Okay so first a big thanks to everyone who has reveiwed, followed and favoured. Sorry for the wait, but I have some exams to prepare for. I did manage to take some time into this. This chapter was pretty hard to write for reason you'll probably figure out. By the way, if anybody thinks it unrealstic just remember I was trying to base it on one in the show. Enjoy


Boondocks Chapter 12

The sound of grunting and objects breaking echoed throughout the Freeman household. Michael was in the kitchen setting out a bowl and a box of cereal on the counter, seemingly oblivious to the noise.

Huey and Riley were engaged in another one of their fights, thrashing around the house and into the kitchen. Michael paid them no notice as he walked over to the fridge to get the milk. He opened the door and bent down to pick it up just as a piece of furniture came flying at where his head was.

"Come on, come on, what you got Huey!?"

Michael stood back up and walked back to the counter. He poured out the cereal and milk into the bowl. He then opened a drawer to get a spoon. He picked up the bowl in one hand and took a spoonful of cereal. There was the sound of blows trading and someone groaning. Riley stumbled backwards near Michael, who without taking his eyes off his breakfast, raised one leg up and swiftly kicked Riley back into the fray.

Michael then went into the living room, with his bowl of cereal in hand. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, while Riley was thrown across the room right in front of him. Michael ate his breakfast and watched the TV with content until the phone rang. Thinking that Huey and Riley may be too busy to hear it, Michael stood up and walked over to the phone.

"Hello" he said once he picked it up. The person on the other end spoke to Michael for a second before he responded. "Riley! It's for you!"

Huey and Riley ceased their struggle when they heard Michael called. He handed Riley the phone once he approached.

"Yo young Reezy here. Hey what up man! Yeah. Yeah"

Riley walked off as he talked to the caller. Michael returned to the couch and picked up his bowl again, while Huey took a seat beside him.

"So what were you two fighting about?" Michael asked curiously.

"He's up to something" Huey said, eyeing the direction in which Riley had gone.

"He's always up to something. As long there's only minimal chance he's going to get himself killed, it's best just to sit back and enjoy the show"

"There's always at least a 70 per cent chance he's going to get killed"

"I like those odds" Michael said with a smiled.

"Who was on the other end of that call?" Huey asked.

Michael was about to answer when Riley came back into the room, off the phone and with his trademark grin.

"Who was that?" Huey asked him.

"Yo fool, I don't need to tell you nothing bout my private phone conversation. You aint the government. "

"It was Ed Wuncler" Michael said.

"Fuck you" Riley mumbled.

"What are you up to?" Huey demanded.

"That's none of your business. I gots my own life and my own game. I don't need you butting in to everything I do"

"Whatever it is you're doing you better-" Huey was cut off in sentence by Michael who shook his head and raised his hand up. Huey looked at him surprise and stayed quiet as Riley left the room.

"What was that?" Huey asked Michael.

"If he doesn't what you butting, then don't butt in"

"He's going to get into trouble"

"Probably" Michael said as he took another spoonful of cereal. "But privacy is privacy. If he doesn't want to say or share anything then that's his right"

"What if something is wrong?"

"Then pry away at it" Michael shrugged. "But as long as he isn't hurting from it, then he can keep it to himself"

"I can't just let this go" Huey shook his head.

"Privacy is privacy" Michael repeated, finishing his cereal. "Respect it"


Sometime later, Huey stood in front of his tree looking out over Woodcrest. It had been here in a while and decided to take a stroll for some time to himself. As Huey stared off into the horizon, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander as he thought of the world, life and things in general.

"Even though I follow you everywhere, I think anyone can tell that you'll always come back here sooner or later"

Huey opened his eyes and turned around to see the White Shadow standing underneath the tree. Huey still wondered occasionally whether or not this man was real or if he really was just a figment of his imagination.

"What do you want" Huey asked, turning back to the horizon.

"Oh nothing really" the man replied. "Just thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing"

"Shouldn't you know if you're always watching me?" Huey asked dryly.

"Well even we can't see what goes on inside that head of yours. And nothing wrong with just asking how you're doing"

"I'm fine"

"Really?" he said with his impassive voice. "Well that's good to know, what with everything that's happened around here recently. You saved a tree. Your Granddad got married to a crazy bipolar bitch. You finally made a move on that cute little girl you have a crush on. And most of all, how you have a certain new arrival staying at house now"

"What do you know about Michael?" Huey said, turning around to face him once again.

