The Gypsy At Sunrise

Chapter 1: Vantage Point

Chapter 1:

Vantage Point

District 17, Halayeb, June 2011

I looked down at him, the enemy, as my machete clinged to the apple of his throat, ready to kill. His pupils were enlarged, displaying fear, as he gazed up at me, begging for my mercy. I shan’t give it to him though. He killed my parents—he is the reason that most of my family and friends are dead, and he will pay.

However, Aro told me not to kill him yet since he’ll be our prisoner. He may have information that we need to get to the vantage point. We’ve been trying to find that bloody place formonths now. That point is very crucial because of the heavy load of security—we need to get to it. All the ammo and weaponry for a bombing was sited there and it is feared that the fucking government would use them on us. We’ve been bombing there artillery units down south of District 17. So, in a way to get us back, they’ll bomb us with GATOR CBU-89, which are used by fighter-aircrews, in a few days. The dispenser holds 72 anti-armor mines and 22 anti-personnel mines. These mines arm immediately upon impact. The GATOR has two integrated "kill mechanisms," a magnetic influence fuse to sense armor, and deployed trip wires that explode the bomb when adults, children or an animal walks on or disturbs them. Another feature of the GATOR is the "random delay function" detonating over several days for "highly effective area denial and harassment operations." Translation: these weapons are highly effective for the terrorization of human beings. And worst of all, time is not our side.

You get the picture: total destruction. If we are destroyed, then who would protect the Catholic minorities of this unjust place? The Muslim rebels and army, who work for the government, use to burn Catholic homes when I was around eight years old. That is how my parents died—how Joshua died from my dreams. Anyway, the Egyptian government have been trying their very best to ‘terminate’ those who go against the teachings of the Muslim prophet Mohammed. I honestly think that this stupid little tension could be avoided but no. Men in power and their pathetic excuses to kill the innocent! That is why Aro established the Crusader Units here in District 17. We fight all over Halayeb, Luxor and even Cairo.

Lately, the tension in Cairo has lessened since the president has stepped down from power. I just wonder how long it will take for them to find a new slick-eye evil president. If I get the chance, I’ll personally find the former one and kill him with my MP-44.

I tightened my grip on the little son of abitch as my thoughts grew angrier. He yelped in pain, and that made smile sinisterly. I feel like killing him—I fucking need to kill him. The hate is eating me up—I want to see him pupils dilate and see his soul go down to hell.

“Ella, enough,” ordered Aro’s rough voice. I huffed, rolling my eyes. Patience, Ella, patience. You will get to kill him later, I thought to myself. I smiled and loosened my grip. I looked to see Azra’s hate filled eyes at the enemy, and Aro’s composed and still posture.

“What is your name?” asked Aro. He didn’t answer, so Aro looked at me. I drew blood from his left temple to the corner of his mouth—it sort of resembled the Muslim crescent. He screamed in pain, and I laughed at his misery.

“Yusuf!” he exclaimed. I stopped and rested my machete back on his throat.

“How old are you?” asked Azra. He always wants to know how old his prey is before he kills them. He’s just so sick—that’s what I love about him. But he has never told me the reason why though.

“Fourteen,” Yusuf stuttered.

“What do you know about the vantage point?” Aro asked.

“I don’t know anything! Please! They don’t tell me anything—I’m just a child.” I was also a child when your people killed my parents. What a fucking bastard.