Chatterbox: Inkwell

So I wrote this story while I was supposed to be paying attention in class... but I thought why not put it up here... tell me what you think of it! 

It was a dark and stormy night, and Mattias was scared, though he didn’t let it show. Shivering, he stood on the banks of the Thames with his sisters Evela and Greta. 

“This is all your fault. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” Evela whispered, annoyed.

”I know, and I truly am sorry. This is our only way to help Mum though,” Mattias responded. Greta shushed them both and pointed down the river. Emerging from the misty depths was a sleek black tugboat, slicing its way through the water. Mattias flattened himself against the underside of the bridge as the boat pulled up. A figure shrouded in black stepped onto the boat’s deck. Mattias gathered his courage and spoke.

”Where is the piece?” he asked. As he spoke, two more figures emerged from the boat. The first figure spoke in a resonant voice. 

“The piece you seek is here, but you must retrieve it from the boat.” He signaled to his cronies, who lowered a gangplank.

”Stay here,” Mattias whispered to Evela and Greta. He boarded the boat and stepped toward the shadowed man. “I have done what you asked, now hand it over.”

The man lowered his voice so that Mattias’s sisters could not hear. 

“You killed the girl?” he inquired.

Mattias swallowed, hoping the man could not hear the lie in his voice. “Yes.”

The man leaned back, satisfied. He glanced at something behind Mattias, and before Mattias could react, one of the man’s cronies slipped a burlap sack over his head. The boat began to move. 

The last thing Mattias heard as the boat cut through the Thames was Evela’s piercing scream. ”MATTIAS!!”

I don’t know where this story will go after this, so feel free to add on.

-casstastrophe