The atmosphere now looks deserted, and it's snowing again for the first time. Nicholas walked through the snow withdrawn steps and a shivering chill. He even forgot to bring his coat, forgot to bring his shoes. He wore only his socks, which were now shabby in color, and limped along the outskirts of his city district.
His eyes were dreamy, full of fear and threat. He kept looking around the place, looking for maybe he was being followed. He was terrified now. Nicholas' face looked sore from the results of the very painful incision but what he felt was not as sad as what he saw when his parents were brutally killed right in front of his own eyes and head. Even his body covered his body in the blood of his parents, which was now mixed with the snow that fell from the sky. Nicholas immediately sat up and almost stiffened. He hugged his knees with his teeth vibrating so violently, his lips turned blue and even now oozed fresh blood from the torn parts. He… is now alone in this world.
"Mom! Dad!" they scream, echoed in Nicholas' head. Under the blizzard, Nicholas relived those tense moments.
"Mom, can I go to school by myself tomorrow? There's a school bus that comes every morning. Come on, I'm old enough to be able to go with my friends without you," Nicholas had been grumbling all along as they came home from celebrating Christmas with Grandpa. And his Grandmother in a town on the edge of his country. However, his parents just smiled and ignored him, hearing Nicholas' protests because this wasn't the first time their only son had done this. "Dad, Mom! I'm talking to you guys!" Nicholas seemed annoyed, and then he stood right in front of his parents' bedroom door with his hands on his hips.
"Come on, Nick. You know it's getting late. If you don't get to bed then Santa won't come to get you a Christmas present, honey. Get some sleep, because it's still your off-season. You have a few weeks of school left, don't you? You'll grow up soon after a few weeks."
"I don't want to be kissed by Mom when I'm with my friends. That feels so disgusting! I'm a grown man and I don't need your kisses and hugs! I don't need your attention! And I don't need you to treat me like a child. understand what I want, huh?"
Nicholas' parents looked at each other now, and then they looked at their sulky little son. Both Mom and Dad from Nicholas were now about to crouch down and touch their son. However, their son immediately swatted their hands away, and Nichola ran away.
"I told you, Dad, Mom if you don't touch me! I'm tired when all my friends tell me that I'm a big baby who can't do anything on my own! I told you guys, didn't I. not a kid anymore! So start tonight, don't mind me! Please stay away from my room forever, don't touch me, hug and kiss me! And don't ever take me to school again! Do you understand!" Nicholas immediately ran into the room and even closed the room, half slamming. Then he slid into his blankets, his annoyance as if he didn't care about anything.
Outside, his parents looked at each other again. It seems that they understand his son's problem with his friends now. Honestly, they could have granted Nicholas' request to treat him less possessively. But it was because Nicholas was born after their long wait that it was as if they didn't want to let Nicholas be in danger for any reason. What's more, Dad Nicholas' job is very vulnerable to that.
"Is Nich mad at us and won't talk to us?" asked Mom Nicholas, hugging herself. Her husband seemed to hug her from behind, and then he kissed the top of her head.
"Calm down, Nick is too young to understand how much we worry about him. Look, it's almost 00.00. Isn't tonight his birthday too? How about we arrange a surprise party for him?"
"Okay, I'll prepare the birthday cake and presents. You didn't forget to put the surprise present on the Christmas tree, right?"
"Sure, I won't forget."
Brake!! Brake!!
Dorr! Dorr! Dor!!
"Ah!!!" cried Mom Nicholas.
Nicholas covered his ears, and he didn't want to care about the commotion outside his room. Who completely ignored the loud knocking sound. Until he was surprised by a loud banging sound, and the door to his room was forced open.
Nicholas immediately screamed in pain as someone grabbed his hair without any pity. Then, who kicked his body so hard, he was instantly blown out of the room. And see if his house is no longer lonely. Not only were there his parents, but there were many men in black suits and another man who looked much older and more violent than the others.
"This is your son, Kyle? You really are very sad to have to die in front of your only son,"
"What do you want, Bowman! I've done whatever you want. But you're still after my wife and child! Let them go! This is a matter between us, nothing to do with them!"
Dorr!!
"Shut up, Kyle! You bastard! You conspired with the police to come after me and now you're arguing that you're innocent of all this? Don't you have a brain!" shouted the man Dad Nicholas called Bowman.
Nicholas could only see the incident with his fearful gaze, and he could never even imagine if he was in the position he is now.
"Break that little boy's face! So that his father can see how much his beloved son was tormented before he died!"
One of the people there immediately thrust a knife in front of Nicholas, and then he slashed Nicholas' face. Pain, stinging, heat, and pain were all mixed until it felt like his blood was being pulled from his crown. Nicholas screamed in pain, prompting his parents to beg the man to stop torturing their son immediately.
"Please don't do this to my son. He has a long way to go, and if he's disabled then his future will be ruined now," Dad Nicholas pleaded.
The man looked delighted, seeing Nicholas's parents pleading at his feet. Then he smirked, looking at his right hands with that sharp gaze.
"Kill them, shoot as many bullets as you have now," who carried out the order mercilessly.
Nicholas screamed until his voice was gone. No… his parents couldn't die. His parents couldn't leave him. Even he still has a lot of mistakes, even he just said and was angry with his parents.
"Perhaps!" cried Nicholas, which ended in vain. The gunshots and screams of his parents sounded very real how his parents lay with the blood flowing profusely from various parts of his body.
"Dad! Mom! No!" Nicholas shouted.
"Nick, go… go… we love you. Go!"