A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 13: Boss and Henchman

"Kono yarou! Shine!" (You bastard! Die!)

     Boss waved a metal pole towards the beaten up yankee on the ground, smacking a brick wall with her weapon and making a dent in it. Dust streamed down from that place.

     The color on the yankee's face faded away as he tried to crawl back. He hit a trashcan in the alley while whimpering, "Hyah! No, leave me alone! I'm sorry we ever came after you!"

     There were limp bodies all down the alley, dressed similarly to the wimp in front of us. They were either silent or moaning while feeling the aftereffects of an iron pole beating into their limbs. Some of them got up to run away, but Boss clicked her tongue and sent us after them, striking them down with baseball bats and other metal scraps.

     We came back with sneers on our faces, looking down at the delinquent while marching forward, scaring him for fun. I stuck my red stained bat out at him, tilting my head haughtily and making my glimmering red hair swing around in childish delight. My white bandages I used in place of a shirt and gloves were splattered with blood, my own and others'. My comrades were the same, two other girls that revered Boss as much as I did. It was too bad that I joined later than them and only became Henchman #3 in our group.

    "Boss, we could take care of him for you, you know? I don't think anyone would miss trash like this." Courtney, #2, spoke up while spitting at a nearby trashcan. Even it's such a brutish action, she was more graceful than the morning dew on white rose.

"It's not worth it, gettin' them police on our tail," #1, Sarena, added in, inspecting her chains.

Boss didn't say a word and simply lifted her pole at the delinquent's face.

He got the message right away.

It was, as we had told many others before, "Stay off our turf."

He nodded willingly, then fainted when the pole made sudden hard contact with his side. A gurgling noise came out as his eyes rolled back, head smacking the defiled ground beneath him.

"Oi, Fir," Boss called out to me, stoic as usual.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Go to the Daemon territory and get Aloire over here. Tell her to get some labor hands because there's some rubbish on our lawn."

"On it."

I turned and ran out from the dead end, mercilessly stepping on any appendages that happened to be in my way.

I entered into the side street and continued on by myself until the Main Street, to a stoplight.

I crossed it and a couple others, almost to the figurative Daemon lord's territory. Then, I saw the person I hated eternally, the one who always gives Boss the most trouble: Alevis de Duée, the most popular girl in the school we refused to attend. And then...

...her entourage.

The four "princes" of the school. Seeing them made me almost trip over some little boy swinging a yellow bag. I stopped in time and just stared at them sitting in a cafe, all smiling and laughing. I grit my teeth and stalked away, making sure to keep out of their sights.

I entered into another part of town after a while, seeing a drastic change in the surroundings. Less people, darkened surroundings, narrowed streets, more rats, graffiti...

The Daemon Lord's territory. A homely place for arrogant and brutal people.

     But when you meet the so called "Daemon God" of the territory, over the Daemon Lord, you'll regret ever having stepped foot there.

     I never would. It was the home of my Boss's benefactor after all. Also, my friend Aloire was there. I'd need her desperately whenever navigating a deeper part of the underworld.

     There's also Teria who works for that English kid named...what was it again? Zooli? Zeus? No...well, it was something with Z. He came from Teagas...no, Tasega Corporation, some major company that "acted" out of good will, but was basically another shade of darkness. Teria was still a nice person, regardless if she worked at the place that ruined my life.

     Let bygones be bygones.