A/N: Right back at it. Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciate it, you give me more reason to get these out faster to you guys. I spent a lot of time on this one. Let's go.
Chapter 4 - Flying Like a Bird
The sun had set. Huey stood face to face with against the army of soldiers with no faces. All black, no emotion, swords drawn.
"Let my people go."
There was a long series of steps which led up to a fortress. The man at the top of the steps stood at the sound of this...joke. He was the same as all the others, except he wore a silver samurai hat and had burning red eyes.
"Leave child..."
His voice was as deep as an underground passage to China.
"...I do not WISH to kill you..."
"For hundreds of years, you have held us down with our faces against the dirt and trash of oppression..."
Shiiing.
Huey unsheathed his sword, looking at the reflection as the wind blew his afro. One man approaching.
Huey turned and sliced the man at the waist. Blood splattered on his sword, the body rolled over towards the army.
"...I'm not leaving."
"...So be it," proclaimed the man, "surround him."
On cue, the black army began to surround Huey and prepared themselves for what was about to happen.
The tension built, knees began to buckle and hands began to shake. A complete circle was formed around Huey.
The wind blew harder, as did Huey's white bandana. Lightning strikes lit up the night sky in the distance.
"Ahhhh!"
"Don't scream..." Huey whispered, blindly stabbing a man who charged him from the back, "...unless you wanna die."
His sword made the sound of knife penetrating pig meat, only difference was that this was a sword...no more differences.
"What are you standing around for!?" growled the red-eyed man, "ATTACK!"
They looked around, from one black face to another. Finally, all the men charged at once...
Quick spin with his blade. Strikes across the hearts, if they had any. Blood spewed, the first line fell at the feet of Huey as he back flipped out of the circle. Blood on the sword. Fire in his eyes.
The rest of the mob ran towards him, while not obeying his previous statement.
Huey ducked his head, twisted and pushed arms. One after the other came, and one by one they fell.
Not long ago, there were about fifty men who stood. Now, there was only one. Huey's display caused the other to stay sitting...sitting, watching with his all too familiar red eyes. Pondering, staring into Huey's eyes which were almost red. Almost red, because blood nearly covering them. Almost red, because of the pain and suffering he had just caused, like his counterpart. He didn't care.
Only Huey's eyes told a bloody tale of revenge and justice. The other man's eyes told one of greed and power. That's all that separated them, that and the bodies they were willing to step on to get to the top.
Huey took his first steps on the stairs, not caring who he stepped on, or who's blood that was. The man stood.
"You just killed fifty of my men, don't you feel remorse?"
Huey made it up to the top step...
"I don't feel," he said, drawing his sword, "I see."
The man too unsheathed his sword. It was sharper than Huey's, and much cleaner.
They stood for a moment, staring at each other, until a shriek was heard.
"Huey!"
"Who was that?" asked Huey, darting his eyes around the area.
"Huey! Help me!"
Then, the temple's wall turned to unveil a familiar someone, her arms chained to it.
"Jazmine..."
"Do you care about the girl?" asked the man.
"I...no, this is an trick. Just like everything you've ever done."
"I assure you, this is quite real," the man snapped his fingers, which caused another masked man to appear next to Jazmine. He had a knife to her throat.
"Huey!"
"Get away from her!"
"First," said the man, "you must admit defeat."
Huey's eyes shrank even more in anger as he looked from Jazmine to the red-eyed man. He tried to speak multiple timed, but nothing came out.
"...I...no...you can't kill her."
"Can't I?"
"...fine," answered Huey, "you win...but let her go first."
"Drop your weapon first, little boy."
Huey tried hard not to lash out and nearly failed, but did as he was told.
But as soon as the sound of metal hitting stone struck ear drums, the man tackled Huey with his sword on his neck.
"Never let feelings get in the best of you, Huey." whispered the man.
"Huey!"
Jazmine's voice now cracked as Huey looked over to her, blood dripping down from her neck.
"No..."
"Huey! I want you to tell you something!..."
Huey knew this would be the last line she ever said.
"What?"
Jazmine smiled, "...Did you get my present?"
Snap back to reality.
"Whoa, weird dream..."
