Chapter 2
"I'M BACK, NIIIIIIIGGGGGGAAAAAAA!" –Colonel Stinkmeaner
I've always wanted to do that, but it's hard to find the appropriate situation. And considering I'm white, that "appropriate situation" does not exist. Anyway, on to the story.
Disclaimer: Believe it or not, the creator of the Boondocks creator doesn't spend his time writing Fan Fiction about the show he owns. (Shocked Gasps)
. . .
"Ming, are you out of your Goddamn mind?!" Huey screamed at her and Cairo. They had just made it back to the van, and when they got inside, Huey was livid. "You could have been killed!"
"First of all, probably," she admitted, which earned a few surprised glances. "And second, those guys were pussies. We killed them both in a minute,"
"Pussies?" Tatiana said dumbfounded. "Those guys killed at least two hundred people in the same time it took you both to kill two. We need to be more careful,"
"I had to save his life. All of you were going to let him die!" Ming screamed. "I'm alive, he's alive, were all fucking alive! I'm not going to watch anyone else die!"
"She's right," Caesar said stepping forward, surprising everyone. Other than Jazmine and Huey, he hated Cairo most. "She did the right thing, and it's in the past. They would have killed him. But that's not what we need to focus on. We need shelter, and we need it fast,"
Huey looked down and sighed. He then took a look over at Jazmine, who gave a small nod.
"Alright fine," Huey conceded. "Cairo can stay. We just need to find a place,"
"Aye, nigga what 'bout Ed's safe house?" Cindy suggested, to which Riley nodded his head. However, the rest looked at them confused.
"Ed's safe house is where me, C-Murph, Ed, or Rummy goes when we piss off da po-po," Riley said.
"It's 5 miles outside of town, unda ground, and it's big as a fucking mansion!" Cindy explained. "Me and Young Reezy got a key," She said taking it out.
"Den what we doing waiting around? Cleopatra asked "Let's get out before more of them come after us,"
"Too late," Hiro said looking out of the back window. "Their coming,"
Everyone turned to see what Hiro was talking about. When they looked through, they saw a military Jeep filled with Chinese soldiers, along with several of them driving on ATVs
"DRIVE HUEY, DRIVE!" Everyone screamed as he jumped back into the driver's seat. He put the keys in the ignition and hit the gas. For a van of its colossal size, it went extremely fast. However, the Jeep and ATV's were right on their tail.
"Riley, how far is this place?" Huey yelled back, looking through his mirrors and watching them get far too close for comfort.
"Itz 'bout ten miles out!" Riley yelled in response watching the Chinese soldier through the back door of the window.
"Fuck!" Huey muttered under his breath. They needed to shake these guys fast.
"Caesar, Hiro! Open up the floor board!" Huey screamed back.
That is when Hiro noticed a small door handle on the ground, and he lifted it up. When he opened it, his and everyone around him jaws dropped. In the floor was enough weapons for a small army. AK-47s, Glock-17 pistols, Tommy guns, crossbows, bows and arrows, katanas, grenades, Colt Pythons, M-16s, throwing stars, sniper rifles, machetes, Browning BDAs, shotguns, mini Uzis, a Rocket Launcher, and an extremely large amount of ammo.
"Nigga, why do you need this much shit?" Cairo asked, still staring at the largest supply of weapons he's ever seen.
"I always thought the government would want me dead. I just didn't know which one," Huey said dryly.
Everyone except Huey and Jazmine grabbed a gun, opened the back door and began to firing. Tatiana, showing surprising accuracy, managed to shoot one of the bikers in the chest, causing his lifeless body and his bike to crash into a fellow soldier. However, no one else seemed to have much luck. Fortunately, none of the soldiers had begun to shoot at them.
"Jazmine!" Riley screamed, throwing her a mini Uzi, "I need yo mulatto ass to shoot dees slope eyed bitches!"
"A-are you crazy!?" Jazmine stammered in shock. "I can't kill another human being!"
