The year was 2009. In the far end of a city, called Chennai, there were a few houses in a lonely street. The street comprised nearly twenty houses. Most of the people in the street were rich and well-educated. Out of those, a house didn't look like a house at all.
The house looked awkward and nasty in its appearance. The neighbors didn't know anything about the house. To the neighbors, it just looked like a dustbin. They dumped their waste into the house. No one knew the owner of the house. They didn't have enough time to enquire those matters.
The house was painted blue. But it had faded away. It was a two-storey building. The front of the house had a name printed on the wall:
BAY HOME 1985
But it barely stood there. Also there was a kitchen garden behind it. All the plants, which had been planted by someone, maybe by that "Bay", had gone rotten. There were no more plants. The neighbors thought that no one would be coming to that house. Also they assumed that the owner of the house would be dead.
But they were obviously wrong. There was a guy in the house. They would have known the entry of the guy, if they had bothered about the house. The guy might have entered the house through the rusted gate or through the kitchen garden.
The ground floor of the house contained nothing. There was only a wooden staircase to the first floor.
The first floor comprised a hall, a bedroom and a bathroom. Obviously there were no water and electricity supply to the house. The guy was in the bedroom. There were a bed and a wardrobe with no clothes. The guy was sitting on the bed. There was only one window in the room. The guy had opened it just an inch. Opposite to him, there was a bungalow. It was huge and majestic.
The guy was wearing a blue striped school uniform and a dark pant. That revealed that he was a school student.
The time was around 6:00pm.The guy's age was sixteen. He was holding something in his hands. A gun. It was his fate's order to be there with a gun in his hands. His name was Kasper Dravid.
Kasper had cheated his uncle Milan and stole his gun. He decided to kill his grandfather who gonna come to the bungalow which was opposite to him to meet Alan. He made his mind clear. He had no second thoughts. He didn't inform this to his mom, Paigne. He too decided to take revenge for the death of his father.
He noticed a white Mercedes entering the street. He held the gun firmly to shoot Franklin when he came out of the car. The car came to a halt in front of Alan's bungalow. Kasper's heart was filled with anger and vengeance.
But before he could press the trigger of the gun a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to see who it was and his eyes widened out on seeing the person.
It was his mother, Paigne.
"What are you doing here Kasper?" Paigne asked.
Kasper was speechless. He hid the gun and said, "Mom I've come here to..." he stopped.
"What for?"
Kasper decided to tell the truth. "I've come here to kill my grandfather Franklin."
There was a moment of silence and Paigne laughed out loud. Kasper was taken up on seeing the actions of his mom. He was baffled.
"Proceed my son." Paigne ordered.
"Mom what are you saying?" Kasper asked in confusion. He didn't even imagine that his mom would ask to kill her father.
"I told you to shoot Franklin!" Paigne yelled.
"Wanna shoot me?" a voice came behind them.
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Both Paigne and Kasper were shocked to hear a person's voice in this abandoned house. In an instant both ran to the hall where the voice had come from.
They were disappointed o the see the two persons.
The one who gave the voice was sitting in sofa and his name was Franklin. The man standing near to Franklin was Milan and he was holding a big hammer.
"Wanna kill me?" Franklin repeated.
Paigne had decided to speak bold.
"You should not have done that to me dad." She yelled.
Franklin smiled and said, "If anyone pokes their nose into my personal affairs, they will turn to… ashes."
Kasper's common sense ordered him to go to the room and take the gun. But when he turned around he felt a bolt of pain on his head. Paigne yelled behind him. He lost his balance and trembled. He felt blood dripping from his head. Paigne rushed towards him and he saw his mom's beautiful eyes for the last time and closed them. Kasper's uncle Milan had thrown his big hammer with a great force aiming at Kasper's head. Franklin laughed out loud. That was the end of Kasper Dravid.
Paigne couldn't bear her son dying in front of her eyes. She stood and her heart was filled with hatred. She took the huge hammer in her hands and decided to smash her brother and father.
But before she could act, she too felt a sudden pain on her face as her father had smashed her with an iron rod. She lost her balance and lay still near to her lifeless son. Franklin kicked her so hard in anger.
"Why did you support your husband? You should not have tried to kill me." Franklin said as she kicked her once again. "Better you…die"
Paigne went unconscious and she could barely hear.
She heard her father saying, "Burn…house...let...turn...ashes."
She noticed Franklin and Milan going out of the house and she sensed that they had spread fires in the house. She got to her feet painfully and gave a last look at her dead son. She moved to the bedroom and found the gun lying on the bed.
She took the gun in her hands and looked at it terrifically. The whole problem had started only because of this gun. She took it with her and moved out of the house incredibly. The fires were spreading hastily and she managed to get only a few fire burns.
She came out of the house several meters away from it and took out her mobile phone. She dialed Fatan's number and Fatan took the call.
"Hey where is Kasper? Did you find him?" Fatan asked as he was the one who found the location of Kasper and told Paigne that he was in a house in the farther end of the city.
"He is in heaven" Paigne replied and she wept.
"What are you saying? How did he die?" Fatan asked in confusion.
"They killed him. Listen up. I need revenge. We should join together to kill those who killed my family." Paigne said in anger.
"Sure" Fatan said as he cut the call. Paigne gave the last look at the burning house where her son would have turned to ashes.