no way out this time. Here in this field of grass there was no back-alley they could run to, and the guards knew it; they had steered the small band away from the city, away from any safety they might find. There was no sanctuary for them.
There were eight altogether, and while the gypsies had them outnumbered, these people were on horseback
and bore deadly arms. Three among the troupe carried weapons - Farrah and Moira had with them a knife, and the eldest of the five children had a staff - but he was closely guarded by the two women, for no child could ever fight a guard and win.
"Come with us quietly, filth...and we might give you an easier sentence." ...A lie, of course, Charles knew it. But the lie did not bother him...rather, it was the look in that man's eyes, a look of utter, deadly malice. Charles could feel Daioh squirming on his back, and tried to grip the man's legs tighter to keep him from falling.
"Yah think we gon' believe you lyin' money-grubbers? Must think we're feckin' stupid, unh?" Charles froze.
No. No, Daioh, stop...don't.... he breathed, but the guards had heard it, and looked none too happy. The man who had spoken to them first was positively
fuming, but was talked down by another, calmer - yet equally displeased - man.
"...Mind your tongue, thief, we only offer you the truth." Liar.
"No matter what you do, you will be taken into custody. Cooperate, and you will be treated well." Liar. "We might even have that friend of yours looked at for his injuries - but whatever you do, you will be coming with us." LI-"LIAR!"A flash of silver caught Charles' eye in its blinding light, and he watched it sail through the air towards the guards. The world slowed down then, and he could feel his body grow numb and cold, even as the ring of metal striking armour wailed in his ears. Charles could feel himself falling, and soon found himself lying in the sopping grass with Daioh shouting beside him. Dazed, he lifted his head and saw the guards all but in a riot, with one of them having dismounted. He could hear shouting, loud and horrified shouting, but none of the words were discernible. His eyes, however, could see sharply - far too sharply - as that guard marched forward, drawing his sword and, despite the roars of what he could only assume were 'no', plunged the blade into the young woman's chest.
There was silence, then. Nothing but silence, as Farrah dropped like a rock.
And then, wailing and crying - and a much louder howl of despair from Daioh beside him. Charles' body was trembling s badly, but even as he tried to push himself up, he slipped back down again, helplessly watching as Daioh ran towards the man who had killed their beloved sister, armed with nothing but his fists, and....and fell, without landing a single punch. The guard let out a frightened sort of sound, something between genuine fear and paranoia. With his blade still embedded in the girl's body, he turned and grabbed Daioh by his cloak, and as a struggling Charles watched, the man had started whaling on the elder, each punch resounding horribly in his ears. Charles' eyes were swimming, and he crawled forward, pulling himself to his knees and shakily lurching to his feet, making an awkward and lopsided attempt at running towards the carnage.
"NO!" he heard himself shouting,
"stop it...STOP IT! Don't!" But his pleas fell on the ears of a madman, whose head snapped up at the sight of the approaching youth, and instead of a pleading, weeping child...he saw another attacker. With a wail, he grabbed his sword, awkwardly pulling it from Farrah, and swung it towards the teen.
Charles screamed, faltering for but a moment and he doubled over, hugging himself against his knees as the sword swept down towards him. Steel bit into flesh, and he cried out in agony - but instead of slicing through his body, the weapon made a deep gash all the way down along his back. Charles shut his eyes. He was finished, he knew it; he was going to be killed like this. He was going to die....
...But agonizing moments passed by. Shouldn't it have happened by now? Shouldn't he have been cut down already?
Lifting his head painfully, Charles saw two guards holding the frantic man back. Looking around, he could see now that the other guards had all dismounted, and were standing protectively in front of the remaining gypsies. Then...they hadn't been standing around watching, he realized; they hadn't been egging him on with their shouts. They...had
protected the gypsies.
One of the guards knelt by Charles, but he could hear nothing beyond his own crying, could see nothing through the tears. He was only vaguely aware of being lifted off the ground before finally losing consciousness.
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"We've confiscated any effects on your person that you stole, and each of you has been appropriately treated. The old man who was...wounded in the altercation has been admitted to a proper treatment center where we hope he will make a full recovery. You may stay until then, but we advise that you leave immediately after. I can assure that you will not be chased, and the Lieutenant has been admitted to a psychiatric ward, but be aware that if I catch any news of thievery, I won't be letting you off the hook. This, though, is the least I can do after what has happened.""What of Farrah? What will you do with the body?""The girl's body....it was our intention to bury her remains properly in the cemetery. Should you have a preferred burial location, we will allow you to take the body instead.""...Yes, please. We would like to take her ourselves.""Very well."Charles was unable to speak as Moira made the arrangements with the Captain, his body still shivering just being in the man's presence. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Daioh and Farrah, brutally beaten and slain. He could feel the bite of a sword in his back. And all his mind could tell him was that he could not trust law enforcers....they sought to criminalize even those who couldn't afford to live any other way, and there were those among them...like the Lieutenant...who simply couldn't control their wretched desire to end others' lives. It was disgusting. People like them...were disgusting.
True to their word, Charles and the remaining six gypsies left that city together, with two bodies in their charge. They din't know where they would go next....but they would find somewhere better, somewhere safer. All Charles knew was that they needed to find somewhere to settle down, where they could get honest jobs and support each other without resorting to thievery. They couldn't lose anyone else.