I am the stone that builder refused
I am the visual
The inspiration
That made lady sing the blues
I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark
that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box
The bullet in your gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother son
The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won
They had gotten away from the cops. Huey thought that the cops would chase after them eventually catch them, but maybe they were afraid of their "terrorist" ways...or maybe they were just lazy. Anyway, after jogging for what seemed like a day, the "Lethal Revolution Crew" were well lost into the woods. Only Huey kept track of which direction was which while keeping Grandad upright (with some help from Riley and Cindy).
They had a silent night of sleep, maybe the prior events had made them that way. Riley had cleaned off Grandad's blood but they didn't find any cuts.
The sun rose slowly over the hills as Huey was the first to get up. He walked past the fire they had started earlier and went to check on Grandad who was still sleeping.
He shook Grandad's shoulder, "hey, Grandad...Grandad."
No response.
"Gran-"
"Yeah, yeah, make mine an extra large, cutie pie," Grandad whispered.
Huey almost smiled and stood back up, now walking past Ruckus, Thug, Leonard, Riley, and finally, Cindy.
Deep into the woods he went, listening to the sound of the birds chirping, blocking the sunlight from getting in his eyes. He didn't know why he walked. He thought about his plan. The government and the media would probably be labeling them as terrorists. He wondered if agents had stormed their house yet.
Then he came upon a cave, not too big. Some spiders crawled along the eroding walls. Huey took a couple of steps inside.
An cool voice was heard.
"You looking for something, friend?"
Televisions Across America:
An old, white news anchor appeared on screen.
"As most of you have probably heard, a tragic event occurred yesterday. A group known only as, "The Lethal Terrorism Crew" or the 'LTC" bombed a Woodcrest super market, killing what is believed to now be around one hundred people..."
He took a deep breath, as if reflecting on it.
Cut to an empty table in the White House.
"The whereabouts of these sick people is unknown, all we do know is that they crashed into the woods, probably to commit suicide or hurt innocent animals. Cops cannot reach them at the moment because of the steepness of the hill, it's practically a cliff. President Obama has prepared a speech and will deliver-oh he's ready, let's take a listen."
Obama sat down with his all too familiar calm face and eyes that played with the strings of your soul.
"Mmmy fellow Americans, I am truly and deeply saddened by the events that occurred just yesterday. I think I speak for all of Woodcrest and for all of America when I say...we will not stop until terrorism in America is no more. Congress has approved a bill that will allow for surveillance of each and every house hold in America.
No terrorist or criminal will be able to escape the law like the LTC did yesterday...now let me be clear, I understand the reservations many of you can and will have, and believe me, I know how you feel. I'm just like one of you...I too have a family and children, and can't bear to think of life without them...now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go play some basketball with Kanye West while I grief...may God bless you, and may God bless the United States of America.
Ed and Rummy:
"Anyone out there?" asked Ed.
"No, there ain't no God damn body on the streets right now."
Rummy was scoping out the scene outside his house while Ed loaded up his assault rifle.
"Cool, cuz I ain't about my shit jacked, you know what I'm sayin?"
"Yeah...look, I think we may have gone too far with this one."
"Whachu mean?"
"I MEAN we fused together and created the next Osama Bin Laden, accordin' to the media an' shit."
"..."
"Ed?...ED!"
Rummy turned and saw his partner smiling and playing on his iPhone.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Tweetin."
"Tweetin? We ain't on Looney Tunes, nigga. Now, if you don't focus, Imma get my Buggs Bunny on and hop ova there to kick yo' Tweety ass."
"No, I me-"
BOOM!
Rummy went flying across the room as the door exploded on them.
"Everyone get your hands up, now!"
Ten FBI agents ran into the house with their own assault rifles. Ed was already jumping out the window.
"Bitch ass nigga!" screamed Rummy as the agents handcuffed him.
Ed quickly went into the garage, into his car, and burned the ever loving hell outta the tires.
"Oh shit, oh shit." Ed looked in his rear view mirror, everyone's houses were getting visited by agents. Although, most only had one or two agents. They had a history with authority, so it only made sense that they got the special treatment.
"Gotta call ma nigga."
