Sam: Prison for madness//

As Sam is pulled closer and closer to a huge tower that looks like nothing he has ever seen, it was black and on the top it had a broken down stone statue of a bepoop holding his hand up to one of the three suns. "Is he trying to hold the sun... hahaha he must think he is some kind of powerful thing, God... I don't like this stone..." said Sam as the hot sun hit his eyes. For an injured person who was pulled by people he didn't know, Sam was really relaxed himself but his worry was for Leo. "I hope that idiot warrior was able to protect her," thought Sam, a little mad about the idea. A sudden pain came to his body. He tried not to show it but he couldn't hold it. "AH, damn this pain," said Sam in rage. "He must have made a big number?" asked Molly with worried wide golden eyes. "Why is she so worried about me? No, why are they worried about me?" thought Sam and just smiled and said, "Well, I don't have to worry about that because he's going to get his lesson." "Hahaha, yes he will," said Molly with a smile showing her yellow teeth. "It's amazing how she looks pretty well being so dirty and she's not prettier than Leo," thought Sam, who was covered in blood and dirt and no one in his life has ever called him pretty. "Can I ask a question?" asked Sam. "Well, you already asked me to ask me a question... so I think you can just ask me," said Molly. "That's a lot of 'asks' in that sentence, aren't you confused?" asked Erica jokingly. "No, why would I be confused by something so simple?" asked Molly, confused for a second, then had a smile and said, "Erica, are you that kind of person who would be confused by that baby sentence?" "No, no, why would I be confused by your sentence? Even as a baby, I know how to say that sentence. You would know that we were born in the same house," said Erica. "Wait, what did he say?" thought Sam. "Well, I wouldn't know that fact because I was a baby," said Molly. "Hey, Molly, why are you focused on the baby part of the sentence when he just said that your mother is a hoe?" said Sam. "Yes," said Molly. "What do you mean 'yes'?" asked Sam. "Used as a response to someone addressing one or trying to attract one's attention," said Molly. "Don't think because my mother is a hoe that I am not smart like a person I am looking at because I read a dictionary of fun," said Molly, looking at Elvis. Elvis noticed that she was talking about him and looked at her and said, "For people who are being hunted down by Cool Winter." Everyone started laughing at what Elvis just said except for Sam.

"Do you really think your gang can beat us?" said Molly. "Why would I waste my thinking brain on something I know?" said Elvis.

"Why do you think so?" asked Molly. "Why didn't you go fight the others and only just me?" asked Elvis.

"Are you calling us a gang of fighters?" asked Erica, each step he took the more his rage grew. "Erica, hold yourself," shouted Molly. "Wait until we reach to bross." Erica looked at Elvis with rage but Elvis said nothing and did nothing but look at him. "Aren't you all in a gang, so why is calling you a gang of fighters so bad?" said Sam, confused and trying to make everyone relax. "If they start fighting and Elvis is surprisingly stronger than them, then I am dead," thought Sam.

"It means that a gang is a bunch of people that only fight against one person, which is cowardly," said Molly.

"You have disrespected my name and my gang. I promise you, I will not forget that in a fight." Elvis turned his head and looked away. So they walked past their base and had finally reached a tall tower. Then something caught Sam's eye; it was a large iron part. He looked closely and the iron looked like a machine. When Sam saw it he wanted to fix it. He was wondering what it could be.

"My father inside me can't hold himself," thought Sam. In the tall tower, there was only one large stone door with weird signs. Erica punched the door three times.

"Was there a point in punching it?" asked Sam.

"That we message the person on the other side of the door to let us in," said Molly. Sam looked at the hard strong door and said, "Does it make any difference which side of the door is opened?" "Yes, we have a machine that we made so we can easily enter this place," said Molly as a large iron box fell from the top of the tower. At the box, it was cut open from the front and the top of the box had an iron rod. "We're going to get inside that box. It will pull us to the top of the tower. It's really dangerous but kind of smart," thought Sam as Molly pulled him inside the box. Erica pulled Elvis inside the box.

"Okay, stay far back from the opening. I told them to put a door on this thing," said Molly. The iron box started rising.

Sam lay on the cold iron floor and watched the last sunset. It was beautiful but that was not in Sam's mind because all he was thinking about was the broken machine. "When I get healed, that thing will be my masterpiece," thought Sam with a smile. They finally reached the top of the tower and well the box was still hanging in the air, which was pulled by a machine with a rod. "Well, then welcome to the prison of madness," said Erica.

To be continued...