Boondocks Bay (The Boondocks/Worm Crossover)

Huey took a piss in one of the bathroom stalls. He barely had to go, but he wanted to get as much time out of the cafeteria as possible. Two people were at the ledge of the wall as he did it, they were talking amongst each other in chinese as they waited for Huey to finish.

“Another fucking monkey in school,” one of the asian kids laughed. He had tattoos across his arms. He was very clearly a hardened ABB member, and the friend he was speaking to was a novice.

It was like seeing a tall scrawny guy suck up to a short muscular kid. Both of them in the same age range, but vastly different in terms of ranking and reputation. “Yeah,” the scrawny one said with thin accent when he spoke. “Like we need another gangbanger.”

“I ought to fuck that kid up,” the brutish one said, “one less black guy to look at.”

“Haha,” the other one said, “yeah, you could totally kick his ass.”

Huey zipped up his fly, and walked over to the sink. He carefully washed his hands with soap and water and thoroughly dried his hands with the nearby paper rack. As soon as he threw the paper towels away, in fluent Mandarin Huey said, “I don’t like being laughed at.”

The two boys stopped laughing. Huey spun from behind and kicked the heavier boy across the face. The skinny one stepped back in shock. Huey pulled his leg in for a curl, and thrusted the kick into the boy’s stomach.

The ABB gang member, gritted his teeth. He charged at Huey and Huey spun behind him and slammed his face against the sink. The boy’s teeth broke, a small splat of blood fell on Huey’s face as the teenager fell to the ground quickly.

The skinny boy was crying as the gang member fell unconscious to the ground. Huey stepped out of the bathroom without saying another word. He stroked his hair. Supposedly the afro made him stick out compared to most boys. It was an out-of-style hairdo that Huey had a level of pride to.

His dress shirt and white t-shirt was stylish, outlining the leanness of his short body. He was still shorter than most sixteen year olds his age, but genetics predicted he’d be taller than most by the time he graduated.

Overall, his looks didn’t matter to him. Brockton Bay was his landscape, and it was his mission to change it.

Stepping out of the bathroom, three girls left the bathroom together laughing. They all stopped to take a glance at Huey. Huey’s eyes seemingly pierced into them. Sophia, who had previously been interested in Huey, looked at him with a changed expression. It was like a light switch, switching from predator to damsel at the face of changing circumstances. She would’ve said something, but the bell rang, and Madison nudged at her friend for them to leave.

Sophia smiled and winked at him, and he stayed quiet as the three girls left. Huey opened the door to the girl’s bathroom.

Inside, Taylor was staring at a mirror, yelling at herself. Huey took a step inside. “Here,” he said, tossing her a towel.

Taylor caught the towel in shock. “You’re… Not supposed to be here.”

“They’re not supposed to get away with that.”

Taylor frowned. Huey watched her as she washed her face. Huey let out a sigh, he understood very quickly that Taylor was in a place without control. That for one reason or another, she lacked the will or reason to do something about the punishment she’d just endured.

Huey said to her, “it’s worth taking a risk sometimes.”

“What?”

“You know you can escalate things, and you have nothing to lose. It’s worth it sometimes.”

“Trust me,” Taylor said with a chuckle, “I have plenty to lose.”

Huey decided to take her word for it. “All I know is, if you really want nothing to change, doing nothing guarentees that.”

“If I ever do anything to hurt those three, I guarantee my life will be worse than it is.”

“Maybe, but things don’t look that great for you anyway.”

Huey left the bathroom leaving Taylor more upset than she was before. If Huey hadn’t gone in to say something, Taylor probably would’ve tolerated those three. But Huey’s calm demeanor and factual tone infuriated her. He doesn’t know anything, she told herself.

Taylor left to the bathroom and headed towards the school exits. On her way out the doors, one of the new students yelled, “it was fucking you wasn’t it!”

“It wasn’t me!”

Riley smashed a kids face into the locker with full force. The kid nearly passed out as he fell back to the ground. Not giving him the opportunity to realize what had happened, Riley began kicking his ribs as the poor sap laid on the ground crying.

“If it wasn’t you, who was it nigga?”

The boy tried shielding his body, but Riley’s kick damaged his hands as much as it damaged it ribs.

“There’s a fucking nazi symbol on my lunchbox!”

Greg cried at Riley kicked, “you see any other bitch ass niggas drawing nazi pictures around here? Tell me who did it or your cherry cream colored ass belongs on the ground like the punk ass bitch that it is!”

“Riley,” Huey said appearing behind Taylor. “It wasn’t him. I saw the guy in our homeroom do it.”

Riley frowned, “you mean you saw the nigga that did it, and you didn’t say anything about it?”

Huey answered, “I thought you knew. The kid has a swastika on his neck.”

Riley frowned. He stared down at Greg lying on the ground sobbing. “Look nigga, I made a mistake. I’m sorry. Now don’t be a bitch and stop crying.”

