I do not own the Boondocks or any of the characters of this amazing series, that honor goes to Aaron Macgruder.
It was a cold dark night in the small suburban neighborhood known as Woodcrest, as a young man can be seen sitting beneath a tree atop the only hill within the town. His face was calm as he starred off into the horizon seemingly lost in deep thought as the wind whipped viciously through his large fuzzy afro. The humidity in the air danced across his skin in the form of small water droplets turned ice cold by the cool air, which appeared to snap the young man out of his trance-like state. He tilted his backwards as his intense dark brown eyes studied the sky over head.
"A storm is coming soon…" escaped the voice of a small eleven year old boy.
Suddenly the boy's eyes widen as he quickly drops down shifting all of his weight to his right side barely missing what appeared to be a flash of lightning. The flash slipping past the child's body instead finds its target in the tree beside him slicing straight through as if the natural structure was made of butter. After a few second delay the top half of the once majestic tree begins to collapse to the ground. The boy quickly drops to his back bringing his knees to his chest and then quickly lunging them forward pushing off the ground as he kips his body up to a standing positioning. His eyes focus on the area of recent devastation but instead of a force of nature as previously expected, his gaze is met with the sight of a tall muscular man sporting an afro similar in size to the boy across from him. The man raises his right hand to his face stroking the black beard tracing across his jaw line before bringing it up to quickly adjust the gold rimmed shades adorned on his face.
"I bet you thought you had seen the last of me," says the man "but not even death can stop Bushido Brown."
The young man just stares at Bushido Brown for a moment, his face still stoic and calm but shock clearly showed in the boy's eyes.
"I watched you die…the Hateocracy decapitated you…" says the young boy.
"Death can't stop Grandmaster Bushido Brown, and now we have come for our revenge Huey Freeman!" Yells Bushido Brown.
"Wait…did you say w.." Before Huey has the chance to finish his question, a loud rumble shakes the ground between Huey and Bushdio Brown as the very Earth opens up as flames burst forth into the air like a fountain of fire. Out of the flames rise two shadowy figures and as the fire retreats back into the ground the figures reveal themselves. The first belongs to a young obese child with dark brown hair and empty soulless eyes wearing a red polo t-shirt, and a pair of brown khaki shorts. The second is an elderly balding man with ghost white hair and only four teeth left in his mouth. Upon the mans face rests a pair of black rimmed square sunglasses with what appears to be a streak of white lightning across both lenses.
"Whats good Nyukkah!" yells out the elderly man "Colonel H. Mo Fuckin Stinkmeaner is back and I am comin for you Robert Freeman!"
"My name is Lamilton Taeshawn," says the overweight child "and I smoke with ciggawetts."
Huey stares at the three of them in disbelief, the three greatest enemies that Huey and his family had ever faced now stand before him bonded together by a common hatred of the Freeman family. Huey slips his right foot back and draws his hands up towards his face adopting his fighting stance preparing himself for the onslaught about to be unleashed upon him. The three figures each let our a roar as they simultaneously lunge forward at the young boy. Seconds before the two opposing forces collide a loud buzzing sound shatters the background surrounding Huey Freeman being replaced by the soft feeling of his cotton sheets and the cold sweat rolling down his entire body as he let out a sigh of relief. He reaches over and silences the alarm clock which brought him out of his slumber. It had only been a dream he thought but for some strange reason he could not shake the feeling that something ominous was in store for himself and his family. A pillow suddenly strikes Huey in the face snapping him out of his thoughts as he looks over in the direction from which it came. There on the bed directly adjacent to Huey's set a boy nearly identical in appearance with the exception his hair was tightly weaved into cornrows.
"Damn, can a nigga get some sleep round here!" yells out Riley Freeman. "Huey you a bitch ass nigga all scared of the dark and shit!"
Huey just lowers his head back down into his pillow ignoring his brother's comments as he stares intently until his eyes get heavy once again and he drifts off back to sleep.
I apologize for rushing the ending, and for not going too in depth with any of the characters I just threw this basic prologue together to see if there would be any interest from the readers. Please read, review, and let me know if I should continue with the story. I plan to make this several chapters long and introduce many more of the mainstay characters and even slide a few pairings in along the way. Thank you for reading my story and I look forward to hearing your thoughts.