Plink, plink, plink. Water leaked from the ceiling and fell into a bucket that had been placed on the dirty wooden floor. The room was small and dimly lit by a lamp sitting on a nightstand next to a bed.
On the bed lay a man, his shaggy brown hair just beginning to peep over his eyelids, his black hoodie shading his deep brown eyes, his chin rough from his beard stubble. He was young only about twenty-two. Absorbed by the quiet and peacefulness he was startled when someone knocked on his door. Sighing slightly he got up and opened his bedroom door.
The entire house looked as though it knew it had lost a war and yet tried to fight on, the main part of his house was one big room, divided into two rooms by a half wall, the living room and the kitchen. In the kitchen, the stove was now a dull yellow, the fridge an ugly, horrid, white, and the wallpaper had begun to peel off at top. To his left there was a small, cramped room that was a combination of a bathroom and a laundry room.
Walking to the front door, across the ugly tan grayish carpet, passing the moth-eaten sofa and the creaking coffee table, the man opened the door.
“Robin! Thank goodness you are here!”Standing in the rain stood a panicked middle-aged woman. “Please I need your help!” She cried.
“What do you need?” Robin replied urgently.
“My son! He’s missing! He didn’t come home from school today, I fear something terrible has happened to him!” The woman began to cry.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Pudget, I’ll find him.” Robin replied. “You stay here in my house until I get back.”
Closing the door behind with Mrs. Pudget inside, he ran next door.
“Much! Much! Come out!” Robin cried banging on the door.
The door whipped open and a man with blonde hair in a pony tail and glasses came out. “What’s the matter?” Much asked with as much urgency as Robin had with Mrs. Pudget.
“Mrs. Pudget’s son, Jason, is missing.” Robin replied. “He didn’t come home from school today.”
Much nodded. “I’ll wake everyone up. What are you doing?”
“I’m going ahead.” Robin replied, then he dashed off into the rain. Robin headed towards the nearby school, it was the best place to start. The school was eerily quiet. Thunder pounded in the distance. “Jason!” Robin cried. “Jason! Where are you?”
Robin heard a loud banging noise. It wasn’t thunder, it was too metallic to be thunder. Robin headed to the dumpsters. The dumpsters rumbled around. Then he heard a voice. “Help! Someone! Can anyone hear me?”
“Hang on Jason! I’ll get you out of there!” Robin opened the dumpsters and saw a teen boy gasping for breath covered in bruises.
The boy smiled before collapsing. Robin picked him up and carried him back through the rain to his home. On his way, Robin passed by a sign, it read: “Sherwood Government Housing District”.
From across the street Much bolted over. “Is he alright?” he asked.
Robin nodded. “He’ll be fine. Where are the others?”
“They’re all over the neighborhood looking for Jason.” Much replied.
“Call them back, tell them we found him and they can go back to bed.” Robin said.
Robin went inside and Mrs. Pudget stood. “You found him! Oh thank you so much Robin. What happened?”
“I believe it was some bullies, probably not from around here.” Robin replied grimly. He looked at Mrs. Pudget. “Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”
Robin let Mrs. Pudget stay the night so her son could rest. Robin lay back inbed. “It’s not the best life to have.” He thought. “But it’s a good life.” Soon he fell asleep.
When Robin woke up he discovered a steaming hot plate of pancake sitting on his scratched, leaning dining room table. Beside it was a note from Mrs. Pudget: “Thank you ever so much for finding my son. You take such good care of us. Love Mrs. Pudget.” Robin smiled and gratefully ate his pancakes.
After Robin ate his food and tided up, he went outside. He watched some of the neighborhood children get onto the bus to go to school. A little girl was getting onto the bus, but she stopped when she saw Robin. She grinned and waved. “Bye Robin!” As soon as she called out to Robin, all the other children saw Robin and began shouting farewells to him.
Robin smiled and waved. “Good bye all of you, be good at school. Good bye Alice, be good.” He said addressing all the children, then the small girl who had first addressed him. Alice nodded and hurried onto the bus. Robin watched the bus turn the corner.
“Don’t you just love those kids?” Robin turned and saw a tall young man.
Robin nodded. “They are very sweet. Everything okay today?”
The tall young man nodded. “I think so, we may need to take a trip tonight, but everything is okay.”
“Where’s everyone else?” Robin asked.
“They’re playing poker.” The young man replied with a slight shrug.
Robin nodded, his friend wasn’t a big poker player, even if it wasn’t for money. “So you decided to take a walk in this beautiful sunshine I take it, Allen?”
Allen smiled and nodded. Allen was tall and as skinny as a pole, he had pale skin and smooth black hair. He was generally a quiet, shy man, but loved to be around the people he knew and loved.
