A/N: Here's chapter 13 and Riley is leading a raid on George Bush High. Will he finally get ihs chance at Kyle? Once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak for reviewing and giving great feedback, everyone else please review so I can get your feedback as well.

A/N II: So here is the first interactive part of the story. I'm giving my readers the chance to name the play Jason and Riley used to hurt Kyle and Rex. Send your names for the play in a review and I will use the best one.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks, Aaron McGruder and Sony Pictures does.

Chapter 13 – An Eye for an Eye

The Escalade sped down the street past the sign that marked the end of Woodcrest and into Riverton. Inside Ed had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was pushing the buttons on his two way pager.

"I can't believe we're back to this nigga technology again." Rummy said shaking his head in the passenger seat. "He's sitting in the seat behind us, just use your mouth."

"Bitches love two way pagers," Ed said his attention only half on the road and the other half on his pager. He was not really paying any attention to Rummy.

"So you like two way pagers Riley," Jason commented from the back seat unable to resist the easy set up. "Cuz the only one he seems to be paging is you."

"I ain't no bitch," Riley said throwing his pager away.

"Just cuz you throw it away doesn't mean you weren't using it." Rummy added.

Riley's pager went off then and he looked down at it and then over at Jason who could see he wanted to pick it up.

"Go ahead," Jason smirked and Riley went to reach for it. "Bitch." Riley snapped up ignoring the pager, but his eyes were still drawn to it.

"Do any of you know where we're going?" Ed asked as they drove into downtown Riverton.

"It should be a few block over from here," Rummy said reaching under his chair to pull out some brass knuckles and passing them back to Jason. "Everyone ready for this?"

"Niggas gonna pay," Riley said pulling out a crowbar.

"We're here," Ed said peeling onto the school grounds. "Let's fuck up some shit."

George Bush High was high class school with four floors. The top two floors were made completely of glass. The school was surrounded by a parking lot and in the back they could see the flood lights of their stadium. By the number and set up of the lights they had to separate fields. The school it's self was shaped like a blocky figure eight with a small quad near the main doors.

Ed, Jason, and Riley got out of the Escalade while Rummy moved over into the driver's seat. "I'll meet you guys inside after I'm done."

Ed cocked his dual pistols as Rummy sped off for the fields and shot a round into the top floors of the building shattering one of the large panes of glass. The glass rained down like tiny crystals in the street light. "Time to roll."

When they found the main doors locked, Ed shot out the lock and kicked it in. "Kee-yah bitch."

"We need to get to the gym," Jason said looking at the school map hanging just inside the main doors. "This way." Jason led them down one of the school wings. He was the only one without some type of large weapon as anything worth bringing he could not use properly with his injured ribs. He did however have on brass knuckles Rummy had slipped him in the car. They were light weight and still let him cause some damage without breaking his hands. The last thing he needed to do was break something as valuable as his precious hands.

"Ya think anyone is here?" Riley said as they ran through the school.

"No it's too late and who would expect us to retaliate the same night," Jason said as they came to the gym wing. "Shall we?" He punched his fist into the nearest locker denting the painted metal and breaking the lock so it popped open.

Riley brought his crowbar into another locker bending the door nearly in half. "Which one ya think is dat niggas?" He smashed another locker.

"Who cares," Ed said shooting at the wall of lockers.

"I wish dat punk ass nigga was here right now," Riley said smashing another locker. "I'd break his face like a real nigga."

"Then why don't you try it," Kyle said drawing their attention back down the hall where, Kyle and Rex stood with several of their linemen. "You should not have come here."

"Nah I kinda like it here nigga," Riley said smacking his crowbar against his open palm. "I was hopin' to smack a fool tonight."

"Get them," Kyle ordered his linemen who charged down the narrow hallway at the trio.

"I got right," Jason said glad he decided to take one of his painkillers before they left. Without it he would have been able to run never mind throw effective punches and be able to dodge.

"I want centre," Riley replied dropping his crowbar. There was no need for weapons in this fight. Only a bitch brought a weapon to a fist fight and until someone else drew one he would use his fists.

"Then I'll take what's left," Ed said a psychopathic smile on his face and he put away his guns.

The linemen came at them like a wave hitting rocks. Riley ducked under the wide swing of the first linemen that reached him. Bunching his legs he shot off into the lineman's torso driving his shoulder into his gut, doubling him over. With the larger man know bent over, Riley drove his knee into the lineman's face and threw him to the side as the next one came his way.

To his right, Jason had similarly ducked under a punch but rather then lead with his shoulder he led with his fist driving his brass knuckled fist into the gut of his linemen before bringing a massive left hook to his face. The knuckles smashed apart the lineman's face, breaking his nose and possibly his cheekbone. The linemen fell like a sack of grain in a growing puddle of blood.

On his left Ed was not having such an easy time. Not a good fighter, Ed was doing his best to simply distract the linemen from turning in on Riley or Jason. Without his guns Ed was just another rich white boy who did not know how to fight and he was too stupid to remember any of the limited training the military gave him, as expected when the only thing on his mind was bitches.

Riley sidestepped another punch before landing a solid kick to the back of his current opponent's leg. He followed the kick up with a light jab to the face and then a stronger hook dropping his second linemen. There was only one more in front of him and rather than waiting for the lineman to come to him Riley charged the Linemen hoping to be the first one to Kyle.

The lineman tried to throw a low punch as Riley came in, but after years of taking beatings from Huey, the lineman seemed like a pylon. Riley fell down and slid past the stretched out linemen. Jumping back to his feet behind him, Riley placed a sweeping kick at the back of the lineman's knee, buckling it. As the lineman went down, Riley grabbed his hand and with a short burst of speed forward drove the lineman's face into the ground.