"I know he likes to start fires. I also that he is very unwanted little boy"

"He's my friend"

"He may be your friend, but that doesn't mean trust him now does it? And like everything else in the world you're keeping a close eye on it until it jumps up at you and fucks you in the face"

"You're not even real. You can only know and say things that I either know or suspect"

"Do you really believe that? Because if you recall I warned you about them coming for you and I was right"

"I always suspected that they would be coming for me eventually"

"Well in that case, if I am just a paranoid delusion created by you and I'm here warning about Michael Ringer, then that must mean I am actually a subconscious part of you that does indeed suspect him, which is a real good thing if you want to protect your family"

"What do mean?"

"Let's just say inheritance can a real motherfucker. Anyway, keep both eyes on him Huey. And when the time comes to choose between your family and your so called friend, let's hope you know what you really should do".

The White Shadow walked backwards and the moved in behind the tree. Huey wasn't going to bother to look there, because he knew he would already be gone. He considered everything that the White Shadow had just told him and once again began to question his own state of mind.


A few days later Huey and Riley had taken a run to the store by themselves, while Granddad went to the park to play checkers with Ruckus and Michael stayed at home. They collected items that each one thought were essential to have in the house, though it's clear there was a big difference in opinion.

"Come on Huey. Why the hell get I get some bears?"

"Because you're too young to drink" he said.

"I'm going to drink them all myself, they be for to share with Granddad and Thugnificent. Man now I can even share my stuff with those I love and respect. That's mess up Huey"

Huey shook his head in exasperation, unable to even think of reasonable come back. They paid for their items, while Huey managed to remove Riley's without him seeing. With each of them carrying a bag, they walked out of the shop. When a just a few feet outside the door, a small round and black object was throw from an unseen direction to right at their feet. Huey only needed a second to register what the object was. Dropping the bag he grabbed Riley around his shoulder and pulled him down to the ground as the grenade exploded.

Huey could feel his ears ring from the blast and slowly wobble himself back to his feet. He turned to the side to see a tall man dressed in black and wearing a mask charge at him with a baseball bat, hitting him in the head. Huey fell to the ground and kept his eyes open enough to see the man, grabbed Riley and put him a large sack. He threw the sack over his shoulders and then rushed over to a van that appeared in front of the shop. He jumped inside the sliding down and closed it as the van began to speed away.

Huey picked himself up and gave chase to the van as it went outside the parking lot. He followed it as it ran around the corner of the block, but when he caught up he saw that it was already speeding down the road. Huey watched it go intently, thinking about his brother and what could be behind this.

"Well was pretty close call wasn't it?"

Huey turned to see the White Shadow stepping out of an ally way and walked up to face Huey.

"What the hell just happened?" Huey demanded.

"It looks to me like your brothers been kidnapped"

"Why?"

"I don't know" he said vaguely. "Could be for any number of reasons. Could be for ransom, could be for revenge. Or perhaps it could be because of that lockbox that you 'friend' keeps in your room"

"What does that have to do with this?" Huey asked.

"Well, it could have nothing to do with it or it could have everything to do with. The actually answer here is an, I don't know, since you don't even know what Michael keeps in that box of his. You ever hear of FlashForward? It was this big budget sci-fi/family sitcom about visions and kangaroos. In it one character mentions the Schrödinger's cat theory. It's about how if you put a cat in a box with a poison fish, then there are two outcomes. One the cat eats the fish and dies or the cat doesn't and lives, but the only way to know is to look inside the box. And maybe if you show me what's in that box, I'll help you find your brother"

"If you want that box, why don't you just take it yourself?"

"Oh I certainly could. In fact I considered doing it while I was taking a shit in your toilet the other day. But that's me. I know I would take it. The real question here is Huey, would you take, if It was to save your brother's life? Would you put your family over your friend? Or can you tell the difference. Just some food for thought".

The White Shadow walked to the other side of the road just as another car went by, cutting him off from Huey's line of sight. When it passed, he was gone. Huey was left alone on the pavement, contemplating what he should do next.


Huey pushed open the front door and ran into the hall. He found Michael sitting at the table in the kitchen, working on a sukudo puzzle. Huey walked up to him with a stern face.

"I need your lockbox"

"...What?" Michael looked up from his puzzle with disbelief.

"I need your lockbox" Huey repeated.

