The Unfortunate Reunion

Chapter 3: Giant challenge

I ran towards the suitcase, but with exhaustion spreading throughout my body, I couldn't run as fast as i intended to, only making it halfway to the suitcase when my leg cramped up. my legs gave way as the i fell to the ground, as the pain soared through my body, it felt like a knife cutting away at my leg muscle. I clutched my leg towards  my body as i tried to ease the pain. Time seemed to crawl to a stop,  as the driver got nearer and nearer. I tried to get up, but every time i moved, my leg would just buckle sending back down to the ground every attempt felt futile. 

"hello there boy, you didn't seem to see me back there."

"I don't want to talk to you, go away!" I tried to shout but i could only master a squeak.

"oh ho, tough guy are yah. Well you ain't going anywhere pipsqueak..." he grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

"See that body there, that person is my boss and close friend,  and it seems he is what is the word... ah dead!" he threw me back down with so much force i heard cracks at the back of my skull , i groaned in pain.

"You are going to get you incompetent piece of..." his fist clenched ready to strike

"stop it Micheal." 

I glanced up towards the source of the voice. I wanted to see who was my angel, but with my body exhausted i could only tilt my head slightly. all i could see was the shoes of the man who had stopped my execution, he was wearing a shiny black leather shoe, the driver was wearing a army boot with a steel toecap, it looked so dirty you would think it has seen lots of action. 

"why did you stop me boss, scumbag took out one of our guys in fact one of higher rankers. He should get his punishment, I'm going to rip out his fingernails and use them as a necklace."

"shut it Micheal, I couldn't care if one of higher rankers died or a dozen of them. As long as I see my results and you guys get paid yeah? besides there are many others that would take his place."

The one micheal called boss bent down towards me. I could see what he was wearing now, he looked nothing like  the man that chased after instead of looking like a harden murder, he was very neatly dressed with a purple suit jacket accompanied  a small handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket with white shirt inside, as well as a matching purple pants.

"but this boy is special no? this small little boy killed one of our high rankers. I seriously am starting to wonder if yall are some sort of pussies getting killed by a little child like this. better he died off, let the stronger take over." 

He stared at me straight in the eye. i looked back ferociously, if i actually had some strength left i would hit him but  i would still be overpowered by Micheal. So i looked him straight in the eyes too putting a face  that I thought would scare him.

"looks like your a fighter, what a perfect coincidence." He smiled menacingly

"you killed one of our higher ranking members you know? For a little scum like you that is pretty unimaginable but you still did it. So I will generously give you 2 options. first option, join us, live and see what a scum like you can achieve. Or we break your legs and arms, take away whatever you have including your clothes and leave you here to rot. oh and if you think the second choice gives you the chance to be found by anyone, forget it because we own this part of the area. So boy which one would it be?" 

I grit my teeth, staring back at him. I opened my mouth, but instead of saying an answer, I spat right in the middle of his face. "who would join someone like you? gangs are as bad as my father. they make other people feel bad. I would rather take the second option then to follow you scumbags." 

Micheal kicked me hard in the stomach, "Oh yeah? scumbags are we at least we are better then you orphan boy. boss, just shoot him already, he is just wasting our time."

he looked unfazed, instead of immediately shooting me like i thought, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his handkerchief and started to slowly wipe away the spit, all with exaggeration. he stood there for a good one minute wiping away the spit, after that he carefully folded it and placed it back. "you can...." i was about to shout at him again, when he suddenly dragged me by the hair towards the car. I tried to struggle my way out, but his grip was too strong. every time i struggled against him, he would just yank at my hair and i could feel my hair start separating from my scalp. 

"let me go, I dont want to follow you people!"

"boss, why do you want to bring him with us? he is weak and useless, lets just kill him. There are so many people who are better then him that would join us." Micheal just stared in disbelief.

"bring his suitcase" , he continued dragging me. Micheal had no choice but to follow him.

 As we reached the car,  he pushed me into the car with him. His big strong hands that held my soft, brown hair released. micheal got into the car driver seat, pushed down the hand brake and started to drive off. 

As the engine roared to life, I jumped. I never really sat in a vehicle before, the only time i did was when  dad sent me here and that wasn't a very pleasant experience. Although, we had a car dad never allowed us to sit inside because 'it is too expensive' . To me, a car is like a impenetrable iron fortress on wheels, there was no way I could escape. All I can do is to sit and wait for my sentence like a person on trial. i looked up towards the boss. Up close , i realised,/ he looked like a stereotypical business man. he was more normal working drone then a gang boss. I stared out into the sky, it was turning into morning as the sun peeked out from the horizon, the sky changed colour from the starry dark blue shade to a bright orange colour. at this time people would have started to stir from their beds, thinking about another long day of work, another meeting, another test. they will continue a endless chain of mundane work. generation after generation they would live very average lives. my life seemed like an anomaly in that system the special one, it felt as if everyone mundaneness caused this, because so many people were so normal there must a very special person to average out. "why must god do this to me of people.."

As i looked out the car window, complementing how my life would be like if i wasn't in that family. The boss tapped me on the shoulder, I continued looking through the window. He tapped again much harder this time, I still continued looking through the window. He grabbed me by the hair and turned me around. I tried to avoid looking at him, but he grabbed my face and turned me towards him. "You want to know why you are here? you want to know why you aren't dust already? It is because I see a fighter in those eyes of yours, a fighter that will not back down no matter what. I need people like you in the gang, people like you never waver, never give up." he turned back looking towards the building that we were driving into. 

"welcome to your new home orphan boy."