the floor boards creaked.
his large, platformed shoes stomping on the wood beneath him.
metal clanking from his waist.
he walked down the empty, white hallway. feeling the walls closing in on him.
even though, the pathway was familiar,
it seemed like the first time. he had ever been down this track.
he soon reached the specific location he came walking down the hallway for.
knocking quietly, he heard some ruckus on the other end.
"come in."
the boy opened the door and walked through it. the large room ahead still amazed him.
but it was really bare. only a few paintings on the clear, glass walls.
a large desk sat in the middle of the room. with a big computer and other devices.
the man in the wheely chair turned it around it look at the black haired male.
"you're here, i see."
"you let them go!"
"now now boy, don't jump straight to conclusions."
"i'm not."
"alright then." the boy walked up to the front of the desk.
"where are they? do you know?" the old man looked up at the younger. his arms were resting on the table infront of him.
holding his hands together.
"no. they're everywhere now though. that's all i know."
"bullshit" the younger slammed his hand on the desk infront of him.
"that's not all you know."
"fine." the man stood up and walked over to the younger, "it may not be all i know, but it's all the information i can give you. remember, you're running this mafia by yourself. you have to learn and discover. i can't do it for you." the old man glared at the young boy. his words sounding like threats.
the young boy scoffed. turning around to leave.
"but wait." the old man caught his attention.
"you're in charge of this mafia now, lee. don't let that ruin yours, and other peoples fun." the old man smiled and looked down at his hands. with that evil grin on his face.
"i've asked the next closest mafia, bangs. with him and his workers, to help get rid of them."
"why are you asking me to get rid of them? is this some sort of game?!" the boy raised his voice.
"yes lee. i made them, just for you."
"you're the worst. go kill yourself."
"you'll be there, felix"