"You can't have it"

"Riley is in trouble and I think that whatever's in your lockbox might be a part of it" Huey explained.

"Right" Michael said in understanding. "Except you can't have it". He returned his attention back to his puzzle. The room had gone silent, save for the scratching of Michael's pen

"I need your lockbox" Huey said a low, but powerful voice.

Michael raised his head up at Huey again and looked him dead in the eye with an unrelenting face. "No" he said in an equally low voice.

Huey gave him a hard stare, before turning around and leaving the kitchen. He walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. He scanned the room, until he found the black lockbox hidden in Michael's corner of the room. He examined the box and could see no immediate way to open it without a key, but he could he figure that out later. With the box in his hand, Huey walked out of the bedroom and into the hall. He found Michael was there waiting for him, his face calm yet held some edges of anger around it.

"Put down my lockbox Huey" he said.

"Look" Huey said. "I don't want to invade your privacy, but I need to think about my brother. So please just let me see what's in here"

Michael walked forward to stand right in front of Huey and didn't break eye contact with him. "Put…it….down".

"I can't"

"I know" Michael nodded. "Then neither one of us can regret this"

Moving fast, Michael struck at Huey with a right hook, which Huey quickly blocked with his arm. Michael took another shot at Huey with his left hand, but he moved his head back to avoid it. Michael then tried for a third time to hit Huey, but this time Huey ducked underneath his swing. Huey followed up with his own right jab, aiming at Michael's face with a karate chop. However Michael ducked down to the floor and charged Huey's mid-section. He warped his arms around Huey's waist, locking them together with one hand on his wrist. Taking him by surprise, Michael pushed Huey forward into the wooden railing beside the stairs. They broke straight through it falling down to the floor below.

Huey landed first, his grip releasing on the handle of the box as soon as he hit the ground. Michael had bounced off Huey when they hit the ground. He stood back up and raised his fists in a fighting position. Huey also stood up and took a stance. Both Huey and Michael now stared each other down, preparing for whatever the other was about to throw at them.

Huey made the first move and jumped forward, swinging his right leg at Michael. Michael ducked backwards to avoid the hit, but taking advantage of his opening, Huey struck at Michael's left side with his fist, hitting him in the face with a swift punch. Huey then raised his right leg up and kicked Michael across the other side of his face. Finally Huey spun himself around with right leg raised and kicked Michael in the face for a second time.

Huey lowered his foot and remained where he was, as Michael walked back a few feet, his face still pulled back. Michael then slowly turned his head back to Huey, with an unperturbed face. Some blood trailed down from Michael's mouth. He then cracked his neck to the side and raised his fists up. Huey furrowed his brow in some worry.

Huey took another kick at Michael this time going for his lower side. Using his left hand Michael pushed Huey's kick down when it was about to reach him. Huey then jabbed at Michael with his right hand, but Michael parried the attack upwards with his left arm, sending it upward. He then moved forward and took a low swing with his right fist, striking Huey in stomach with a strong uppercut. Huey widened his eyes and opened his mouth as he coughed out some spit from the force the punch. He could even feel himself left off the ground by a few inches. Huey put both arms around his stomach as he stumbled back. Michael then quickly grabbed Huey shoulders with his hands and pulled him forward, striking him in the stomach with his knee.

Huey grunted in pain from the attack and was momentarily helpless as Michael threw him into the nearby wall. The second he hit the wall Michael grabbed Huey by the collar and held him in place as he punched his face into the wall. Michael pulled his arm back and punched again. And again. And again. Huey felt his vision begin to blur from the strength of each punch. Michael was about hit Huey for a fifth time, but just when his fist was an inch away from his face Huey stopped it by clasping Michael's wrist with both his hands. Michael let go of Huey's collar as he tried to move back, but Huey then ran up along wall at lightning speed and landed right behind Michael, twisting his arm back with him. Michael dropped down to one knee, as Huey twisted his arm around again, trapping him in a submissive hold.

Michael lowered his head down and it seemed as though he was about to give in, until he suddenly pushed himself upward, hitting Huey in the face with the back of head. Once Huey had loosened his grip, Michael struck him with his elbow, first in his side and then then in the face, knocking Huey to the ground. Huey lay on the floor for a second, as his head continued to spin. He opened his eyes to Michael jump off the wall and into the air, with his elbow pointing down. Huey rolled out of the way just before Michael landed on him. Huey then stood back up, his hands raised, and ready for another bout.