Riley lowered his hand to help the boy up from the ground. Greg almost took the gesture, but then Mrs. Blackwell marched across the hallways.

“What the hell is going on here.”

Riley immediately backed away, “hold up, I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry!?” She helped Greg get up slowly. She said to him, “go to the nurse’s office. Riley and Huey, get to the principal's office right now.”

“Huey?” Taylor looked over at Huey. “Why him?”

The principal glared over at Huey. Huey shrugged, “I broke a guy’s teeth a few minutes ago.”

He headed off, leaving Taylor alone as the two brothers headed to the office. By the time they both left, a crowd had formed around Greg. As questions raised up, a very clear message was sent across the school. Don’t mess with the Freeman brothers.

 

Jazmine opened up her computer and turned on skype from behind the library shelves. She was in a quiet spot. Huey’s face popped up once she loaded up the webcam. “So…. How was school?”

“We got suspended.”

Jazmine smashed her face into her keyboard. Huey said, “we’re going to be doing community service. The guy Riley beat up isn’t pressing charges, the gang member I beat up had drugs on him, so I told them it was self defense. The suspension will end in a week.”

“That’s…” Jazmine wasn’t sure how relieved she should be, “better than I expected…. Seriously? Two fights in one day?”

Huey shrugged, “it could’ve been worse.”

“I guess so...”

Jazmine was in the library of Immaculata high. She wore a private school uniform, and was far more put together in her area than Huey was in his. Or rather, Jazmine was precisely where her mind could thrive, and Huey was exactly where his principles were needed.

Jazmine asked, “where’s Riley now?”

“Visiting you.”

Jazmine raised an eyebrow. “Aaaayooo!” A tall blonde girl in braids walked up behind Jazmine and gave her a big hug. Cindy had on a sports jacket and beanie hat. She had just finished school and left quickly to visit her friend. Cindy looked into the webcam and gave Huey a nod, “sup nigga.”

“Hey,” Huey answered plainly.

Jazmine murmured, “what are you doing here?”

“Got bored,” Cindy answered with a plain smile. “Arcadia high is full of a bunch of pansies. Figured I’d come here and stick with my ho instead.”

Jazmine’s mouth twitched, “do you mind… Winding down the language? This is a christian school...”

Cindy yelled aloud, “Bitch please! How else can a nigga get heard!”

The students nearby immediately glared in Cindy’s direction. It was the librarian that gave the most menacing stare. The teacher gave a silent threat to Cindy which said she had better stay quiet or leave immediately. “Sorry,” Cindy whispered while wincing at her gaze.

“Where’s Riley?” Jazmine asked.

“He’s outside, said he didn’t wanna get caught going in a white people’s school.”

Jazmine looked down at her school uniform. With a snicker she said, “yeah, that’s a pretty good description.”

Huey spoke through the webcam again, “Cindy, I need you to tell Huey to meet at the park by twelve. Or else I’m doing the patrols without him.”

“What’s wrong?” Cindy sticking her tongue out, “worried you’ll get your asse beat without him?”

“No,” Huey said. “But he wanted to be a villain, he might as well patrol the city before he does.”

XXX

The Mercedes Huey had was a gift from his grandad. Or rather, he stole it from Grandad and he stopped giving a fuck about what the rest of them did with it. Huey pulled up next to Riley at the central city park. “Get in.”

“You’re late,” Riley replied.

“I showed up right on time,” Huey said. “You were gonna be late on purpose, so I came here exactly when you came here so that I wouldn’t have to wait for you.”

Riley chuckled, he got into the back seat behind him. The Mercedes drove up to some of the ‘wealthier’ houses in the city. First it came up to Jazmine’s house. She was closing the door as the car pulled up outside. “Alright dad, I’ll be back before two!” She closed the door and went down the steps before taking the passenger seat next to Huey.

“You know you basic in that, right?”

Jazmine glared at Riley. He was referring to the ‘costume’ she had on. It was a girl scout’s uniform Cindy had stolen for her. Jazmine thought it looked cute, so she figured it would make an innocent looking costume for herself, as she patrolled with Riley and Huey.

“Shut up,” Jazmine said, “Mr B-I-G wannabe.”

“Aye,” Riley groaned, “don’t say my nigga’s name unless its for respect.”

“Riley,” Huey interrupted them, “you weren’t born when Biggie was shot.”

“That’s not the point. He’s my nigga in soul. I ain’t never met him, but we connected like brothers.”

“Brothers, right.”

“Oiy, why’d you say it like that!?”

“Enough,” Jazmine injected. “Get over yourselves. Both of you.”

Huey and Riley fell quiet, they reached Cindy’s house two streets down. Cindy climbed down the window of her second floor room as they came up. After jumping on a bush and shaking herself off, she walked forward and took a seat next to Riley.

“Finally,” she let out a moan, “what took so long?”

