Sam: Meeting Boss

The hot air blew at Sam and the others who were finally on top of the tower, but not the stone bepoop statue.

"It's even bigger up close," thought Sam as he looked, amazed by the large statue.

"Hey, what are you looking at?... Are you looking to see its underwear?" asked Molly.

"What? No," said Sam, surprised. "I didn't even know I was looking at that area."

"Don't worry, I always look at that place too," said Molly. "I never thought I would find someone like me," with tears in his eyes.

"I am not like you," said Sam. "Besides, I am not into men."

"That's a man!?" shouted Molly. "No, you're lying. Boss told me that's a woman bepoop."

"Really? Well, I have never seen a bepoop, so you may be right," said Sam.

"Of course, I am right because Boss is always right," said Molly.

"It's weird the way they see their 'Boss'; it's more like their god," thought Sam.

A short girl with brown hair and eyes came up the stairs from the tower. She had an iron wheelchair and came to Molly, who was holding Sam.

"Molly, here's the chair," said the girl.

"Thanks, kid," said Molly.

"Who's a kid?" asked the girl.

"Ok, girl-not-named-girl," said Molly.

"Shut up, you know my name," said the girl.

"Don't shout in front of a guest. Come on, the Boss won't be happy about this," said Molly.

"Shut up. My name is Jess Griffin," said Jess.

"Wow, you have a surname now? I didn't know," said Molly.

"Molly," said Jess, calling Molly down to her short height. Molly bent down to her height and said, "What do you want?"

"Fuck you," said Jess.

"Looks like you learned a new word. Good girl," said Molly.

Jess stormed off in a rage and left the wheelchair.

"Hey, what about our guest?" said Molly. "Sorry, my little sister is a handful."

"No, you're the head full," thought Sam and said, "That's your sister?"

"Yes, not by blood but by heart," said Molly as a sudden blast of wind blew everywhere. "Everyone is my brother and sister."

"And I am your grandfather," said Erica.

"You wish!" said Molly.

"Why would you want to be a grandfather?" asked Sam.

"Well, that's because I never seen a grandfather," said Erica.

"What do you mean by that?" said Sam.

Everyone became quiet for a moment, so Molly picked up Sam and put him in the wheelchair.

"Thanks," said Sam. He thought, "Looks like I hit a nerve."

The wheelchair was really hard to sit in.

"My poor butt," thought Sam as they pulled him to the stairs.

Everyone was still quiet. Sam didn't want to say anything. His body was tired from the pain.

"It was really hard for me to talk all this time," thought Sam. "And I like the silence. I can't believe I have never asked them, but where are we going? They must be taking me to their god or their boss. Well, I kind of want to see their boss. It's weird that they came out of nowhere like it was planned, not by them but by their boss. But why save me? I really want to see their boss now."

Sam closed his eyes to relax his body.

"I wonder how Leo is doing right now? I hope she is okay," thought Sam. "Jack, please look after her. I hate thinking about Jack. I want to forget about that."

Suddenly Sam felt a hard slap.

"Ahhhh!" said Sam as he felt a hard pain.

"See, boss, he's awake," said Erica.

Sam opened his eyes and saw Erica in front of him. Sam looked around and saw Molly standing by the wall. Sam found himself in a stone room with a large iron table in the middle.

"Erica, there was no need to do that," said Molly.

"Yes, but it was faster," said Erica. "Or was that a problem, boss?"

They both looked at the man who sat at the other side of the table. It was a young-looking man who looked the same age as Sam. He had brown hair and a quite strong-looking face.

"So that's their old god they've been talking about," thought Sam and said, "So you must be the boss I have heard about."

"I keep telling them to stop calling me that, but that's what they call me," said Boss. "I am Boss, the leader of the King Grey gang."

"King?!" said Sam.

"Yes, I will be king of this world," said Boss.

"Well, that's a large statement," said Sam.

"Hahaha, I know, but it's what I must do," said Boss.

"...." said Sam.

"Well, it is what it is, so—" said Boss.

"Can I ask something?" asked Sam.

"Well, you already started, so you may," said Boss.

"Well, this gang thing I have heard about, what's it about?" said Sam. He thought, "I have to know how things work here because that conversation could have been much worse than silence."

Boss kept quiet for a moment and said, "You see, every child in this section is born the same way, hoe and warrior. Do you want to know why this place is called the Mistake Section? That's because we're the mistakes in the name. Everyone in this section is a hoe or a child forgotten by the galaxy, only made because of a warrior's lust and quickly thrown away by those hoes because no hoe looks sexy with a child. Everyone throws us away. We must fight and find food for ourselves, but you can't live in this world alone."

"So you create gangs for that reason," said Sam.

"Yes, there are three powerful gangs, and that is us, Cool Winter, and Crazy Division," said Erica out of nowhere.

"We're the best one around," said Molly.

"I see," said Sam.

Sam looked at Boss, who had a calm face.

The boss noticed and said, "Now then, there is a reason why I told my friends to bring you here."

"There is always a reason," thought Sam and smiled.

To be continued....