Part 2- Inheritance

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I painfully watched the gravedigger bury my only family I had left. Tears escaped my eyes as I watched the dirt fall on top of my little brother's white coffin. My sister's. My mother's.

All three of them went to the store together to get a few things we needed; paper towels, food, clothing. I stayed back to play video games with my friends. I didn't need anything at the time.

I was Skyping with my friends, Russ and Scott, when I got the phone call.

"What the f-" I started to laugh as I died in the most odd way in the video game. "Why would you kill me, Russ?" I started to laugh even harder. The car he was driving zoomed by, hitting my dead body while he was turning around.

"Oops, did I do that?" Russ questioned sarcastically.

"You little-" I was cut off as my phone started to ring. "Hang on you guys. I got a phone call."

I got up from my swivel chair and grabbed my cell, not bothering to look at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"This is Dan Firlan of the Police Department. I'm calling to speak with a man who goes by Cry?"

"That's me..." Why were the cops calling us?

"You're on our emergency call list for Allison Terry. Three of your relatives have gotten into a head-on car accident with a drunk driver." I almost fainted.

"Car... Accident?" I said, not processing correctly.

"The drunk driver has been taken into custody, but the driver, Allison, died on direct impact. The passenger, Samantha, was nearly killed. We rushed her, along with the young boy, Nathan, to the hospital."

I was silent. "They are staying at Saint Paul's Hospital. I'll tell the hospital that you are part of their family so you can get in and see them."

I didn't say anything. My head started spinning. "Are you still there, sir?"

"I'm.. I'm still here." My voice was barely audible.

"I'm sorry for your loss. If there's anything we can do for you, please contact us at..." I let the phone fall from my hand. I ended the Skype call right away and shut off my computer. Slipping on a pair of shoes, I rushed out the front door and was on my way to the hospital.

"Sir... Cry." I shook my head, snapping back to reality when I noticed a taller man standing in front of me. He was wearing a black suit with a light blue dress shirt underneath, along with a bright red tie.

"Hello, Cry. My name is Paul Stopple. You can call me Agent Stopple. I am here regarding your inheritance that your mother and father has left for you." Agent Stopple showed me his ID to convince me he wasn't a fraud.

"Inheritance?"

"Yes, you have quite a lot of money left behind for you. It also appears that your father-"

"My dad?"

"Yes, your dad. It seems like he has left behind a mansion for you."

"Why haven't I been told this until now, when all of my family is dead?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"Your father didn't want you to know until you were at least 30 years of age. He was planning to tell you himself, as he says in his will, but he didn't have the chance."

"Until I was 30? Then why am I being told this now! I'm only 25!"

"He says in extreme circumstances it's okay to tell you."

"Did he leave anything for anyone else?"

"Most of the money you're going to receive was supposed to split among your siblings and mother."

I was quiet. My father, the one who was never home, actually cared about me? It was impossible. He was never home. Ever. Not even for his own anniversary.

Even if he was so wealthy, why did we live in poverty for most of my childhood? It's so confusing!

"Cry. What do you say? Will you take the house? We can do the paper work for all of this later."

I glanced over at the coffins. The gravediggers had just finished burying my mother's coffin into the ground.

"I'll take it."

Felix POV

Cry, huh? And odd name, nonetheless. I sneezed as I entered one of the rooms of this mansion. It was dusty and needed cleaning right away. I called out to Abigail, who thought that I'd found Master Cry.

"Did you find him?" She shouted at me.

"No, this place just needs cleaning. A lot."

"Oh." She took a step in and winced at how dirty it was. "So," She turned to face me. "What do you think he looks like?"

I hadn't really thought about it until she brought it up. "I don't know, maybe he just wants to be mysterious."

She laughed. "Nice theory."

I smiled warmly at her before continuing down the hallway. I turned to the next room. The door was fairly large and this was one of the many rooms that the maids were able to clean before Master Cry's short-noticed arrival.

I leaned closer to the door, grabbing the door handle. As I grabbed the handle, someone pulled the door open from their end and I was dragged inside along with the door.

"Oh. Sorry." I heard a deep voice say, and I brushed off my pants.

"It's fine," I looked up to see a white poker face mask. "Oh, Master Cry!"

He sighed and turned toward the window near the back of the room. "You don't have to call me that, y'know."

"I apologize, Ma-... Cry. I'm just used to formalities, is all." He didn't respond. Only continued to stare out the window. "Is there anything you need, Sir?"

He turned his head to look at me. "Actually, could you show me where-" He was cut off by the scream of one of the maids.

"Master Cry! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again! I'm glad that Felix over here was able to find you. Now, I could give you a tour of the place if you want!" Abigail squeaked.

