The train slowed down. It moved like a snail, and the wheels groaned from the train’s weight. There was a knock on the door of my first class coach. Me and my aunt looked up, caught in shock. We knew no one on the train. Who could it be?
The knocks grew to loud bangs.
Scared, I moved to open it, only an inch. But, it burst open just when I reached the latch. Two big, masked men stood in the light that poured in. They had guns, the ‘big’ type, my numb mind told me.
“Do not make a sound. Get us all the cash you have.” They said in a low, scary voice.
My hands shook. I glanced at my aunt, and put my hand in my bag to take out the purse we had. She shook her head and stood up.
“We don’t have any,” she spoke up.
They glared at her. The man in the front raised his gun at my aunt’s chest. “Give me your chain, then, you fool,” he said, and stared at the gold chain that hung on her neck. “And your ring too.”
Her face dropped, and her hands raised to take it off. As soon as they were in her hair, she took a step back and pulled the chain on the wall, the one that could stop the train. A high sound pierced the air.
They were shocked. Their grim, dark faces changed to fury, and the man who had asked for the chain fired into the roof. Then, they rushed out, and leapt to the tracks, and out of sight.
I sucked in a heavy breath. My aunt threw her arms around me, and we cried with each other until the train had reached the next stop.
We got down there and I bought a big flask of water. We gulped till it was over, and climbed the train again. Inside, we put up all our bags and cases against the door.