“Huey/Riley was late.” Huey and Riley said at the same time. The girls chuckled, and they drove off to the inner city together.

“What’s the plan?” Huey asked Jazmine.

The four of them began putting on their masks. Huey had cyberpunk visors on. It was in tune with the rest of his attire. A cyan black jacket that tightly fitted his body, outlining the toned body underneath.

Riley had a more thuggish look to him. Classic red jersey with an unzipped front, silver chains hung down his neck and of course he kept his jeans as loose as possible. Riley’s bandana provided the needed protection to his identity, but he supposedly had it long before he ever triggered.

“I say we hit the E88 first,” Cindy suggested, “show them what some real niggers can do.”

Cindy had on a turquoise colored track jacket. She had black track pants and a beanie, making it look like she was headed to the gym. She and Jazmine only wore domino masks as their costumes.

“Nigga, Cindy,” Huey corrected her. “Nigger is the derogatory term used to disenfranchise the black man in the name of social inequality and segregation. Nigga is the ironic term used by the black man to signify brotherhood.”

“Shit, I get them mixed up,” Cindy said half embarrassed. “Aight nigga, so the E88’s first?”

“No,” Huey said. “It’s ten against four, I don’t like those odds. We’re new in town, so we need to show what we can do without making enemies of half the parahumans in the villain circles.”

“I think,” Jazmine bit her lip. “Based on where the drug activity and drug related crimes have been happening… I think I know where the merchants base might be.”

XXX

Taylor patrolled the streets with her nearly completed attire. What Huey had said irked her more than it should, and might’ve played into why she went out as she did as opposed to waiting until summer to dawn on the costume.

She wouldn’t let it bother her, she gathered her insects as she headed toward the heart of ABB territory. The streets were empty with the exception of a few flickering lamp posts. It was expectedly desolate at 1am. As she walked forward, a sound from the distance became clearer.

It was music. Low bass music with a rap song playing that she didn’t recognize. Taylor hid in an alleyway. The music got louder as she waited for the car to drive passed her. It was a Mercedes. Four people were in the seats, with two people she could subtly recognize.

Huey? Riley?

They concealed their faces to a certain extent, but she could recognize their hairstyles anywhere. What were they doing?

Taylor had a change of plans. When the car drove passed her, she went on foot to follow them.

 

Whirlygig was a bit more distant than usual. Mush’s advances were becoming worse than usual. He came off as a creep to her to her, moreso since he was in his late twenties and she was technically a high schooler. The guy looked like a willy wanka munchkin, and even though Whirlygig knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl on the block, she wasn’t going to go for the first guy that had an interest in her.

Whirlygig was on watch from the warehouse rooftop. She wanted to stay away from the main three, mostly to get away from Mush. She smoked her cigerette as she stared out into the downtown warehouses. Can’t wait till I finally quite, she thought to herself.

Thinking silently to herself, her eyebrows raised as the noise of loud music came closer to the yard of their facility. She spoke into her walkie talkie, “intruders, just drove up to the courtyard in front of the building.”

“Aight,” Skidmark said sounding buzzed and high, “we’ll be right fucking there.”

Whirlygig rolled her eyes. She picked up her backpack, fully expecting to run away like what Skidmark typically did with his team.

The Mercedes came to stop in front of the building’s concrete road. Four people stepped out of the vehicle and waited for the villains. “Shit,” Riley said, “this is the most ghetto ass crib I’ve seen. And this is Brockton fucking Bay.”

“Your crib is shittier,” Cindy said, “we couldn’t even smoke crack in your bedroom.”

“That’s cause Grandad smells crack like a nigga running on fuel.”

Skidmark stepped out of the warehouse first. His teeth were filthy, his clothes smelled and even his mask was a disappointment to all of them. He yelled sluggishly, “and what the fuck are you lot doing on my turf?”

Riley pointed a thumb at him. “You seeing this nigga? He’s more worn down than a two dollar hooker at the docks.”

Squealer then stepped out next to him. Surprisingly, she was less presentable than Skidmark was, having just woken up drunk and somewhat high. Riley scanned her head to toe, he added, “and she’s more wore down than a one dollar hooker at the docks.”

Jazmine elbowed Cindy while pointing at Squalor. The only similarity between her and the villain was their blonde hair. “That’s you,” Jazmine said, “ten years from now.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Cindy murmured, “I smoke responsibly.”

Huey walked up to Skidmark’s presence and pointed to the ground. In a cold stern voice he said, “you either get down, or lay down. This turf’s not your turf anymore. Its being confiscated for the Brockton Bay freedom movement. So you and your people can either start working for us, or you’ve got twenty four hours to take you ass and your gang out of this city.”

Skidmark laughed at his face. Huey glared at him, “I don’t like being laughed at.”

Skidmark yelled, “who the fuck do you bitches think we are.”

“Ghetto ass niggas,” Riley commented.