Once again on his right, Jason blocked a punch with an under hook as he had done to Riley when they first met. He under hooked the other arm and stepped around the last lineman and rather than sweep out his feet as that would put too much torque on his side, he fed shots to the lineman's side before disengaging. He grabbed the man's head with both hand and though it caused him a little pain, Jason drove his knee into the man's face repeatedly until he went limp.

"Ah fuck this shit," Ed said after taking a punch from his opponent. He pulled out his guns and pointed them at the two remaining linemen. "Get the fuck down."

Faced with the barrels of two pistols the linemen immediately dropped to the ground and put their hands behind their hands. "That's right bitches don't fuck with a Wuncler."

"Keep dose two dere, Ed," Riley said as he and Jason advanced on Rex and Kyle.

"Do something about this Rex," Kyle ordered, a hint of fear creeping into his voice as the duo advanced on them.

"I'll get rid of these rats," Rex said stepping forward cracking his knuckles.

Riley looked over to Jason as they both began to pick up speed for a running charge. They moved in perfect synchronization as if they were both thinking the same thing. They crisscrossed just before they got to Rex. Like the last time they hit Rex, Riley went in low targeting Rex's knee which was in a brace from his last hit. Rather than leading with his shoulder though, Riley did a baseball slid angling his foot up. He caught Rex in the inside of his knee with the bottom of his foot buckling it.

As they crisscrossed and Riley went down, Jason planted one foot on the wall and pushed off aiming just below Rex's head with his left fist, using his uninjured side to get in his full power. As Riley made contact and Rex buckled his head fell in the path of Jason's fist and the brass knuckles combined with the moment gained from his push off the wall lifted Rex right off his feet and threw him into the lockers, busting even more of them up.

Riley jumped back to his feet facing Kyle with a wide grin on his face. "Now dere is only ya cracka."

"No please don't hurt me," Kyle pleaded dropping to his knees. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you guys alone from now on. I've learned my lesson, please don't hurt me."

Riley and Jason advanced on him, stopping just out of striking range encase Kyle tried something, but they were close enough that if Kyle tried to run it would take only one explosive burst from either teen to catch him.

"What do you think Reezy, should we spare him?" Jason asked his cocky smirk given a flare of evil.

"Nah dawg dis niggas got ta pay what he owes," Riley said.

"Any ideas what we should do with him?" Jason asked.

Riley looked across the hall and into the gym office where he could see out the window onto the school grounds and an idea came to him. "I have an idea. Grab em."

Jason obliged and made a grab for Kyle. He grabbed the snivelling quarterback by the neck and pulled him in close. "Now what?"

"Bring da bitch outside," Riley said. "Ed pistol whip dose two?"

"Alright Riley," Ed laughed smacking the remaining two linemen in the back of the head with his pistols knocking them unconscious.

Rummy brought the Escalade back out front of the school beaming with pride at the job he just finished. They would not be using the field anytime in the near future. He came out of the field just in time to see Riley exited the school closely followed by Jason who was dragging Kyle out by his hair. Ed came out last rubbing the side of his face.

"What are you going to do with him?" Rummy asked leaning out of the SUV.

"We're gonna teach him a lesson," Riley said pointing to the flag pole. "Ed, bring dat flag down for me."

"No, no not the flag pole, I'll be humiliated," Kyle cried as Jason dragged him over to the pole.

Ed quickly brought the flag down and unclipped it from the pole. Jason brought Kyle over who was trying to put up one last struggle. He clipped the struggling cry baby in the side of the head to shut him up. With a final yank he brought Kyle close enough for Ed to clip on of Kyle's back belt rings to the pole and he pulled him up the pole. Meanwhile Riley snapped photos with his phone to show the rest of their team.

"Have a good night," Riley waved to Kyle who was suspended nearly twenty feet in the air as they piled back into the Escalade.

"We could get into some real shit for this," Jason said as Rummy peeled back onto the road and sped off back for Woodcrest. "It's a good thing Ed's grandfather owns the police."

"For once I have to agree," Rummy said. "There was no careful planning involved in this one."

Rummy pulled the Escalade up to the Freeman house half an hour later and Jason and Riley climbed out. Once they were out Rummy sped off for Ed's grandfather's mansion.

Huey and Caesar were waiting for them outside on the porch. They had already decided to spend the night at the Freeman house before they had left.

"I don't want to know anything," Huey said seeing the blood spattered on their clothes. He went back inside the house leaving Riley, Jason, and Caesar on the front porch.

"So what did you do?" Caesar asked his face light with expectation.

"Boy where have you being?" Granddad's voice came out from inside the house.

"We had business to take care of Granddad," Riley said as they entered the house.

"At that white boy's school?" Granddad asked his curiosity peeked. Normally he would not condone such actions but sometimes a nigga needed to do what a nigga had to do. "What did you do to that white boy?"

"Ran him up a flag pole," Jason answered.

"You ran him up the flag pole!" Granddad laughed. "I wish I had seen that."

"We have some pictures," Riley said tossing Granddad his phone. "We're gonna go play Madden 11. Turn the phone off when you're done." Jason and Caesar followed Riley up to his and Huey's room where Huey was reading a new book on Malcolm X.

With their beef finally over with Kyle Huey and the gang now have to look toward their next game. Will they find a new place to practice? What is in store for them when they meet their next opponent, the dirtiest team in the league?