Arson woke up. It was a bright summer day and he had been taking a nap outside in his front yard. His nap was supposed to be short, but he had already slept for two hours. He was late for work. which started at 12 o'clock sharp. Arson took a glimpse at his watch; it was 2 o'clock. He ran back to into his house and changed his clothes. He hurried out the door, and waved hastily at a taxi. By the time he finally arrived at his company building, it was already two thirty. Although he was afraid to meet his boss, he had to go. When he did he was given a deadly sentence which was that he was fired. In shock, Arson tried to make an apology but was totally refused. Then he was led out of the building and onto the streets.
Arson then came back to his house. He just wanted to have a single moment of rest to review what in the earth is going on. But when he ttried to go into the garden, he was blocked by two policemen who firmly grabbed his shoulders. Arsene yelled,"what the hell are you doing in my house and how dare you block me to enter my house!" The police did not change any expressions but gave him a piece of receipt. The receipt said,"This house, owned by Arson Robin, is now occupied by lord Phillip who bought it from the auction." So, Arson's house was sold to the auction and someone bought it. Which means that he has nowhere to go. He lost his job and money. But why, why did this all happen?
Arson let out a single tear. It slipped away from his eyes and made its way down over his cheek, and dropped, silently, to the ground. Arson tried to hold it back, but one escape did not stop another. Soon, he found himself sobbing, sitting on what was once his grass, what was once his own front yard. By the time Arson squeezed out every last teardrop left in him, nightgall was coming. He couldn't sit here and do nothing. He had to at least try to move, he had to start somewhere.
Arson arrived at the subway station. It was against his dignity, but there was no other choice but to start begging. Soon after, he spotted a seemingly wealthy man walking grandly among the crowds. Arson approached the man and politely asked for change. He was surprised to find that, despite the man's royal appearance, he was very rude in decining Arson's request. He yelled so loudly that most people in the station whipped their heads around to stared, and a guard came over to check on the situation. The man angrily stomped away, and Arson, in equal amount of rage, followed him out of the station and began to stalk him. Arson fumed at this man's offending behavior, for Arson, too, had once been as wealthy as he was now. He followed this unknown man to his house. Staying a few meters behind him, he thought of a brilliant, but evil idea. He could rob this man of his treasures, which could bring Arson back to his ideal course of daily life. Arson decided to observe this man for a period of time, at least, before he began his heist.
During his wait, Arso noticed something odd about the man's servant. Arson spotted that every mrning, the servant would leave with a wooden box in his hand, only to return a few hours later empty-haned. Once, due to his clumsiness, he dropped the box and some of its contents. The servant quickly tried to gather them up and, with a hasty look around his surroundings, disappeared. Arson went forward to try and find what had dropped from the box. He gasped when he discovered a golden coin lying on the grass, which must have been left behind by the servant.
Next morning, Arson followed the servant to try and find his destination, along with the mysterious boxes. He soon found that the servant was moving the boxes to an abandoned house at the end of the street. Arson figured that all of the boxes would be filled with similar riches. How many days had he waited for the robbery? It had been exactly a week, which meant seven chests of valuable treasue hidden inside the abandoned building. Arson attacked the servant on his way out. He robbed him of the key to the chest, and ended up killing him in attempt of finishing things cleanly. Arson proved a strong man, and succeeded in strangling the poor servant to death. Now in possession of the key, Arson sneaked into the abandoned house, shut the front door with a snap, and began his search. He scanned the first floor, but nothing was there. It was daylight, but even so, it was dark enough inside for Arson to have difficulty in making his way throughout the structure of the building. He crept his way up the stairs, and peeked into the attic room.
Sitting boldly in the middle of the floor was a giant, padlocked chest. The note attatched said only three simle words: 'do not open'. But the man seemed not to care a bit of this warning. It was as if he knew what the chest would contain, and he did. He reached inside his pocketand pulled the key out. The man approached the chest, stabbed the key inside the lock, and grinned. This was it.
The chest opened and a golden light leaked out from the chest. Arson cried out. He found silver, Rubi, Diamond and lots of other jewels. Arson grabbed them threw them into the air with joy. But then—
BOOM! BOOM!
two bullets shot through the air, piercing Arson'. After a moment of silence, Arson's body fell down to the floor. Red strains were around the floor. Two men walked out of darkness. One of them glimpsed at the body, dead, on the floor. He grinned, and said, “Finished. Let’s go.”Arson blinked at them with all power he could make and said, "you... made me like this, right?" and closed his eyes. One bullet pierced again his head, sending Arson completely to death. "Yes, we did." The two men took the treasure and left the house. Arson's body cooled slowly in the building.
