Sixteen year old Huey Freeman stood at his spot on the Big Hill beside the Great Tree (The only place that wasn't Wuncler territory) and gazed out to the city below him, Woodcrest. Or as Riley called it Gay Ass Whitesville.

Huey sensed an evil presence coming towards him. The wind blew hard and brushed his mane-ish afro to the side. Through the roar of the wind, an explosion flashed in his mind and the young Revolutionist gasped and took a step back. He heard a shuffle and went into a fighting stance. He whipped around to find Agent White.

"Relax kid."

"How do I know you ain't one of them?" Huey growled.

Agent White sighed. "Now you and I both know I'm not. Hell, I don't even know who the fuck they are."

Huey frowned. "You don't?"

"No. But I do know they are coming for you. So I advise you to get outta here. Get out of Woodcrest, get out of Maryland and get out of America. Go to Brazil or Cuba."

Huey ran a hand through his hair, its become a habit. "But what about Grandad and Riley?"

"We'll send them to one of our headquarters in maybe Russia or Ireland."

Huey sighed in frustration. "Shit! Uh... Why not send them back to Chicago? It is our home and they'll be safe ther-"

"They've attacked South Chicago."

Huey's stomach lurched, his heart beat rapidly. They attacked his home in South Chicago. They attacked his aunt, his old friends...Cairo!

"No..." Huey fell to his knees.

Agent White but a hand on Huey's shoulder. "Look Freeman, I'm sorry but this is life. Your lucky there are people like me to help. You better go home and pack your things. I promise you we'll take care of your brother and grandad. "

"If your really helping me then you'll help me fight."

"Huey we can't!"

"Why not?!" Huey yelled with such fierce even Agent White looked frightned.

He raised his hands trying to calm the teenager. "They attacked the whole of South Chicago! If they managed to do that then they're surely spawns of the devil. We're gonna have to do research if were gonna go up against them. But right now I need you out of the battlefield."

Huey gave White his most coldest glare. "I'll get you research." and with that Huey ran home ignoring Agent White's protests.

"Ay yo Young Reezy up in dis bitch! Lemme hear y'all scream ma name!" Fifteen year old Riley "Escobar" Freeman yelled out to the imaginary crowd in the living room. "Y'all know wats good imma seduce you fine bitches you ready!"

Right then Huey burst into the house running towards the kitchen ,muttering "Chicago" as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Sup wit you nigga?"

"Shut up Riley! Chicago...Chicago."

Riley looked dumbfounded walking towards his older brother. "Chicago? Da fuck you talkin bout?"

Huey massaged his temples. Riley noticed his forehead was sweating. "Huey man what the hell?"

Huey grabbed his little brother's shoulders. "Riley! There are very bad people coming for us..for me!"

Riley frowned. "Fo' real?"

"Yes! So we need to be alert at all times now. Never let your guard down, always wear your bulletproof vest and bring a gun everywhere you go."

Riley blinked then cackled. "Ahaha nigga you silly. Why da fuck you trippin' ? We've done been through lotsa shit and we survive! Damn nigga almost got me pissin maself. Haha nigga get yo paws off me..thats gay."

Huey riled up in rage. "Riley shut up! This ain't a game. Our lives are really in danger. Now listen to me, some people are going to come and bring you and Grandad to a safe location far away from here. Don't make a fuss or anything and keep Grandad calm ya here?"

Riley looked a little frightened. "w-Well where da hell you gon' be?"

Huey's facial expression softened. "I'm going to visit South Chicago. Whoever is out to get me struck there."

Reezy gasped. "No way...Aunt Cookie!"

Huey nodded solemnly. "I have to go check it out. That's why I need you to be 100% co-operative."

"Hell naw nigga I'm rolling wit ya." Riley said, getting serious.

"No you can't. It might not be safe and some of the attackers might still be luring around."

Riley scoffed. "Nigga I'll b . Shit we been shot at and shit already. Nigga lets go."

"No Riley!"

"Come on Huey! Chicago my home too I wanna come. Dammit I HAVE to come." Riley rubbed the back of his neck. "An' I know I'll be safe wit yo ass behind me."

Huey sighed. Riley was righ but..."Shit! Okay fine. But you will do I everything I say."

Riley nodded. "A'ight a'ight I hear you homie. And uh.. You ain't gon' tell anybody about what I said a few seconds right? I mean, nigga got a reputation. And-"

"Yeah whatever." Huey rolled his eyes. The Freeman brothers went upstairs to armour up. The plan was to go to their old neighborhood and get some answers. (So Huey could report back to Agent White.)

They both wore bulletproof vests and loaded up their guns.

Huey wore a black sweater, black jeans, black combat boots and also carried his katana on his back. He also wore a trenchcoat.

Riley had on a grey hoodie, dark blue slightly-baggy jeans and some black Air Jordans. "Oh yea nigga. We look total badass."

Huey rolled his eyes. "Alright the train leaves in 15 minutes. Grandad's hanging out with old man Wuncler and they'll probably be drunk all night. Grandad'll have a hangover and sleep through the whole day tomorrow so we're good."

"Shit you got it figured."

"Of course I do. Now come on."

hey whatsup! I ain't watched the Boondocks in awhile nd now that I have im glad! Hope you guys enjoy this story and if you've got suggestions dont be shy and tell me. 'Ight later :)