He looked down at his phone and up at the road back, forth as he searched and finally found the name he was looking for, "Riley"
Jazmine:
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
"I'll get it," said Tom, standing up and heading over to the door. He opened it, revealing what looked to be an FBI agent with a camera in his hand.
"Can I help you sir?"
"Yes. We have permission to install security cameras in your homes."
The man pulled out a paper with some fancy writing and signatures.
"Permission from who?" asked Tom, "you're not spying on my family."
"Permission from President O-"
"Come right in," interrupted Tom, "make yourself at home.
Jazmine got up off the couch, "daddy, what's going on?"
"Yeah," said Sarah from the kitchen, "who is it, honey?"
"Oh, no one," answered Tom, letting the agent come in, "just someone sent by...the president himself!"
Silverware, meet floor.
"Oh my gosh!" screamed Sarah as she ran into the living room, "nice to meet-"
"Look, lady. I don't have time to chat, I just meed to install this camera into your home."
"...Ok, if it means the president will get to see me." Sarah blushed, Tom tasted puke.
"...yeah," answered the agent, "I'll let him know."
Jazmine observed the agent reaching up to the top corner of the room and drilling a hole.
"We also need to search your home, president's orders," he said.
"Sure, for what?" asked Tom.
"Weapons."
Huey:
He looked into the cave, trying to see who or what was in there, but couldn't.
"I'm looking for answers," Huey answered.
"Aren't we all?"
"...I guess...who are you anyway?"
Whatever sound people made when standing up, that's what Huey heard.
"Fraid I can't let you know partner, can't trust anyone these days."
"I know what you mean," replied Huey as he felt a little awkward talking to darkness, "I don't know what I'm doing out here."
"You mean you ain't some camper?"
"No. I was running from the cops and...well, it's a long story."
"America is going to hell ain't it?"
"...How do you know?"
"Little bird told me the other day, that, and I also ran from the cops one day...all I was trying to do was help this God forsaken country. Now I spend my days..."
A sound of footsteps with spurs rattling hit Huey's ears.
The man came out of the shadows, he was wearing a brown cowboy hat, with black jeans, and brown boots. A peach colored duster went over his white shirt. His hair was brown and his eyes were squinted, even when he smiled.
"...out here...name's Sergio."
"Huey."
Sergio walked over to a nearby tree, as he did, Huey couldn't help but notice the black revolver he had in his belt. This man was old school, a little too old school. He looked up at the tree.
"So what brings you here Huey?"
Sergio pulled out his revolver and aimed at something up there in the same tree.
"We crashed on purpose while getting chased by the cops."
He gave Huey a little side glance before looking back up at the tree and pulling the trigger. A blue bird fell dead. Sergio calmly picked it up and walked back over to Huey.
"I guess you could say I'm an old school type of guy," said Sergio.
"I guess."
Sergio sat down at a nearby boulder set the bird down. He then pulled out a cigar and a box of matches from his pocket and lit it as he stuck it in his mouth.
"So, why were you running from the cops, if you don't mind me asking?"
"We were going somewhere to help fight against the government."
"Why?"
"To live in a better America."
Sergio spit.
"...Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy."
Huey leaned against one of the cave walls.
"...I guess I got caught up in the moment and let all our emotions get to me."
"Our?"
"My Grandad was a civil rights activist, he fought in world war two, he spent most of his life fighting for a better America, and now it's going straight to hell."
"Your Grandad the only one with ya?"
"No...my brother's here with his friend, and three others."
Sergio nodded, picking up his bird and standing up.
"You dig on birds, kid?"
"Nah, I gotta get going."
"You and your friends have anything to eat?"
Huey slapped himself again. The food was still in the car. Damn.
"No, actually, we'll find some, though."
"How are you so sure?"
"...I dunno, we just will."
"...you're the leader, I presume?"
"...how did you know?"
"Boy, I've been around a while," Sergio now walked back into the cave, "and I can tell you're mature beyond your years."
"I'm by far the smartest and most mature out of all of us, I can't risk something this big by letting one of the others make any decisions, it's only fair that I make them all...I'll see you later."
With that Huey began to walk away, before one more sentence made him pause a little.
"You should value others' opinions more than your own."