Just then, a single bullet was fired out of the enemy soldier's gun. It didn't hit anyone, but it did manage to take a chunk out of one of Jazmine's afro puff.
. . .
"You idiot!" the middle aged soldier screamed in Chinese at the younger one who was sitting next to him, holding the smoking pistol that barely missed the head of according to their records was Jazmine Dubois. "Mr. Long Dou wants them all alive." he hissed.
. . .
Jazmine stood their clutching the piece of hair she lost, tears welling up in her eyes. Everyone crowded up around her. "They ruined my hair," she managed to say.
Just then, her sadness turned to anger. Her eyes became red with fury. She picked up the mini Uzi, pushed pass the group in front of her, and aimed the gun at the soldiers.
"Sons of bitches!" She screamed before she shot at all of them. All of the bikers were shot off their bikes in the hearts or heads, killing them immediately. When she got around to the Jeep, instead of shooting the gunman or the driver, she shot the engine, causing the entire jeep to explode into an epic inferno. The fire that erupted was so powerful it could be felt all through the van. Pieces of the jeep and parts of the soldiers' body came raining down through the air. Jazmine simply took the smoking end of the gun, blew the smoke away, and lied it down before closing the doors.
Having done that, she turned back to the stunned group. The brutal furious killer seemed to have faded away, and Jazmine was beaming like her normal self.
"So how did I do?" Jazmine said excitedly, hoping that the group thought she did a good job.
However, the only thing that happened was everyone just stared at her, in shock that the innocent girl who up until a year ago thought Santa was Jesus, had with pinpoint accuracy killed several highly trained soldiers within seconds. Even Huey was still shocked by what he saw when he looked back.
"Holy Shit," Caesar said, being the only person who could manage to make it through the shock to say something.
Seeing that at this time this would be the closest thing she'd get to a review of her marksmanship, jumped up and down jubilantly clapping. "Yippee! Thanks Caesar!"
"Dayum! Yo shot the shit outta 'em!" said Cindy reclaiming her cool, and both Riley and Ming gave Jazmine a high five.
"Wait a sec," Cairo yelled toward the back of Huey's seat. "If you had all this stuff, why was Ming the only one to come and help me?!"
"I thought you could handle it," Huey said glancing back.
Cairo's fist clenched. He wanted nothing more than to punch Huey right in the face. However, seeing he was driving the van, and that Jazmine had just shown the willingness to kill a person over her hair, Cairo just took a step back.
Huey took a look around the road, realizing how fast he was driving he must be close to the safe house. However, the only thing that he saw was open road, not a single sign of civilization. The only thing there was open road and large fields, dusted over with some light snow.
"Riley, Cindy; how far are we from the Safe House?" Huey asked, looking around.
Riley and Cindy made a look at each other and smirked.
"Nigga, make a left into dat field." Riley said pointing.
Huey raised an eyebrow, naturally suspicious of anything Riley says. However given the circumstances, he didn't have too many options, so Huey complied. He made the turn, the van mowing down the cornfield.
"Stop 'ere, nigga" Cindy said. They all piled out of the hand, being in the middle of a cornfield.
"What the hell?" Ming said looking around. "There's nothing here."
Riley and Cindy ignored her complaint, and headed toward a large clump of dirt in the ground. Huey looked at it, and noticed that there was an odd indent in the dirt, in the shape of an incredibly small gun connected to a crucifix. Riley took off his chain, and sure enough, pressed the center into the whole, which fit perfectly.
"PASSWORD PLEASE" a mechanical voice said that felt like it came from everywhere. Ming went to grab her knives and Huey his Katana; until they were reassured it was just part of the security system.
"Realz niggas don't use no goddamn password, mothafucka," Riley said calmly. Just then, there was a large rumble in the ground. This caused Jazmine, and Cleopatra to jump, and for Tatiana to trip and fall into Hiro. Then suddenly, four metal walls surrounded them and the van. Once it was at 10 feet, the top became closed off like a box the area in it began to lower into the ground, going at an incredibly fast speed.