Suddenly Robin turned at the sound of his name and saw Much walking towards him. “Much! Hey! What’s up?” Robin asked.
“We need to take a trip tonight. The Mcalister’s, Fredrick’s, and the Vance’s rents are coming in and they barely have enough money to feed and clothe their kids much less pay their rent.
Robin nodded. “Alright, tonight at eight thirty, gather everyone at my house.”
That night, five men were all at Robin’s house. Robin, Much, Allen, and two other men name John and Will. They were gathered around Robin’s severely leaning dining room table. “Alright, men, tonight we have a job to do. The Mcalister’s, Fredrick’s, and the Vance’s are in need of money, their rent is coming in soon and they barely have enough to pay for food and clothes-”
Robin was interrupted by John, a big and buff man with a bushy beard. “Those are the families that have the most children!” He exclaimed.
“Yes John,” Robin said resuming his mission briefing, “that’s why we need to be especially sure that this gets done.” Robin replied. “Tonight, we are going to the Handlers house. Remember, only ten percent.” Robin’s men nodded, and they all piled into Robin’s rusty old car and drove away.
“The Avalon Neighborhood,” thought Robin, ” is full of snobbish, rich people who don’t give a damn about anyone else. All they care about is their money and society. They are supposed to be taking care of the poor, but they don’t.” They parked outside the Handler’s next door neighbor’s house.
Robin and his friends got out and began to stealthily walk to the Handler’s house. Surrounding the house was a tall black Victorian fence. “Real inviting, put a big black fence around your house. That just screams hospitality.” Robin thought before gesturing to Allen. “Give me a boost.” He whispered.
Allen put down his hands so Robin could step on them. Allen lifted Robin up and Robin jumped over the fence and landed lightly in the yard. Robin watched as Allen helped everyone over the tall fence, then pull himself over the fence and land in the yard.
They sneaked up to the back glass sliding door. Robin looked in the window. This was going to be easy. They just had to sneak through the kitchen into the living room and the dining room take what they needed and leave.
Much pulled out his lock picking set and began to pick the lock, when suddenly the light switched on.
“Damn it.” Robin thought. “Quick! Hide!” He whispered to his friends.
Everyone moved out of the view of the glass door. Robin peeked out and saw a girl coming downstairs to get water. He pulled his head back just as she looked out the window, then girl came to the door. Robin inched back as the door opened, he motioned for everyone else to do so as well. The girl took a deep breath of the fresh night air. Robin held his breath.
Then he heard the girl say. “Oh hi, Poochie! You want to go outside? You do? Oh good girl, good girl.”
“Oh shit.” Thought Robin. “Not a dog!” Much to Robin’s surprise out came the bushiest dog Robin had ever seen. The door closed and the girl walked away.
The dog ran over to Robin and began to bark playfully. “At least it’s not a murderous dog.” Robin thought with relief. He picked up a stick. “Want the stick, Poochie? Want the stick? Go get it!” He whispered to the dog. Robin threw the stick as far as he could and Poochie pelted off after the stick.
Robin wiped his brow and peeked back inside The girl had gone back up stairs, the lights flicked off after her and everyone crowded back to the door. Much moved his lock picking instruments, after a few seconds, the lock clicked. Much whispered. “I’ve got it!”
Robin and his men silently sneaked inside. They paused at the door to check that there were no motion-sensors, then moved on to the living room. It was carpeted with real Persian carpet, not that cheap stuff you find at the store. Sitting on shelves and on coffee tables were expensive things, like Chinese vases, modern art, and a huge collection of valuable porcelain dolls.
Quietly they took small things, like one small painting, a porcelain doll, and a necklace that had been left on the coffee table. After they got what they came for, they sneaked back out the door, locked it and left. No one knew that they had ever been there, except for the dog at least.
They drove away to sell the things they had taken to give the money to the families in need. The next day, Robin and his friends gave the money to the families.
They smiled and thanked Robin. “You always take such good care of us Robin.” Mr. McCaliaster said. “Thank you so much.”
Robin bowed. “You are my people, and I never neglect my people.”
Robin headed back to his home, when he saw her. Her name was Marian Barkley, she lived in Sherwood. Robin’s heart always skipped a beat or two when he saw her. She had beautiful black hair that went down to her waist, and she had bright blue eyes that reminded Robin of the sky. Unfortunately, Robin never had the courage to speak to her.
Marian passed by. “Good morning Robin.” She said smiling at him.
“H-hi, g-good morning.” Robin stuttered. Marian walked on and Robin went inside to bang his head against the wall.