What the hell did he know? Riley is not mature enough to make any decisions, Cindy...no. Thugnificent and Leonard? You wish. Grandad was the only one who should be helping Huey out in making decisions, but he wasn't in the best shape right now. Speaking of, he needed to hurry and get back to the camp.
"See ya, kid."
Huey walked back in the direction he came from.
Ed:
Ed kept driving while continuing to dial the phone.
"Damn it, nigga, pick the fuck-"
A yawn was heard on the other end, "Hello?"
"Riley!?"
"...yeah. Whachu want, nigga?"
"Where the fuck are you guys?"
"I dunno, we crashed on purpose and we're somewhere in the woods now."
"Nigga, whachu mean you crashed on purpose?"
"Like...we crashed...but on purpose."
"Who's idea was that?"
"Tell me about it."
"Whatever, Riley. I wanted to call so-"
A fight over the phone.
"Riley? Riley?"
No answer.
"God fucking damn it. I guess I should go to the freeway."
Ed did just what he said, he made his way in the direction of the freeway while hiding his face from the agents. Him and Rummy were probably on America's shit list.
Huey:
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Huey with Riley's iPhone in his hand.
"Ed called."
Cindy was now beginning to wake up.
"And?"
"And nothin, nigga. You didn't let us finish talkin'."
Huey took a good look at the iPhone. With one big fling of his arm, it went flying through the air and lost forever.
Riley now stood speechless.
Cindy yawned, "what's goin on Reezy?"
"What the fuck!?"
"I know you hate me Riley, but-"
"Hate you? I know we family, but you been actin all bossy an' shit lately, what was the point of throwin' my phone? Maaan, now a can't-"
"The government was probably tracking the call, and your phone. They would of found us eventually if I didn't."
Cindy now spoke, "well you coulda told him first."
"You wouldn't of let me do it."
"What's all the commotion?"
They all stopped arguing as Ruckus now woke up.
"Heezy here just got done chuckin' Reezy's phone into the forest like I chuck shots into the basket," answered Cindy.
"Stop calling me Heezy."
"How bout hater?" suggested Riley.
"Or fairy faggot ass hater?" added Cindy.
"...Look," Huey sighed, "all I'm trying to do is help everyone, if you don't appreciate it, then just leave."
Cindy and Riley looked at each other then back to Huey.
"Fine," they said unison.
"Fine my ass," interrupted Ruckus.
"Someone stole yo' ass?"
That kind of stupidity can can come from one place and one place only, Leonard.
"No, you nigga Beavis," answered Ruckus, "but if yo' Grandad don't woop yo' asses, then I'll gladly do it myself if you don't stop arguin'."
"Not if I have anything to say about it, you racist prick," retorted Cindy as she stood in front of Riley.
Thugnificent suddenly woke up, "Why the fuck is everyone arguing?"
"These three hooligans were arguin ovah a phone that this little nigga went and tossed like yesterday's garbage...cuz it is garbage."
"You know what?" said Riley, "we don't need this shit, let's get outta here C-Murph."
"Where exactly are you going?" asked Huey.
"Don't worry, we won't get lost without you nigga. We'll just take a little walk."
With that Cindy and Riley walked off into the forest without looking back.
"...over-under on how long it takes 'em to get back?" joked Thugnificent.
"Huey!..."
Everyone turned and saw that it was Grandad who spoke up.
"...where did Riley just go?"
"...they went for a walk," he answered calmly, but he wasn't the only one to do so.
"They left cuz Huey threw his brother's phone away," said Leonard
"...boy, why did you go an' do that?"
"I had perfectly good reasons for it Grandad."
Grandad then stood up...but no one was expecting what came next, his knees shook and he went tumbling back to the ground.
Everyone ran over.
"You alright, old nigga?"
Grandad spit out some dirt, "yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"You just fell on yo-"
"-I said I'm fine, boy!...now...everyone else get the fuck outta here, I need to talk to Huey alone."
"Where the hell are we supposed to go?" asked Ruckus.
"I dunno, go get some wood or somethin" answered Grandad.
"Whoa, we ain't like that," said Leonard.
"Bark, you idiot!"
"Nigga, I ain't a dog," replied Thug.
Grandad sighed, "just go somewhere else, you stupid wannabe thug."
Thugnificent was appalled.
"Whatever, old nigga...let's go old nigga numbuh two."