“We’re the fucking Merchants, we roll over for nobody!”

Jazmine said, “Call us ‘nobody’ then.”

“Mush!” Skidmark called out, “get your ass out here.”

“Oh nooo,” Cindy said in a sarcastic tone, “there’s another one.”

Mush stepped out of the door three times the size of a man. His body was covered in muscular veins, mass extended to stretch his clothes beyond human. Mush’s steps were heavy, he accumulated debris from inside the warehouse with the help of Whirlygig inside, traces of cocaine were still on his clothes. Mush stood at about ten feet high and five feet wide.

Skidmark said, “you still want to tussle, niggas?”

A dozen gang members left the warehouse from behind Mush. They had bats, pipes, chains and knives at their hands. Their ages ranged from 10-15.

“Wow,” Jazmine said staring at the preteens, “your gang is kind of pathetic.”

“Mush,” Skidmark called, “show these bastards who they’re up against.”

Mush sprinted towards the car. Everyone except Riley moved out of the way. When Mush reached Riley’s radius, a punch smashed into Mush’s face, sending him crashing into the warehouse’s wall.

Riley’s fist, forearms, and biceps were momentarily enlarged, and just as quickly they returned to the original scrawny size they were before. “One punch nigga.”

A morbid silence fell over the Merchant’s members. Jazmine and Huey were the first to assault the teenagers. They sprinted towards the gang members and damaged their limbs in fast motions. They moved like machines, hitting the legs, arms, and ribs wherever they could disable them. It took one hit for each of them to knock the gang members out and onto the floor in pain. They all fell over quickly, and the twelve gang members became useless and the duo knocked them unconscious in less than three minutes.

Cindy walked back at the Mercedes, acting more like a spectator than a member of the team. She whistled, “shit Riley, you could’ve at least let him hit you.”

Riley said, “I don’t like oversized leprechauns.”

Skidmark yelled, “Squalor, get the-”

Jazmine leaped ten feet into the air whilst performing a backflip. She landed in front of Squalor to block her escape. With a kick to the stomach and a swipe at the legs, Squealer fell on the ground and was swiftly chained into handcuffs.

Before Skidmark could turn and run inside, Huey took a fast step in front of him, and unsheathed a sword to the man’s neck. “Either get down, or lay down. What’s it gonna be?”

Skidmark froze in place, “the fuck are you people? No way you assholes all have the same powers.”

“Are you with us, or getting out of our way, which is it gonna be?”

Huey didn’t need to offer an explanation. Skidmark swallowed and said, “we’ll leave, aight. There are plenty of better cities to hit.”

Huey didn’t move. The rest of his teammates held still. “Well?” Cindy asked.

“Wait for it,” Huey answered.

Mush came charging out of the warehouse again, more furious than he was before. His body was even larger now. He rolled into the warehouse debris to triple his size. The dust from the courtyard and destruction from the warehouse only sped up his growth. He was now standing at a whopping twenty feet before facing off with the team.

“Mush-” Skidmark yelled, “get-”

Huey’s mind clicked. The imagination of slitting Skidmark’s neck and shoving him aside like a doll, drew heavy eyes from Jazmine and would’ve meant the a death wish from an enraged Squealer.

Opting not to draw out more blood than necessary, Huey smashed Skidmark’s teeth with his forehead. The hit knocked his body away, just in time to dodge Mush’s attempted smash at the both of them. Huey skidded out of the way, successfully avoiding damage from the behemoth’s attack. “Riley, go,” Huey called out.

Riley’s body bulged. In a single second, his body enlarged into a raging mass of muscle. He was still smaller than Mush, but Riley’s muscle mass made him wider and heavier than any body builder could naturally attain. Riley leaped towards Mush, and launched an upper hook up Mush’s jaw.

When Mush’s head flung back, Riley swung another punch at Mush’s body. Then Riley chopped his shoulders, making Mush’s body vibrate from sheer impact. His body was getting crippled, each hit destroying Mush’s being with heavy blows. As Mush’s vision became blurred, Riley finished Mush off with a massive head smash into his face. When Mush fell to the ground disoriented, Riley raised his arms up and smashed a hammer fist into Mush’s body.

His body crushed underneath Riley’s fists. Bloodied and bone structure crippled, Riley returned into his regular form as it became clear that Mush wasn’t alive anymore.

Riley grinned as he returned to his scrawny form. Smoke filled the air after he returned to normal, Cindy ran up next to him to catch him as he dropped. “You good big guy?” Cindy asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Riley said in a droopy tone. “Niggas just need sleep, is all.”

Skidmark was yelling from the ground. His teeth was bloodied, “Mush! You bastards killed Mush!”

Huey walked to Skidmark and put the edge of his blade to his face. “Get out.”

Skidmark looked over to Squealer. Jazmine stepped away from Squealer to signal that she was free to leave, despite not removing the handcuffs. Skidmark backed away from Huey’s blade. He stood up, and he and Squealer ran in the opposite direction.

