Picking up the Pieces (Chapter 2)

Dane, Penguin, Cheroes, Hanna, Spongebob and Samson (I changed the names and I added another child for the story.) drove away in a white van. Spongebob, who's 6, stared out of the window. Hanna, Who's 4, Was hugging Dane. Cheroes, Who's 2, was just laughing and smiling. And Samson, Who's 9, Was just crying in the back. Dane, 28, was hugging Hanna and kissing her head over and over. Penguin, 26, was driving at full speed.
"..... Penguin..... Samson know's what's happening....... What should we do....?" Dane shivered.
"..... Nothing..... He won't tell the police because he loves you..... But when he's older..... He will feel angry and revenge and might get you......" Penguin gasped.
"..... If he lives......." Dane sighed.
"...... What do you mean?" Penguin frowned.
" If we get him now, then no one will know...." Dane smirked.
"Your Nuts! You can't hurt your own child!" Penguin jumped.
Dane loaded the gun.
"RENEMBER WHO YOU CALLED SAMSON AFTER!? THE ONE WHO DIED!?" Penguin cried.
Dane's eyes filled with water. He pointed the gun towards Samson.
"DAD!!! DON'T!!!!" Samson screamed.
"Dad stop scaring me!" Sponge cried.
"What's that? It looks weird..." Hanna asked.
"He he!" Cheroes laughed......

BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.........