Ruckus took offense to that.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold up. First of all, ain't no one got the right to call me a nigga, I'm as white as hockey an ridin a bike with yo helmet. Second, I ain't followin yo ass."
Thugnificent had no response, "let's go, nigga."
So, Thug, Leonard, and Ruckus walked in their seperate ways, leaving Grandad and Huey alone.
"Boy, why did you toss your brother's phone into a place where it's probably getting shitted on by a bear?"
"The government was tracking it and would of found us if I didn't."
"Did you explain this to them?"
"They wouldn't have understood it, or wouldn't have cared because of their wannabe gangsta attitudes."
"...Look, I dunno much about you kids today, but when I was in world war two, we won as a team, when I was part of the civil rights movement we were a fucking team...Huey, when I said you could make decisions, I didn't mean be a dictator, that makes you no better than Hitler."
"He killed 6 million jews."
"Don't ruin the impact of my speech with facts damn it!"
Huey gave Grandad some time cool down, all the while listening to his stomach growl.
"I know you'll do whats best for all of us, Huey, now go get your brother."
Huey nodded and as he started to make his way in Riley's direction, he was looking for something for them to eat, anything. Then, just as he thought of that, something came flying through the air. It was hard to make out at first but once it landed next to Grandad, it was obvious. A blue bird.
FBI Headquarters:
Every man in the office typed furiously. A group of terrorists had just bombed a super market? Everyone had to be on top of their game to figure out-
"I found them!"
The head honcho's ear perked up as he went over to the man just blurted that out.
"What was that, son?" asked the man, who was wearing a black and white suit like all the others but was far older.
"After listening to many phone calls...many boring, many...disturbing..."
The worker recalls conversations between extremely depressed people and homosexuals.
"...I managed to find a conversation where a kid is telling some one to pull over to the right lane, which the terrorists did before escaping into the woods...listen."
The worker played the recording.
"...it's Leonard."
"Listen, tell Thugnificent to pull over to the right lane, I have a plan to get us outta this, so do exactly as I say..."
The recording went on as the kid gave Leonard instructions of exactly hat to do and what they would do afterwards.
"Good work, rookie. We got the sons of bitches."
Ed:
Ed continued to drive down the highway at 70 mph, looking to his right, trying to see where they went.
"Crash, crash, crash," he thought, "crash..."
Then, bingo. He saw a huge hole ripped through the barricade on the side of the road blocked off with "DO NOT CROSS" tape and orange cones. He knew the cops would be on the lookout for him, so he had to find another area to crash through.
Or he could just get off on the next exit and risk way...yeah let's go with that.
So, Ed drove for a couple more minutes, took a right on the next exit, pulled over to the side of the road at the nearest store (which was McDonald's), and began to walk on foot into the woods.
Huey:
"Do you always stalk people?"
"Only when they need to be."
Sergio walked over to Grandad with some wood and a pan, the same cigar still burning in his mouth. He set the wood down and lit it with a match as he gave Grandad the pan.
"Who are you supposed to be?" asked Grandad.
Sergio smiled, "well..." and pulled out his cigar, "...right now I'm the guy feeding that rotting stomach of yours, who are you?"
"I'm Robert Jebediah Freeman, thank you very much. And I don't need help from strangers."
"Now, now," said Sergio, "don't start being a hypocrite, Robert. I heard what you said to your grand kid...you need all the help you can get."
The calmness and confidence that Sergio exuded through his voice was something to behold.
"It's fine Grandad, I know him," said Huey.
"Since when?"
"About an hour ago."
Grandad took a good look at Sergio, "...well alright, as long as I get something to eat out of it. Now go find Riley."
Huey continued to go on his way as he heard Grandad say, "so who are you really? John Wayne?"
Riley and Cindy:
Riley and Cindy were sitting down on a branch of a very thick tree. Cindy was bumping some Beanie Sigel from her iPod.
"So, what exactly are we gonna do over here?" she asked.
"I dunno, but I was thinking we could like, get some food or somethin'. To make them see that we useful."
Cindy thought that over, "hmmm...nah, we need to loosen up Reezy. All this shit is gettin to us, this ain't us, we should be laughin' an' havin fun."