The team looked back at the bloodied remains of Mush, and the unconscious remains of his former gang. “Guess we won,” Cindy said staring at Mush’s body.

“Doesn’t feel like we won anything,” Jazmine commented. “I thought he had a gang, not a bunch of adopted teenagers.”

“Aye aye aye,” Huey said taking a seat on the ground. He was breathing heavy with a wide smile on his face. “I don’t care what any of you niggas say, this, this was definitely worth it.”

Huey stared outside the gate of the courtyard. Taylor was hiding in a nearby alleyway, watching and observing everything. He kept a close eye in her direction, “yup, this was definitely worth it.”

 

Ming stared. Lung’s body flailed. Rabid Monsters growled. The bitch barked.

“Grue,” Tattletale shouted. “Surround the perimeter!”

A black aura filled the area around them. Ming sprinted closer to the building with her Katana at hand. She was told to stay back in case the Undersiders tried to escape, clearly the plan had changed. Her power wasn’t charged, but she was still confident that she could manage to kill at least one of the Undersiders.

Then a darkness covered over her. Her body instantly became heavy. She wanted to hold still to try and energize her power, but the darkness had somehow intoxicated her powers.

He’s a trump, she thought to herself. Ming ignored the side effects, she walked towards the building more slowly. She hit something while she walked in the darkness. A wall.

When she reached her front side to enter their warehouse, something stopped her.

“Alleyoop,” the boy with the scepter said. He smacked across Ming’s face like a child. He had an aura of playfulness to him. When Ming raised up her sword, it twitched out of her hands.

“Nope,” he said before smacking the sceptor across Ming’s face again. The darkness was still around her. She couldn’t see, only hear the Undersiders faintly in front of her.

He hit her four more times before Ming finally fell back on the ground. Ming yelled, “Lung!”

“Sheesh,” Regent said, “it's memories of Geisha all over again. The least you could do is stay down when someone hits you.”

Ming stepped to her feet, this time he hit her in the ribs. She tried pouncing at him, but he sidestepped and hit her against he back instead. Between the darkness muffling her powers, and this clown clobbering her with the scepter, it was the first time in years Ming felt powerless in the face of the enemy.

“PRT, inbound,” Tattletale called out.

“Undersiders,” Grue called, “fall back.”

The darkness pulled back gradually. Regent smacked the scepter in Ming’s knee as a final measure. He said, “and that’s a wrap, super saiyan. Feel free ignore us on our way out.”

Regent left in a sprint. With the darkness shifting away, Ming immediately turned on her powers. Her first instinct was to go after them, specifically enact vengeance on Regent. But she stared back at her boss.

Lung. His body was battered. Beaten to a pulp by three Endbringer size dogs before he even had the chance to transform. Ming moved herself towards him. The other gang members were beaten easily. Their bodies attacked by the dogs first, taken out of the fight before the battle even began.

Oni Lee was a coward. Together they could’ve done something, but he ran off the moment the gang members fell. With only Lung and Ming left, Hellbound’s mutts focused their monsters on Lung before he could transform. Grue specifically aimed his darkness at Ming, somehow knowing that it neutralized her powers.

“Ming,” Lung said bleakly as she approached next to him. She held him up by the arm. His body was damaged, and he was shrinking back to his regular size. Ming was only slightly taller than him. Despite being fifteen and only of average height, she was still tall enough to stand taller than her gang boss.

“The PRT,” Ling said coughing. “We do not pick a fight with them today.”

Lung could’ve beaten them, they both knew it. He’d been too cocky this time, too reliant on his own gang members. Ming was the only one left he could place his trust in. “I can-“ Ming started.

“No,” Lung ordered. “Either kill the fucking Undersiders, or take me to safety. The PRT aren’t on our fucking list today.”

Ming turned her back on the road. A motorcycle was rearing up in the street in front of the warehouse. Ming’s instinct was to use her powers to batter a hole in the back of the building. But the noise would’ve given him their location. “There’s a dumpster down here.”

Ming looked out the back window, and pushed Lung into the metal dumpster bin to hide from the PRT. She didn’t ask for permission, she only knew it was the smart thing to do.

“Are you coming?” Lung said on top of the plastic bags of garbage.l.

Ming looked down from the second floor window. She looked forward, and saw Oni Lee running towards the building, no doubt coming back to save his boss. Fucking Peasant, she wanted to call out. But she didn’t have time get angry. Oni Lee no doubt had come back to make up for running away earlier, and now he was the only one she had left to save Lung.

“I’ll hold him back,” Ming said. “You go. Now.”

Oni Lee approached the dumpster. Lung shot a glare at Oni Lee, and then at Ming at the building. Lung called out, “Ming, I meant it when I said we aren’t picking fights with them today. If you don’t win, don’t come back.”