"What the fuck?" Caesar stammered, as they continued to lower.
"Riley, I thought you said this was just a safe house?" Huey said looking at his brother.
"What you expectin' nigga? Fow the grandkid of a billionaire to be stayin in some shitty ass Super 8 when the po-po is after his ass?" Riley responded.
The humongous elevator came to a stop, and the walls began to descend, and they realized they were in a gigantic garage, filled with several luxury cars, like Ferraris, Mustangs, Maseratis, Mercedes, double Decker RVs, Lamborghinis, and even an Army Tank!
"Huey, park dat big ass van and then me and C-Murph will give y'all a tour," Riley said to the group. "Oh, and take those weapons out of it. We'll put dat shit in da armory"
"Riley, there is way too much stuff for just one trip," Ming pointed out.
"Den whatcha niggas waitin' fow? Let's get dis shit out!" Cindy ordered, as everyone rushed toward the van. It took them ten minutes to take out all of the weaponry, which was put into a large pile by the wall. Riley dialed a number into a pad on the wall and the wall behind the weapons opened, the weapons all went in it on a conveyer belt device, and went up.
"Okay, let's go!" Riley said opening up another elevator in the wall, the size of Huey and Riley's room.
Huey took a deep breath. This should be interesting.
. . .
At the end of the tour, Huey made a mental list of what each floor had in it (The lower the floor, the higher the number.
Garage
Fitness Floor: Swimming Pool, Hot tub, Basketball court and a Gym
Media Center: 100 inch flat screen TV, massage chairs, X-Box, a few computers, a bunch of different movies, and a Popcorn and Cotton Candy machine.
Dining room/Kitchen: Large dining area, and a Kitchen filled with a large amount of canned and flash frozen food
Armory: Filled with along with all of Huey's weapons, the weapons that were all ready there. These were the same as Huey's, but twenty times the quantity
Bedrooms: Several different master bedrooms with King sized beds, flat screens, hot tubs, and master bathrooms
Security center: surveillance of the safe house and kept track of oxygen supplies.
"Okay, thatz a wrap!" Riley said entering the media center and taking a seat. After flipping through the channels he finally found "Coming to America", he then turned on the massage chair and just let everything go.
"Ooooohhhhhhh Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh, Dis is sooome goooood shhhhhhhhiiiiiiitttttttt" He said reclining in the massage chair.
"Why the heck did Rummy and Ed need a place this big?" Jazmine asked, still trying to take in everything that was going on.
"Wuncler didn't want to have to deal with Ed III mug shots, so he built him dis big ass Bat cave," Cindy responded.
"We need a plan to fight the soldiers," Ming said "I say once every couple of days we have four or five of us go up and-"
"No way," Hiro said interrupting her. "That's way too dangerous. We're better off waiting down here until the coast. Once things get calmer we'll-"
"NO!" Ming screamed, causing Hiro and the others to take a step back. Even Riley raised his head and turned off the chair. Tears began to emerge in Ming's eyes "You all don't understand! Those soldiers are here for me! I escaped China when I found out my Grandfather's plans, and I put everyone in danger! This is my fault! We need to do something!"
Ming kneeled to the ground sobbing. Jazmine and Caesar also kneeled to try and comfort her, while the others watched sympathetically. She then hugged Caesar, which helped her regain her calm. When she hugged Caesar, she felt like she was a new person.
"Wait a minute," Huey said confused. "What was this plan your Grandfather had?"
Ming looked up at him, her face still red. "I guess I should explain it from the beginning. After my leg heeled and I went back to China, my grandfather began my punishment. He had my teammates beaten within an inch of their lives, and forced me to watch. They are all still in comas, and need constant medical care. Then after six years of torturing me, I heard he planned to pull the plug on all of them unless . . ." Ming stopped and lowered her gaze, not wanting to look anyone in the eyes when she said what follow. ". . . Unless I killed Huey"
Huey jumped back in shock. He always knew the Chinese were upset by the game's outcome, but he never feared for his life over it.