"Even with all the shit that's goin' on?"
"When is shit never going on?"
"...alright, alright, I hear ya. Whachu wanna do then?"
Cindy once again thought Riley's question over, "alright, let's hop down off this tree first..."
They did just that.
"...Now," she paused the song, "we each gonna choose a song for each other and we have to dance to that song no how lame it is."
"...how bout if you say no?"
"Then...you get to punch me in the stomach."
"And if I say no?"
"Then I get to kick you in the nuts."
Riley thought it over for a second, "hol' up, that's not fair."
"Where else are you gonna punch me?"
"...good point."
So, the two took turns scrolling through Cindy's iPod, picking a song for the other to dance to.
"So who goes first?" asked Riley.
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
"Aight."
The two prepared to unleash their elementary school objects at each other.
Round 1:
"Rock, paper scissors!"
Riley: rock. Cindy: paper.
"Cheater."
Round 2:
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Riley: rock. Cindy: scissors.
"Do you always choose rock?" Cindy asked, jokingly.
"Yep," answered Riley with a smile.
Round 3:
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Riley: rock. Cindy: paper.
"Whoa, you weren't kidding Reezy..."
"No, no, wait...I thought you would pick scissors cuz you would think I was tryin' to trick you."
"Nah, I trust ya Reezy," she said with a playful wink.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with already."
Cindy sat down next to the tree they were just sitting on and chose the song she chose.
"Oh hell nah!"
As soon as the song started, Riley wanted to run.
"You gotta do it Reezy..."
"Ugggggghhhhhh...fine..."
As Riley prepared himself for humiliation, Cindy sneakily turned on her iPod camera and pressed record.
"Alright stop what whacha doin', cuz I'm about to ruin, the image and the style that you used to..."
As Riley went up and down and waved his arms, Cindy couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny, C-Murph? You next anyway."
"...the Humpty dance is your chance to do the hump..."
After five minutes of hell, Riley came to a stop and the only thing he was happy about was that glad that no one was watching.
"I can't believe you just did that."
Huey.
Cindy stood up at the sound of his voice.
"Whachu want nigga?" asked Riley.
"Nothing, I just wanted to apologize for acting the way I did earlier."
Riley froze, "...Grandad told you to say that, didn't he?"
"No, I just realized that fighting will get us no where."
"So..." started Cindy as she began to crack a smile, "you're saying we can do whatever we want?"
"HELL no, you're still gonna have to follow what I say, but I won't be nearly as bossy, only on the important things."
"So we cool then?" asked Riley, to which Huey nodded.
"Awww..." started Cindy, "...I think I'm gonna puke watchin this love fest."
"I almost puked watching you dance, Riley," Huey added as they all began to walk back to the camp site.
"Wait..." Riley stopped, "...home girl here still gotta dance too."
"Make it quick, then," said Huey, "we gotta get back in a bit."
Cindy moaned but then slowly cracked a smile, "what if I say no?"
"Then we both get to punch you," answered Riley, "right Huey?"
"...if it makes you feel better to beat women."
"Oh, you know it does..." he turned to Cindy, "so are you doin it or..."
Riley's voice trailed off at the sight of Cindy holding her iPod up to his face with a video playing.
"What was that Reezy?"
"...maaan, that's scandalous."
"Don't worry I won't show no one, as long as I don't dance."
"You know he'll eventually steal your phone delete that, right?" Huey pointed out.
"Well, then I guess I just gotta be extra careful, then."
"You still gotta do somethin' though," Riley said as they walked along, "that's messed up."
"Hmmm...I'll think o' somethin'," she replied, "don't worry, I wouldn't diss you like that and not make up for it."
"Yes you would," said Huey, "you rolled a girl down a hill...in a trashcan."
"But-"
Cindy was stopped by the sound of someone screaming.
"Let's go, you guys," said Huey as they ran towards the sound of the screaming. He already had a good idea of who it was.
Ed:
"Ok, just got to make it back to the crash site and start my search from there."
Ed continued to walk for what seemed to be half an hour now. He thought about how much of a bitch he was for leaving his partner to die, but hey...he would get him out eventually. Then, Ed saw something strange in the distance, he couldn't really make it out at first but as he got closer and closer, it naturally became clear to him. It was Riley's car, and a truck, and a...UPS truck?...washed up ass nigga. He got to the cars and then made his way straight into the woods from there.