Ming nodded. She headed to the front of the warehosue to face the adversary.

“Xiaolin.” Armsmaster said to her. He stepped off of his tinker-made motorcycle and unsheathed his Halbard from behind.

Ming’s costume was a combat monk uniform. A red strap covered her body in the shape of an ‘x’ while a bandanna covered the bottom half of her face. Red bandages covered her fist, and she withdrew a sword to face Armsmaster.

She entered a wide fighting stance. And a faint glow encompassed around her body. As she held still, Armsmaster struck.

His body sprinted to Ming in a single second. Her first reaction was to halt her power charge and defend with herself with her sword. But when she swiped at Armsmaster, the Halbard swung in retaliation which cut her sword in half. It was like hitting steel with wood, her tools were in no way a match for what Armsmaster had brought.

Armsmaster then smashed a fist in Ming’s chest, she lost her breathe in an instance before Armsmaster raised his leg to kick her to the ground.

‘If you don’t win, don’t come back.’

Armsmaster placed handcuffs on Ming’s back. “You're under arrest."

Any chance she had with the ABB was gone forever.

 

“I pick Chris.”

Chris let out a moan, why does she always pick me first?

“Catch, poindexter,” Cindy passed the basketball to Chris. Chris hastily caught it, and gradually dribbled it onto the playing field.

It was Cindy and Chris, verses Dean and Carlos. They shared the half court while other teams played around the gymnasium. “You ready for this, rich boy?” Cindy stuck her tongue out at Dean, “because you’re ass is about to get steamrolled.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. Since they day Cindy had met him, she’d constantly pester him about his family’s wealth. It was like her personal mission to pester him into being angry, but of course he never fell for the bait.

I see, calmness, and happiness over her head, Dean read with his powers. No matter how angry or spontaneous she seemed, Cindy’s emotions acted like a flare. She was constantly excited for the things around her, especially when it came to sports.

Dean looked over at Chris: Nervousness, hot read with embarrassment… Romance? He obviously had a crush on Cindy. Cindy pretty much invoked that from everyone. For some reason or another, Cindy seemed to go out of her way to befriend Chris since the moment they’d first met.

Carlos said, “go!”

Carlos sprinted passed Chris, Chris actually backed away from the charge, the opposite to how a basketball was supposed to be played. Dean passed the ball to Charlos, and Cindy jolted towards Carlos to intercept the ball.

Upon grabbing the ball, she rounded around the half court, and almost made a shot. But she paused for a moment, and passed it to Chris instead. “You’re ball, freak!”

Chris hastily caught the ball. Both Dean and Carlos froze when it landed in his hands. Chris paused, not knowing what to do. “What? Why me?” He yelled at her.

“Go for the shot motherfucker!”

Most of the gym had heard that. Chris shot for the basketball hoop…. And he missed. He didn’t even hit the backboard. It swooped by the board like he wasn’t even aiming at it. With everyone in the gym facing Chris and Cindy, half the class couldn’t help but laugh aloud at Chris’s missed shot.

Carlos were the first to frown. Although it was easy to laugh at Chris’s ineptitude towards sports, he himself had been bullied as a kid. He knew the pressure like this wasn’t good for him. Before Carlos could say something, Cindy ran up to Chris and put her arm around him.

“See? And this is why we ought to play after school.”

She poked at his chest, taking attention away from his missed shot. “What?” Chris said.

“I’m telling you,” Cindy said confidently, “you’re a tall skinny white boy, all you gotta do is practice some more, and bitches will be surrounding you like Lebron James.”

Chri’s face was hot red. Her arm is over my shoulder. Cindy was undoubtedly pretty, she was either known for her looks, attitude, or athleticism. Having a friend like that freaked the hell out of Chris.

“I, uh-”

“He’s busy after school, Cindy.” Dean grabbed the ball from off court, and passed it to Cindy for her to catch. Again, Dean saw the flares of romantic attitudes around Chris’s head. It was mixed with Cindy’s excitement and pleasure from the whole ordeal. “He studies a lot.”

Cindy sighed, “special ed?” She said quietly.

Chris blinked at her, “yeah, I go to that.”

Cindy put her hands in her pockets. “I had a special kid who was on my basketball team as a kid, great player. He should’ve gone pro. Don’t sell yourself short, poindexter. You’ve got a lot more to you than you think.”

Chris chuckled, “yeah, I guess so.”

XXX

Theo couldn't help but stare at Jazmine laying on her desk. How does a person who sleeps in every class have perfect grades?

He did his best to hide Jazmine's sleeping. He opened a book stood up in front of her so that the teacher couldn't notice her head faced down on the desk.

Jazmine was smart, kind, and considerate to everything Theo spoke to her about. He wasn’t used to that sort of warmth, especially from the household he’d grown up in.Which was probably why he liked spending time with her so much.