"I couldn't do that, so I stole a flight schedule, pretended to go along with their testing's until they took away the guards, and then took the first chance I got. But now they are here, killing innocent people. I need to stop them,"
Ming finally stopped, and Huey kneeled down next to her. "Don't worry Ming," he said calmingly. "We'll all help you, right?" He said looking around, to which everyone in the room signaled their agreement.
Ming wiped off her face, and looked up at her friends and smiled. For the first time in six years, she didn't feel alone.
. . .
Washington DC, White House, Situation Room.
Ten men and two women were crowded around the long table, either dressed in military uniforms or regular suits, screaming and arguing. Their angry rants were so loud, it was impossible to make out what they were saying. However, they all came to a stop when the door opened, and at the end of the table sat the Commander and Chief, Barack Obama, looking angry.
"Okay people, I need answers, and I need them now!" He said pounding his fist on the desk.
"Well Mr. President," said a tall elderly man in a suit, "the Chinese are saying that–"
"Not that, you idiot!" President Obama screamed. "It's me and Michelle's date night, we were just about to go, and now I have you all telling me I need to be hear immediately! This better be important!"
The twelve advisors all looked at each other, realizing that they still needed to tell him. "Well," a middle aged brunette woman with her hair in a bun said. "This is a video we got from Woodcrest, Maryland." She turned on the video on the big screen, which showed the Chinese soldiers gunning down innocent people, and capturing the majority and putting them in people's houses that had been converted into prisons. Obama's jaw hit the floor, as each seen got bloodier and bloodier. The final reel showed an obese black man with disproportionate eyes fighting the Chinese soldiers, until they managed to handcuff and detain him. The final thing he said before being taken away was "Fuck ya yellow niggas! How da hell did ya even fly here? You chinks can't even drive!" Then the video ended.
"Wow," President Obama said dumbfounded "Wait a second, wasn't that the guy who threw a bunch of bricks at me when I was campaigning?"
"Our sources say yes, however we still need to do something, about this," a middle aged man in a suit and glasses said.
"What can we do? We don't have the manpower?" Obama said exasperated.
"Well, sir, if we don't attack Syria, we can send the men to liberate Woodcrest instead. Seeing that the only reason we're going to Syria is because you set an arbitrary red line," The man said, oblivious to his brutal honesty. However, his colleagues all stared at him in shock. President Obama just glared at him, but then smiled and began to laugh.
"Brilliant plan!" He said getting up. "Come and take a walk with me"
The man looked around, and got up. Obama put his hands on his shoulders and began to drive him toward the door.
"I love your input!" Obama said, opening the door, and standing there were two large body guards. "I really think we should . . ." Instead of continuing, Obama just pushed the man through the doorway.
"What the hell?" the man said looking back, only to see Obama making a hand cutting motion across his neck, then closing the door.
"So any other ideas?" Obama said loudly, so they could hear him over the sound of the screams from the man and the punches being administered by the two body guards.
The advisors all sat their nervously, disturbed by what just happened. Then the older man in the navy uniform spoke again.
"Well, the town is technically owned by Ed Wuncler, who owes the Chinese 20 billion dollars, so technically we could stay out of it,"
"Good," Obama said relieved. "Invite the Chinese here tonight, and have Biden address the American people tonight with their army's leader on it," Obama said getting up to leave.
"Sir," a younger, red headed woman said. "Are you sure that's wise? Biden isn't exactly the best speechmaker."
"Oh relax" Obama said looking back. "What could go wrong?"
. . .
The Safe House
Everyone was sitting around in the media center, watching TV while they ate the canned rice and beans. They were watching the Rockets-Heat game, which was 100-97 Rockets, down to its final second, and James had shot a three pointer; and just before they could see whether or not it went in, the screen went to President Joe Biden standing next to a Chinese soldier in the White House.