Once he got to Riley and the others, he would help them take the bastard Obama down and then...
Thoughts: Pool party at a mansion with bitches around him, Nobel peace prize acceptance speech...with bitches around him...yeah...
Thugnificent and Leonard:
"Alright, nigga," began Thug, "old man told us to find some food or some shit...what grows in the forest?"
"Trees?"
"I meant food damn it...like, ain't there some apple trees around here? There's gotta be."
"I don't see none."
The two continued to walk through the forest, looking up at the trees and finding nothing but branches and leaves.
"Ahhhhh!" Thug...screamed.
"What is it?"
"A skunk, nigga!"
Thug pointed at the skunk standing there by a tree, minding his or her own business, peacefully relaxing- Bam! Head shot with a stone.
"Yeah, take that motherfucka, you ain't stinkin up my shit" said Thug.
"He wasn't doing anything to you."
"...well...he was gonna."
"We could of just walked away and avoided him, though, you didn't have to kill him for no reason."
"Nigga...I'm a real nigga, nigga. Killin' skunks all day every- Oh shit."
The skunk slowly rose to its feet and pointed it's ass of a thousand odors towards them. They ran. Fast.
"Undertaker ass nigga!"
Grandad:
"...so I took them over to my-what is that?" Grandad suddenly heard screams coming toward them as he ate the bird he and Sergio cooked up. Grandad was still sitting on the ground.
"Is that Riley?"
"No, no..." he answered and listened even harder, "...it's that wannabe thug Thugnificent."
"...Thug-what?"
"You know," chomp, chomp, chomp, swallow, "Thugnificent...that one famous rapper."
"I don't listen to music much."
"So what do you do?"
Before Sergio could answer, Thugnificent came storming through the trees, panting.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Grandad.
"Skunk...zombie...ass spray," answered Thug.
Sergio chuckled a little and Grandad looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't for some reason.
"Skunks are harmless," said Sergio as he stood up and extended his arm towards them, "nice to meet you uhhh...Thug-what was it?"
Both Thugnificent and Leonard stopped panting and looked up at this tall man they were standing next to.
"Thugnificent, nigga..." he gestured towards Leonard, "and my nigga Leonard."
"Who are you supposed to be?" asked Leonard.
"My name's Sergio."
"Sergio?" repeated Thugnificent, "you ain't even Mexican."
"Well, actually-"
"Who got shot?"
This time, it was Riley who spoke up as he emerged from the forest.
"No one got shot, boy," answered Grandad, "this is Sergio...and no he ain't Mexican."
Riley and Cindy went up to the man in a bit of awe, observing his clothes and revolvers.
"What time machine did you take?" joked Riley.
Sergio just smiled, "so you're Huey's brother."
Cindy interrupted, "that's right, cowboy. Riley Freeman AKA my home boy Reezy."
"And who are you?" Sergio asked.
"This is Cindy," interrupted Riley, "AKA C-Murph, second best baller in Woodcrest."
Riley earned a glare from his friend.
TVs Across America:
BREAKING NEWS
A woman news anchor now sat in front of the camera.
"Braking news from the Woodcrest bombing...the identities of the terrorists have been identified. The names are as follows..."
Pictures of the terrorist's school photos were shown on the screen, two of which were posing like gangsters.
"...Huey Freeman, Riley Freeman, Robert Jebediah Freeman, Otis Jenkins, and two men identified only as Leonard, a former member of Thugnificent's Lethal Interjection Crew, and Ruckus...if you have any information regarding these people, you are to report them to the authorities, you don't have a choice in the matter. Because of the amount of danger these men posses, if you are found to be hiding any information from the police, you will be arrested..."
The anchor leaned forward a little.
"...please, help us protect this great country of freedoms so future generations don't have to worry about problems such as these..."
Later that Day:
Ruckus had returned from what turned out to be a long trip through the forest, picking whatever fruit he could pick and killing any animal he could kill. Sergio showed off his guns and even let Thugnificent try his hand at shooting one, it did not go well. Grandad spent the day sitting and eating, just listening to them talk. They all sat in a circle around the campfire. The time was 7 P.M.
