boundless (A.U)

two.♡

I never realised how much my neighbourhood has changed in the last few years. Houses are abandoned and some hold refuge for those who escaped their countries. Many children are orphaned, but not my family. 

We have still pulled through, despite the death of my father. Before he had died, last year, we were a strong family. We were known around Northern Europe and probably around Europe as a whole. Both my father and brothers being in the top ten most powerful people in Northern Europe. That was until my father passed. 

He died in a bombing against The Pitiless. After my father was killed, it left The Unsparing weak and scared. Their biggest member was dead and the remains of the gang were in ruins. This is how the conflict began. As soon as my father was pronounced dead, The Unsparing took it upon themselves to completely detonate London. Nobody told me an exact figure of who died, but Josh told me it was around 60,000. 

I never ask any of my brothers for any more information than they give me. They haven't called today, which is strange because they normally call straight after breakfast. They probably are working or sleeping. 

As I pull myself out of my thoughts, I realise I am about to drive past the market. 

As I step out of the car, everyone is staring at me. I usually get a few glances, but It's never been this bad. I quickly get into the shop, feeling under pressure from all the judging eyes.

I quickly pick a meal deal of chicken pasta, diet coke and a Twix. I wait for a short while in the queue before putting my food down on the counter. 

"It's on me." The woman at the till tells me after putting it all into a bag. 

"Sorry?" I ask in amazement taking in the woman's appearance. She is in her late thirties, early forties. Her chestnut hair is scraped back into a neat bun and she has beautiful green eyes.

"No need to pay, you're going through a rough time at the moment." She smiles.

"Oh no, really, you don't need to." I insist. 

"It's only a meal deal, it's not like it's a weekly shop. It would be my pleasure, I knew your father and brothers."

I glance down at her name tag, which says 'Elise'. The name doesn't ring a bell. 

"Of you pop darling, there's a queue behind you." She winks at me. I give her a grateful smile before walking away with my food. What a sweet lady.

My brothers still haven't called. I was told multiple times not to call them. I decide not to, despite the unsettled feeling, they could be doing some important business.

As I am walking out of the shop, I glance at the newspaper stand. There is one front page that really stood out to me. 

'The Pitiless plan multiple attempts to kidnap members of the Prescott family, who have links with The Unsparing'

I glance at the image below, The Pitiless symbol is a P with spikes coming out of it. There is another photo of a group of men with bandanas around their faces, stood in a line with various weapons. The photo looks very recent. 

The article reads:

"After numerous attempts to get The Unsparing to yield, The Pitiless are taking matters into their own hands. Pitiless leader, Lucian, is known to be plotting to capture members of the Prescott family and other families associated with The unsparing. It may seem like an empty threat, but just yesterday a rumoured 160 men have been sent to Norway in hopes to find these people. Insiders say that the capturing shall officially begin on the night of August the 22nd."

My blood runs cold. My family are in serious danger. All but one of my brothers are powerful members of The Unsparing. Josh is next in line to be the leader for goodness sake. But what would they do to us? Keep us hostage, until we surrender? If that is the case, we will all be dead this time next week. When is August the 22nd? I swear that was on Tuesday? 

"Excuse me?" I ask a woman who was just passing by. "Sorry, do you know what date it is today?"

"It's August the 22nd today, babe." She smiles and then walks out of the shop. 

My family really are in danger.