Theo poked at her shoulder, “Jazmine, class is almost over,” he whispered sneakily to her.

Jazmine murmured in her sleep, “Communist… Manifesto…”

Theo squinted at her, “what?”

The teacher finally wised up to her sleeping, and walked to her desk to smash a heavy weight of papers in front of her face.

Jazmine eeped as she sat up quickly. The teacher, a middle aged woman who might as well have been a nun, glared at her with heavy eyes.

“Jazmine,” the middle aged teacher said, “if you’re going to sleep, the least you can do is not snore while I’m teaching.”

Jazmine wiped the drool from her mouth, “sorry,” she said whimply.

The teach turned around and returned to the chalkboard. Theo whispered, “studying all night again?”

“Yeah,” Jazmine said guiltily.

“It might be worth it, but you’re grades won’t matter if teachers strike off points for snoring in class.”

Jazmine blushed at him, which only inflamed his crush towards her. She couldn’t tell him what she’d actually done the night before. Jazmine only thought to herself, How are those other guys never tired?

XXX

Riley was snoring in class. Mr. Gladly didn’t say anything, as long as no one was bothered by his sleeping, he didn’t feel the need to disturb the adolescent boy.

The bell rang, and Mr. Gladly quietly stood up after the rest of the students left the classroom. “Riley,” Mr. Gladly said softly.

He kept snoring. “Riley!”

“Wa nigga-” Riley rubbed at his eyes. “Aye nigga, why you wake me?”

Mr. Gladly chuckled, “the bell rang.”

“Aw man, the bell rang and I slept all class? You’re not gonna write me up, are you?”

“No Riley, you’re fine.”

Riley shot a rock hand gesture at his teacher, “thanks Mr. Glad, you’re a cool ass nigga, you know that?”

Mr. Gladly chuckled at Riley’s obscene language. “Anytime Riley, now get to class before your next teacher marks you tardy.”

As soon as Riley stepped out, Huey stepped into the classroom. They fist bumped as they walked passed each other. Although they were in different grades, Huey and Riley both shared the same civics teacher at different class times.

Huey was was a quieter student in than his brother. He had an aura of calm around him. It was almost like nothing could bother him, a stark contrast to Riley’s rambunctious behaviour.

A small beetle was on his afro-styled hair. Wide eyed, Mr. Gladly said, “um, Huey. There’s a beetle on top of your head.”

“I know,” Huey said stoically.

Mr. Gladly stared at him. “Aren’t you… Going to get it off?”

“No.”

Mr. Gladly blinked at him. He only shook his head, what a strange kid.

Riley sprinted back into the classroom, “Huey, the black popo, we gotta go, now!”

Without missing a beat, Huey sprinted out of the classroom before saying another word. They ran across the hallways like they were being chased by something. Mr. Gladly stared with a raised eyebrow as they left his sight.

“Okay, I’m probably going to have to write up that part of today,” he finally admitted to himself.

After he returned to his desk to leave a note for his future self, another man stepped into the classroom. He was the new security guard. Obese, a stink eye with a balding scalp, Mr. Ruckus still needed to be acquainted with the school’s layout and staffs people.

“Scuse me, Mr. nice white man,” the black security guard was nearly bowing to him. Like Mr. Gladly was some otherworldly figure that needed to be praised. “I’m looking for two negroes that might’ve passed through your classroom, I would tell you what they look like, but I know all shit skins look alike.”

Mr. Gladly stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“The coon brothers,” Mr. Ruckus said. “I need help finding the shit flinging monkeys, because them niggas need to know their place... As all niggas do.”

Mr. Gladly’s face fell blank. He could barely fathom the words he was hearing. “Excuse me?”

“You see, Mr. White man.”

‘Mr. White man?’

Ruckus continued. “I know all niggas are just a bunch of shit stinking monkeys that deserve to be locked up in cages, but these two niggas are the most rancid of the rancid. The filth of the filth, and they deserve a heavy nigga beating to put these animals in their place.

I’m sure you could recognize them by their welfare smell, but these two criminals smell worse than your average nigga beast, so I just need help finding them to enact the slave beating that they so justly deserve. Now I know it’s hard to tell niggas apart, so why don’t you just tell me all the filthy niggas you seen today, and I’ll just give them all the ass whoopin they deserve just to be safe.”

Mr. Gladly looked at him for a full minute. He couldn’t fathom what he’d just heard. Mr. Gladly asked, “are… You real?”

XXX

Mr. Gladly yelled, “how could you let that guy be security!?”

Despite his willingness tolerate most things in school, the things he heard from Mr. Ruckus were things no one should possibly tolerate.

“Believe it or not,” Principal Blackwell said with her arms crossed, “he was the best option I had.”

“The best option you had?” He said in front of her desk. “The best option you had? How bad were the other options that you had to hire him?”