"Alright," said Huey, "we gotta get moving tomorrow, our identities are probably being made public as we speak."
"Where you headed?" asked Sergio.
"He can't tell us," answered Riley.
"Actually I can."
Everyone immediately turned their attention to him.
"Since the place we were headed to was too important to let you guys know, I had to keep it a secret...but I've been thinking and we should go to New York City first."
Smiles all around.'
"Yes!" exclaimed Thugnificent.
Huey was now staring at him with the fire reflecting off of his eyes, "it's not gonna be a vacation, we're wanted and we need to keep our faces hidden."
Suddenly a thud was heard and everyone turned in it's direction, Grandad.
Huey and Riley rushed over with the other.
"You ok, Robert?"
"What's wrong, old nigga."
"Grandad...what's wrong?" asked Huey.
"...the crash, boy...musta ruptured somethin," he laughed, "funny isn't it?"
"Whachu sayin' Grandad?" asked Riley.
"I'm saying...you two better get used to living without your old man..."
Everyone was in shock, especially the two brothers.
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Huey, "I though you were okay."
"Internal bleeding," Sergio said as he looked down on them, "you think you made it out but it can kill a man slowly without him noticing...happened to a friend of mine not too long ago."
"Nah, fuck that," Riley with emotion, "Grandad's been through worse shit and made it out, he ain't gonna die now."
"Reezy, calm down."
"No, Cindy, we need to go-"
"Shut up, boy," said Grandad as he started breathing heavier, "you think I wanna die in my sleep or in a hospital bed surrounded by strangers?"
The others took this as a sign to leave Riley and Huey alone with their Grandad. They went back into the woods and tried not to listen.
"No," answered Riley, "cuz you ain't dyin."
"Look at me," he answered, "I'm old...too old, and if now's my time to go, then it's my time."
Huey and Riley were speechless as they came to grips with it, yet neither of them shed a tear yet.
"Tell me boy," continued Grandad, "what was it you did in the woods?"
"I uh...danced."
"Danced? I thought you were a real nigga?"
"I am...but I lost a bet to Cindy an I had to."
"He was horrible at it," added Huey, causing them to laugh and him to almost crack a smile.
"Yeah..." said Grandad in a softer voice, "I remember one time I danced with a girl...it was around the the fifty's or so..."
Grandad's Narration:
We were at some concert or somethin, and I saw this beautiful woman in the row in front of us.
"Hey, cutie pie, what's your name?"
She told me her name was Violet or...I dunno, but then I asked her for a dance, and she said, "I'd love to."
So we went on the dance floor waiting for the next song from some black guy who was playing there, name was Chuck somethin', anyway, this man was a guitar master. He had us shakin' and movin' our behind all night. It was one of the best nights of my life. When we got tired and didn't wanna dance anymore, we said our goodbyes, she gave me her number of course. Then out of no where she gave me the best kiss I had...ever experienced...it was like...heaven, yeah...I imagine that's...what it would be like...
Huey and Riley:
"Grandad?" Riley called, "don't play wit me, what happened next?..."
No answer. Grandad had closed his eyes and layed his head to the side.
"...Grandad, I wanna hear the rest of the of the story."
"Riley."
"Don't say shit, nigga, he gonna tell me what happened next...Grandad..."
Riley now started shaking him. Huey stared at Riley and Grandad for several seconds before accepting what had just happened. He stood up and walked away.
"...Grandad..."
Huey looked out to the horizon, his clothes and hair blowing in the wind. "Death is a part of life" was his thought, but it was hard not to get emotional hearing his usually confident and funny brother calling out to a man that was not there anymore. It was at that point where Huey suddenly became enlightened with a plan, he didn't know how or why, but it hit him like a bolt of lightning. He swore on Grandad's grave that America would not be what they were trying to make it be.
"...Wake up, nigga."
It was time to put it in action.
A/N: Don't hate me! I'm feeling good about this story and where it's going, even without Grandad. Leave a review guys, don't be a stranger haha. Extra points for those who guessed who Sergio is based on and how I got his name ;) Next chapter, Huey unleashes his plan on those bitch ass niggas.