The two of them then charged forward at the same time and began to match each other blow for blow. Michael threw his right fist at Huey, but he swatted it away with his right hand and then jabbed at Michael with a left hook. Huey then gave him a right hook, but Michael blocked it with his upper arm. Huey tried again with his left hand, but this time Michael grabbed his arm as it was extended and struck Huey across the face with his fist. Michael threw another punch at Huey, but Huey moved to the Michael's side as he came forward. Michael quickly pulled his arm back and tried to hit Huey in the head with his elbow, but Huey blocked it with both his arms raised as a shield. Using his other hand, Michael then hit Huey's lower stomach while his arms were still up, but then Huey swung both his hands at Michael's head, hitting him on both ears simultaneously.

Michael groaned as he moved backwards, grabbing his head. Huey then tried to give Michael a round house kick to the head, but Michael recovered fast enough to block it with the back fist of his left hand and the open palm of the other. Michael threw another left swing that Huey blocked with his right arm. However Michael then raised his opposite leg and kicked Huey in the head on his other side. Huey tried to block the kick with just one arm but it wasn't enough and he spun in the air as he fell down, landing on his front. Huey pushed himself up with one arm, now beginning to feel a pan of fatigue coming over him. Huey's eyes wandered over to a small open cupboard. He saw a small yet thick looking book. Right beside it was a DVD box set of The Bourne Identify series. An idea came into his head.

Huey jumped back up, with the book in his hand. Taking the side of the book, Huey stuck Michael in the throat with the spin. Michael coughed as he grabbed his throat. Huey followed up with a slap to the face with the book and punched him with the back of the book, pushed by his fist.

"Rip off" Michael croaked. Huey raised his leg up and kicked Michael squarely in the chest, sending him flying straight into the kitchen.

Huey ran into the kitchen just as Michael stood back up. Once he was close enough Michael took a left jab at Huey, but ducked to the side and grabbed his arm. Holding his arm out Huey punched Michael in face and in his side underneath his arm. Michael then took a right jab Huey, which was also blocked and countered with an open palm thrust to his chest. Huey then hit Michael again, twice in the face, his stomach and finally gave another kick to the chest, this time sending up an arc in the air. Michael landed with a loud crash onto the kitchen table, breaking apart as he fell through it. He showed no signs of getting back up.

Huey put his hands on his knees and he panted heavily, completely exhausted. He had never fought Michael before and now he knew that Michael was one tough opponent. The next time they fought, Huey would need to be on his edge. Collecting himself, Huey began to limp back to the hall, where he found the lockbox. Picking it up, he walked over to the door. He pulled it open and was about to step outside when he suddenly stopped. He stood in the doorway for a minute and looked back inside the house with some regret. Huey looked down at the ground and closed his eyes tightly.

Michael lay on the broken table, staring up at the ceiling pensively. He heard Huey open the front door and the nothing. He now waited for confirmation. He then heard the front door close once again and closed his eyes in acceptance. He opened them again when he heard a clanking sound right beside him. Michael turned his head to the side to see Huey setting down the lockbox beside him and taking a seat on the floor.

"This aint right" Huey said quietly.

"You really believe that?" Michael asked.

"I wanted to help my brother, but I ended up becoming something worse"

"I'd say" Michael grunted. "You ended up becoming something better"

"But what Riley?" Huey asked.

"Well that's….regretful" Michael said vaguely. "We can mourn for a while but I sure we'll move on in about three to four weeks-"

"Yo what the fuck happened here?"

Huey looked up to see Riley entering the kitchen, completely unscathed and examining the destruction that had taken place.

"Riley!" Huey said in surprise. "You're okay?"

"Of course am okay? What the fuck wouldn't I be?"

"I saw you get kidnapped!"

"Oh no see that was Ed and Rummy" he said with a grin. "See Nolan Gould is coming to town right, so they be thinking about kidnapping him, but then Rummy be like, no we gots to practice cos you know practice makes perfect, so I say to them, yo what do ya'll try to kidnap me and they be like oh yeah, buts you know they don't tell me when it happens so today when they got I really wasn't ready for it you know. I think I even shit myself a little, hahaha. So what the fuck is with you two huh?"

Huey and Michael stared at Riley in anger. They exchanged a quiet look with each other the back to Riley.