“It’s not that the other options were worse, it’s that he was the only option we had. No one wants to associate with this school, he was the only independent contractor that could work for us that didn’t have a criminal record. He was willing to work 12 hours a day, for minimum wage without overtime. He’s even offered to pick up litter and clean graffiti for free off duty. Before even starting, he donated shelves and desks to the school, and even though he was vocal about who should use them, he’s actually been a helping hand to anyone who asked from him.”

“Have you heard what he’s said!?” Mr. Gladly emphasized, “how does this person even exist?”

“I don’t know…” The principal sighed, almost like she’d been defeated somehow. “The reality of the situation is, we’ve needed security for a long time. It doesn’t help that we’ve been below our racial quota in staff, and Mr. Ruckus helps fill that requirement.”

"You can't be serious."

The Principal shook her head, "yes, I know exactly what I just said.”

Mr. Gladly yelled, “you hired him because he’s black!?”

 

Taylor sprinted out her classroom across the hallway. Despite the interruption she caused, she knew better than to let them get away with this. Taylor reached the end of the hallway passed the gymnasium. She stopped at the music room. "What are you doing!?" Taylor yelled.

Opening the doors, Riley and Huey were wearing bandanas with bats in their hands. Security guard mister Ruckus was hanging upside down from the ceiling fan. He was tied from the arms and legs, and it was a miracle the fan hadn't collapsed under his own weight. Ruckus yelled, "save yourself little white girl!"

Taylor yelled, "are you guys out of your minds!?"

Uncle Ruckus yelled, "don't worry about me, these niggas won't break the soul of a white serving man! Liberal nigga beasts can't touch the soul of a noble man with a white man's heart. Don't let their nigganess get near you, lest you be corrupted by the negro skin of the African monkey ancestery."

Taylor said, "you guys.... What?"

"Run to the hills, call the nigga force! Only animal control can contain the savagery of these subhuman animal species!"

Taylor cocked her head back, "is... Is he for real?"

"Your white skin needs to stay safe, the mulatto skin has been known for its destruction of the holy white gene pool!"

Taylor looked at the boys. As Ruckus ranted, Huey and Riley both raised their arms up presenting Ruckus. They had looks in their eyes that said see the shit we have to go through? Taylor blinked at Ruckus. All the sympathy she had for him was quickly fading away as continued the racist rant that should never come from a black or white man's mouth. Taylor slowly closed the door as she stepped out the room, and didn't feel sympathy from the cries of pain that she left behind.

XXX

Huey set up a chair in the middle of the picnic park. He stood up, and turned on his microphone. "Attention white people."

The entire park turned their heads towards him. All attention was turned towards him in an instance. Huey said, "the war on drugs is a war on blacks. The Opium epidemic exists to disenfranchise the poor people. The lottery won't help you stop being poor. Racism serves to distract us from the real enemy, and not all black people worship Barrack Obama."

He went on. Sentence after sentence, spitting out ideas that he considered facts. A few of the people left as other people walked towards him. Without dropping his microphone, Huey said, "class warfare affects white people too, military patriotism profits military contractors, the Cold War was not about Communism, and Kanye West does not represent the black community."

The crowd started booing. Huey wasn't shocked by this. On the contrary, he was counting on it.

"Republicans don't care about white people, they care about rich people. Not all black people are liberals, and hip hop is not genetic."

A rock flung his way, to which Huey hastily ducked from. "Scientific racism was disproven-" he dodged another rock, "by the United Nations, and racial supremacists are stupid-" several hurled at him, "ignorant," they hit his body, but he toughed through the pain, "self hating motherfuckers!"

The crowd has fully surrounded him. Huey quickly sprinted from the other side and dodged from grabbing arms to escape the crowd. The angry mob chased him, throwing trash and even bricks in his direction. Not a single rock or object managed to hit him. He was faster than all of them, and even as he ran across the street are more E88 members aimed to chase him, but he could see where everyone was coming from. He ran across the alleyways while the residents threw trash at him.

This was the heartland of the E88. He knew his 'speech' wouldn't last long, for his plan to work, he needed to get the attention of as many E88 members as possible.

Reaching the dead end of an alley, he stopped in place. Looking behind, Huey said, "Hookwolf."

The man in the mask was lean, hooks protruding out of his arms ready to be used as weapons. "Just how stupid are you people."

"I could say the same for you."

Behind Hookwolf, a blue fire rose up from the alleyway exit. The flames encompassed the walls in a fiery display. After a few minutes of flaming, the fire dissipated into a low somber, leaving a blocked off alley encased of ice in its wake. Riley stepped onto the fire escape from above Huey's head, "aye nigga, I just can't get over the fact all these fucking nazis know I have a bigger dick than them."

"I know, right?" Huey said nonchalently looking up, "they can't even fucking deny it."

Hookwolf said, "one on one."

"No," Huey said. He pulled out a folding chair from behind the dumpster. He gestured to a dumpster can next to him, "take a seat, Hookwolf."