The thunder rolled again. David stared down at his brother's grave. Then he placed a bouquet of roses on the grave and turned back to his family. His wife, Jane, stood there holding their little son. There were tear stains on her face. David walked over to her.
"Hey." He whispered, wiping her tears.
She put down the little boy and hugged David. He sighed and patted her on her back. She started sobbing again. Their son stared at them in confusion. Then he turned his head to look at the graves; the graves of his family members. All of his uncles, aunts and cousins were buried there. He didn't know what had happened to them. At the young age of four, Robin was still now aware about death. His mom had told him they all went to Heaven. And little Robin had the feeling that he won't be able to see them again.
His parents finally broke the hug when a man stepped forward. He was talking to them. Robin ran up to hear him. But they were saying difficult words like "inheritance" and "murder" and Robin and no idea what those words meant so he just took his mother's hand and squeezed it gently. After a while, the grown-ups stopped talking and started walking away. Robin followed. They all got in their car and his father drove towards home. From the backseat, Robin could notice the depression in his parents' eyes.
"Mum? Dad?" he asked, leaning forward "Why are you sad?"
His parents exchanged glances.
"Well….sweetheart….we miss everyone." His mother replied, wiping her tears.
"Just be quiet and sit back." His father replied.
Robin sat back but stared in wonder. His parents were always so happy, kind and playful. Why not now?
When they reached home, he was sent to his room. His parents waited downstairs. Robin sighed and went to his room. His room was always messy. No matter how much his mother cleaned it, he messed it up again. Robin sat down on the soft carpet, picked up a ball and flung it across the room. The ball bounced and came back at a great speed, but Robin caught it. He was good at playing catch. And he loved showing it off in front of his parents and his friends. Robin threw the ball again when he heard a sound.
He smiled. He liked that sound. Whenever he heard that sound, it meant someone had come to visit. He picked up his ball and peeked out of his room to see who it was. His father opened the door and there stood the man whom they had talked to in the graveyard. He had some more men with him. His father let them in and they all sat down in the living room to talk.
Robin crept downstairs to get a better view. As he was climbing down the stairs, his ball dropped from his hand.
Thud thud thud thud thud. It went bouncing downstairs.
Robin closed his eyes as his father stood up and walked up to him. He knew he was going to be in trouble!
"A son!" a voice cried suddenly "These documents don't say you have a child." A man said, standing up.
David picked up Robin and took him to the living room.
"Well, we do have a son. This is Robin Klear. He will also get the inheritance." David told the men. He placed Robin on Jane's lap and sat down on the sofa himself. "Now, what were we talking about?"
One of the men glared Robin. Robin whimpered and hid his face by pressing it against his mother's body.
"Do you have any other children?" another man asked.
"No." David replied.
"So…I suppose he must be your favorite, no? Of course, all the Klear generations have died. You must have high hopes for this boy." He said, eyeing Robin slyly.
"Yes," David said "I'm terribly grieved over the fact that all my family and my wife's family are dead. I am also grieved over the fact that Jane cannot have any more babies, so Robin will be our only son. But I know my son will make me proud. He will spread generations."
Jane smiled. "My baby." She whispered, kissing him on his cheek.
"Now," said the one of the men, reaching into his pocket "There has been a murder of five relatives from your side." With that, he nodded his head to David "And seven from your side." He nodded to Jane. "Are positively sure you have no more family members left except your son?"
David and Jane both nodded.
The man nodded too. "Well….how much of a total amount of inheritance does that leave you?"
"Eighty million." David replied.
The man nodded again and stood up.
"You're the only three Klears left. And I'm afraid…tonight is your last night."
"Excuse me?" Jane cried out, shocked. She placed Robin on the couch. Robin, finally out of his mother's grasp, ran out of the room towards his ball. It was lying near the doorway. He picked it up and smiled. Then he looked up and his smile faded. The man pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it straight at Jane.
"No!" David screamed, rushing forward.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The bullet hit Jane right on her chest. She gasped and then fell back, dead.
Then the man turned his gun towards David. David turned and ran towards Robin. He grabbed his hand and they both rushed towards the door.
The blood from David's wound fell right on top of Robin. David fell down, dying. Robin whimpered. Tears streamed down his eyes as he stood there watching his father die. The man stepped closer now and pointed the gun right on Robin's forehead.
"Bye bye." He said, grinning and pulled the trigger. Robin closed his eyes.
David took one last breath. He knew his wife was dead and soon he would be dead too. Flashbacks came in his mind. The happy memories of his family together. Tears appeared in his eyes as he remembered his life. The day he graduated from college; the day he got a job; the day he met Jane; the day he and his best friend, Oliver, held their bachelor party; the day he and Jane got married and then the day Robin was born. Poor little Robin. They can't kill him. He's just a child.
And with his last breath, David kicked the man standing in front of him on his ankle. He cried out and fell down.
Robin opened his eyes. Then he just stood there and stared.
"Run!" David cried out.
Robin hesitated. Tears were streaming down his eyes.
"Run! Just run!" David screamed again.
Robin took a step outside, still hesitating. From the living room, the rest of the men came running. Robin gasped.
"I love you, Dad!" he cried out and ran off in the dark cold night.
"Get him!" one of the men cried, running behind him "If he gets away then I won't be able to get the money!"
From inside the house, David Klear murmured out "I love you too, Robin." and closed his eyes forever.