"Get em"

Rising up from the ground, Huey and Michael ran at Riley who screamed in fear and ran down the hall as they chased after him.


Once again Huey stood in front of his tree looking out at Woodcrest, still reeling both mental and physically over what happened, though he had another reason for being here.

"Wow you look like you been through a shit storm"

Huey turned to face the White Shadow, who gave him a small grin.

"Figured you'd show up here" Huey said.

"Good observation" he replied. "Though if you wanted to talk then you could have just asked, considering that I'm always watching you"

"I just realised something. You were right, you really are just a paranoid delusion I made up from my own suspicions. I guess this means I really am a sick person"

"Believe me Huey" the White Shadow said. "I've seen some really sick freaks out there in my time and you don't even come close"

Huey stared up at the man for a minute in silence aside from the wind blowing past them. It was then Huey glanced to the side to see Michael walking the hill straight in front of him. Huey looked back at the White Shadow who remained where he was, but Huey didn't really care knowing that Michael wouldn't see him.

"Thought I'd find you here" Michael said once he reached the top of the hill. He stood right beside the White Shadow. Michael glanced over in his direction and then back to Huey.

"Who's he?" he asked.

Huey opened his mouth slightly in shock at what Michael had just said. He looked back and forward between the two of them

"You….you can see him?" Huey asked.

"Yeah" Michael replied, uncertain. "Why wouldn't I?"

"So…" Huey said, looking over at the White Shadow. "You're real?"

"Told you I was didn't I?" he replied.

"So you really are watching me all the time"

"Yes I am"

"Whoa I'm I missing something here?" Michael asked.

"I am, as Huey so named me, the White Shadow" he said. "I'm a special agent who keeps an eye on Huey. I spoke to him, just before your little melee combat and just suggested that maybe he should take a peek inside that little lockbox of yours"

"You manipulated me" Huey growled. "Why?"

"Oh because I can. Because I know you Huey. Because I wanted to see if there really is something special about and as it turns out there isn't"

"Hey Hugo Weaving" Michael said. "I've always like to think that intelligence is subjective, but it seems like your one dumb fuck. You spend all that time watching Huey and you don't seem to know jack shit about him"

"Really? You going to defend him after he almost stole that little secret you're so desperate to keep safe?"

"Yeah, but he didn't follow through. Because that's who he is, man. He's a smart guy who does what he has to do. And what he usually has to do is normally the right thing"

"Well" he said with a raised eyebrow. "You really seem to have a lot of faith in him. Let's see if that holds out to be true". With that the White Shadow walked in behind the tree and vanished.

"You really mean that?" Huey asked.

"Of course" Michael replied. "Look man, I only came up here to tell you, am not mad at you for what you did. You were only doing what you thought was right. That's all anyone can do. And they got to do until the bitter end. Unfortunately ever once in a while some people will end up colliding with each other and when that happens, you just have to clean up the mess afterwards."

"Even if you forgive me" Huey said solemnly, "that doesn't mean I can forgive myself"

"Yourself will get over yourself. He's a pretty decent guy. So, we cool?" Michael raised a fist up in the air and held it in front of Huey. Huey looked down at his fist for a second before bumping it against his own.

"Yeah, we cool"

"Good" Michael said. He lowered his fist down again and looked Huey straight in the face. However in just a split second, Michael thrust himself forward and head-butted Huey in the face, causing him to fall back to the ground. Huey sat up clutching his nose, as it began to bleed. Michael stood over him, with some blood on his forehead.

"But don't ever touch my lockbox" he said while pointing him finger down at Huey, who gave no response but to close his eyes and lay back on the grass with a quiet groan.


In dimly lit room, a young girl kneeled in a circle of medium sized red balls. She slowly rose to her feet and took a deep inhale. There was a creak heard behind her, as a wooden board with a target painted on appeared out of the ground. Grabbing on of the balls, the girl threw it at the board at an incredible speed, sending the ball straight through the wood. Soon a series of targets appeared on all around the room. The girl began to hit each one with perfect accuracy. Finally a wooden dummy fell down from the ceiling, suspended by some rope. The dummy was particularly small and seemed to be wearing an afro wig.

The girl picked up one last ball and threw at the dummy with a vicious grunt, knocking its head clean off. The dark haired girl watched as the head rolled right at her feet.

"I am ready, Huey Freeman" she said with a dark venom in her voice.