"Good evening, I'm VP Joe Biden, and this is Chinese commander Lee Wong Chow,"
"AND I'M RILEY FUCKING FREEMAN, AND IF YOU DON'T SHUT YO OLD AS DIRT TRAP, I'LL GO TO DC AND KICK YO ASS!" Riley screamed, to which Huey glared at him.
Joe Biden continued on. "I'm sure you are all as horrified as I am seeing the footage from Woodcrest. Sheriff murdered, crops burned, stores looted, people stampeded, and cattle raped. However, we must all remember that Woodcrest is owned by Ed Wuncler, who owes the Chinese 20 billion dollars. And it is the US government's position that if you owe someone that must money, all of that places possessions belong to you,"
There was a long pause. Huey stood in horror at what Biden just said. Not because of him not helping Woodcrest, but the massively dangerous blunder he just made. "Oh no,"
"Wait a second," Chow said, now smiling. "What if they owe over a trillion"
Biden shrugged "Is that more?"
Chow nodded, and Biden smiled foolishly. "Oh okay then. In that case, take 'em,"
The last thing that happened was Chow tackling the VP to the ground, and then there was nothing but static, and it returned to the game.
"Woo ho! Overtime bitches!" Riley screamed in joy, as everyone then glared over at him.
"Huey, what's going on?" Jazmine asked nervously.
Huey turned to the nine frightened faces. "The Chinese are now in control of the US. We're the last line of defense. We are at war."
Everyone looked at each other, mixed with nerves and a rush of adrenaline at the same time.
"We all need rest," Huey said. "But tomorrow, we start the attack,"
. . .
They had all decided to have two people per room, with boy friend and girlfriend each sharing a room. While everyone else had fallen asleep, Huey had only finished brushing his teeth. He stepped out of the master bathroom to see Jazmine lying on the bed, crying.
"Uh. . ." Huey stammered, trying to think what to say. "The bathrooms free,"
Smooth Huey, smooth, he thought to himself.
"What's it like, Huey?" Jazmine asked tearfully. "Not being able to see them again?"
Huey raised his eyebrow, waiting for her to clarify.
"I mean not being able to see your parents again," Jazmine explained, sitting up.
"Oh." Huey said sitting down next to her, patting her on the back. "Its okay, your parents are just fine,"
Jazmine's eyes showed a glimmer of hope, and her famous smile reappeared "Are you sure?"
Huey looked her in the eyes. "Don't worry, your parents are fine. Your dad wouldn't let them hurt your mom. He's . . ." Huey stopped, trying to think of an adjective that applies to Tom that would benefit him in a survival situation. "He's . . . he's . . .he has a good car,"
Wow Huey, you're on fire aren't you? And I thought it couldn't get worse Huey thought to himself again.
Jazmine cried into the pillow once again, now even louder.
"Jazmine," Huey said patting her on the back "I'm so sorry, I'll do anything to make you feel better,"
At this, Jazmine bolted up, and looked Huey right in the eyes. Then she flung her arms around him. Usually, Huey would have broken her grip, and probably have just put on the noise canceling head phones to drown out her whimpering from him rejecting her. But instead, Huey did something that surprised himself.
He hugged back.
. . .
Beijing, China
In an incredibly dark chamber, Mr. Long Dou stood before eight shadowy figures, pacing back and forth, and began to yell at them in Chinese
"In America, one of your old comrades has deserted you. Instead of standing by you all loyalty, she has chosen to align herself to the west. You capture her and her friends, you can each kill one as she and the afro boy watches! And I surely do not need to remind you all that in exchange for your services, your honor shall be restored," Mr. Long Dou then turned back to face all of them, a smile growing on his face, "Also, I hope you like the upgrades I gave you,"
The light then shines on the eight, all with different cybertronics modifications, but other than that, shared another thing in common.
They all had Chinese kickball uniforms on
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I hope you all like this plot twist! I've had an awesome time writing so far, and I can't wait to do the next chapter!
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