Resent (complete)

Chapter 2- Them

Just before dinner was ready, Chester's father arrived home.

"Hello Jeremy!"Christine shouted to her husband over the sound of sizzling meat.

"Hey baby. Did you hear? Another murder." Jeremy told her. Chester's mom nodded and went back to cooking. "Sorry for mentioning it dear." He said as they hugged and kissed.

Chester's dad worked very hard and made truckloads of money every week. Christine also brings home the bacon, so much money a week that a person could live on it for a year if they used it sparingly, probably more.

"Dinner is done guys! Come sit."
Chester stood up from the soft warm sofa and walked into the dining room with a rumbling stomach. The dining room had a big chandelier, a ten seater table, and it's own fireplace. Christine lay plates full of food. Fancy tacos, lasagna, and a salad. They weren't the calamari and snails type of rich diners.

A grand window at the end of the table allowed a view of the front yard. The sun was about to set, casting the sky with a beautiful array of pinks, oranges and purples.

"Let us dig in." Jeremy announced.

They enjoyed their supper until Chester suddenly saw a movement through the grand window. He decided to not say anything about it.

Maybe it was a coyote or something, Chester thought to himself. Just as the sun started to set, Chester spotted about ten human silhouettes standing on the road, staring at his house.

That drew the line. "Mom!" Chester whispered pointing out the window toward the figures. Christine turned to look and gasped. His father stared at them.

Simultaneously the ten figures raised their arms high into the autumn air. Silhouettes of blade like tools were in each hand.

Then a bullhorn crackled and a voice spoke from the group. "This is our time. The poor will become the rich. The rich will become nothing. We've been planning this for years and now you'll all die. 3... 2... 1..." the voice rang out. Loud enough to hear from at least a mile radius, thanks to new technology. "Tonight, Green Fields will fall!" It shouted as the silhouettes dispersed. Chester and his parents could see way more than just ten people. There were hundreds. And they were not only aiming for Chester's mansion, but every single mansion in Central Green Fields Subdivisions.

The plan that was being planned for 10 years had finally been put into action. Was this the end? Or would the rich show strength?