Cry seemed disappointed. "No, I think I'll be able to find everything on my own. Thanks anyways." His voice was lower than usual. Cry turned from the window and started to walk around the building by himself stuffing his hands into his pockets.

I glared at Abigail once Cry was far enough away. "Really?" I asked.

She laughed. "What, did I interrupt something important?" I didn't respond.

I turned to see Cry walking down the hallways, opening almost every door to see what was behind it. He seemed pretty curious. And by the way he was acting, I could assume that he'd never lived inside a mansion before.

Cry POV

I found myself on the second floor of the building. This house was huge. I don't understand how my dad could have afforded any of this. I mean, I never really knew him or anything. He'd come home to us once and a while, but then he just up and left. Never came back. He left us in poverty, but he left me this house, and some way or another, he had a ton of money to spare. There had to be some secrets in here somewhere.

I opened the a door to reveal a library of some sort. Books lined the shelves and I almost smiled. Almost. I walked up to some of the books and read the spine. They seemed older than most books I'd read in the past.

Walking up to one of the bookshelves, I picked a small brown leather book off the shelf. It read:

Family

I cocked my head to the side. Looking around the room, I noticed a swivel chair and a desk nearby a window. There was a ton of yellowing papers and books stacked up on the desk in a neat display. I walked up to the chair and sat down in it. It was comfortable.

I opened the book I'd found and was surprised. The first thing I saw was... my father.

If lost, please return to:

Below was a picture of my dad and his name was printed nicely in black ink. He was smiling. I turned the page. On it, I saw a picture of our family. Underneath the photo it read:

Nate's 5th birthday – May 16th

I closed the book, tears threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. I set the book down and made my way out of the room. Before I could close the door behind me, the old butler came walking up to me. Cedric, was his name?

"Master Cry, where have you been all day?" He asked.

"Exploring."

"You could have just asked for a tour from your private butler."

"Private butler?"

"As a young master, you have a private butler. You can choose who, but for now I believe your private butler is Jason."

"Oh. Okay. Well, where is he?"

"He is probably tidying up your room a bit." Cedric started to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Um, Cedric..." The name came unnaturally to me. "Where's my room?"

Cedric stopped and said, "Follow me."

I followed him across the upper floor of the building to my room. It was bigger than I had imagined. The ceiling was at least 3 feet above me, but then again, I was short. I took in all the details of the room, there was a chandelier hanging from the middle of the room, my bed was off to the right and was covered in white sheets. The floors were a dark shade of brown, and the walls were painted white, with small portions of it the same tone as the carpeting. A desk was to my left and what got my attention the most was the view from my window. I had a balcony that extended 4 or 5 feet from the room and it overlooked the entire backyard. The sun was setting on the garden in the background, creating my favorite color. Orange.

It was beautiful.

Someone behind me interrupted my gaze off into the sunset with a, "Excuse me, Master."

I turned around to see a man, he seemed to be in his twenties or so. "I am Jason, your private butler. I'm sure you've been informed, but you can change your private servant any time. I will not take offense."

"Okay. So Jason. What's your favorite color?" Jason looked surprised to be asked such a question. "What's the matter?" I asked curiously.

"P-pardon my lack of an answer, master, but I've never been asked so-"

"Informally? Yeah. A lot of people around here have been saying that."

Jason looked directly at my mask. "I apologize."

"It's fine, man!" I placed my hand on his shoulder which was level with mine. "So what is your favorite color? Mine's orange."

"Green, preferably." He said awkwardly. I continued to stare at the sunset until it was gone. When the sun had finally disappeared behind some mountains, I realized just how hungry I really was. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Y-yes, master."

I left the room and I noticed someone walking past my door. He had blonde hair. It was that Swedish guy from before! I started to fast walk to catch up to him, and when I did he looked down at me. That was when I realized how much taller he was of me. A good 3 or 4 inches taller than me.

"Hi." I said simply. He stopped walking, and turned to face me directly. He bowed down, much to my surprise.

"How has your exploring been going," Felix hesitated. "Cry?"

"I kinda got lost along the way. But with Cebby's help, I found my room!" I smiled.

"Cebby?" He asked, seemingly confused.

"Oh. You know... Cedric. I made him a nickname!" I winked at him before realizing he couldn't see it. That's when I started to laugh. I laughed at the fact that I forgot he could see me. I'm such an idiot sometimes.

Felix joined in on my laughter at some point in time, and I smiled, clutching at my sides. "Felix.. Oh my gosh, man." I breathed out, attempting to catch my breath. Felix stopped laughing at stared down at me. "So tell me, where can I get some food around here?"