Before We March

Chapter 28: pros and cons

"This is not a drill,

For I am man possessed with a president to  kill,

It's time to wake your people up in my hands,

And take this inspiration to start a protest ,

You will kneel and apologize from the beginning , during , and after I confess,

This is reversing your darkest to my brightest."

Don't get me wrong but I'm really not a man with a bloody dirty hands. I just told him that in a threat to pissed him off. But I'm going to make sure he spends his next years in prison and take everything from him.

But I'm scared of my own demons and this makes me sure of how heartless I can get right now. This whole thing is changing the perspective of a young man should have , this is too much for a young one.

But it would never be too much for trying to regain the pain and misery he brings in me.

As I was looking at Juju I had this whole damn brilliant inspiration.

With a community covered in black and white prosthetics and having each other's pride in it. With a skull in our lips as a message that we need our dead voices to start being heard. 

In this universe we just needed to turn it upside down and shake the continents and this country to treat us black people right. 

To treat each person right.

As we headed our way back to this toxic country, I was calling out all of our kind to gather into the white house and purge our way to slap them off with reality.

"THIS IS A MESSAGE FOR ALL THE BROKEN , THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED,

TO JOIN MY MARCH , TO JOIN THIS MOVEMENT OF GROWTH , PROTEST OF THE CENTURY AND THE POWER OF US BLACKS GATHERED IN A PARADE UNDENIABLE.

THIS IS OUR TIME , COVER YOUR FACES AND EMBRACE OUR TRUTH,

AND TOGETHER WE WILL PUT AN END TO THIS REALITY SHOW , I HAVE A BIG SURPRISE FOR ALL OF YOU!" 

 ~ From the true victim of this damned country,
               Jordan. 

I just have to change that part , to change what they think is right for them and what's wrong for us. And I am not afraid to keep on living right now so Dylan get your ass up because we are closing in. 

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"NO!" 

Dylan rages as he sees the message Jordan did once again.

"That ungrateful brat! You want war? 

I'll spend most of my bullets, until I see you bleed and join your father in his grave. No way out , one way in, I'm a man of greed.  Reality can't deny the fact that I'm more powerful than each and everyone of you!" 

The president lost it and shouted these words in his office like there is no one hearing it that makes his people hear it in fear and in shock and he doesn't like it.

"What the hell is wrong with that look , you scared you little trash?" Dylan clutches one of his guards' guns and puts it inside its mouth making the guard pee on his pants and everyone is scared-ier.

Dylan chuckles in dark as he enjoys the fear of the eye his guard sees in him.

"Everyone pretend that you are blind or you will really see this man blew his mouth to his head and covered this wall with his blood in your hands you all unworthy piece of sh**s!

NOW KILL.THEM.ALL!"

but leave that Jordan to me. He is ending in his old man's hands." 

"Yy-yesir!!

"BOO!! HAHAHA!"

Dylan scares his people to death and threat as the man trips in panic. The president is in a very scary mental state right now and the only medicine he needs is to see Jordan get killed by him. 

As his people leave the hall to get ready for the upcoming protest , Brenda enters with his personal assistant and asks him like if she doesn't like seeing Dylan again.

"What do you want?" 

Dylan doesn't like the new attitude Brenda is giving him. Leaning her to him and moving a strand of her hair by her ear and whispers.

"We are going on the most memorable date, you won't ever forget. Even your son darling." 

Brenda doesn't like the idea of her husband that's why she tried to run off but got pulled by him in the hair.

"GET ME MY PILOT , WE ARE IN A ROCK! HAHAHA!" ordering his personal assistant and walks their way out of the presidential office with his men following and securing him and the first lady.

It took a few hours for the anarchist to travel in aviation. But it led them in shocked with the announcement being heard.

A sea of aspiring marchers on a street close at the White House. But with the anti-marchers as well waiting. 

The helicopter is trembling with the people's voices. Jordan is feeling the combustion of flames overflowing inside him. 

"Now this is how you end an era." 

The anarchists started preparing their weapons and panda skulls prosthetics and wearing these black longsleeves with armours Mr. Obama prepared.

"Use this." Mr Obama gives Jordan a megaphone connected to the helicopter's speakers.

"Thank you for everything sir" Jordan hugs Mr. Obama as he was grateful for the sacrifices he makes for his unsure plan.

"Now go change the world son!" Mr. Obama cheered him as he looked at the other member's faces with a break a leg look.

"They have never been hyped up for a fight like this before and now let's make it worth it". Jordan stated to the anarchist before he got ready with the helicopter door opening.

Random cheers and boos welcomes him as he reveals himself.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE LAST CHAPTER OF YOUR CRYING! THIS IS JUJU SPEAKING!"

I feel like I'm powerful with this new look. It brings out a new attitude in me. It makes me feel free for the first time in my entire life.

"BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE STOLEN JOYS! ARE YOU READY TO JOIN US?! 

AND ADDRESS THIS WORLD THAT WE ARE ALL VICTIMS OF THEIR VIOLENCE , RUDENESS AND TORTURES! THE YOUNG ONES AND THE OLD ONES! THERE IS NO REQUIREMENT FOR RACISM AND IT. HAS. TO. BE. GONE!"

I can't believe that there are still people willing to listen to me and I'm not even crazy but I'm insanely spilling facts.

And this is the goddamn time to learn those facts.

"NOW EVERYONE GATHERED AROUND! PREPARE YOURSELVES!" 

To everyone who has been pushed to their limits because they have a darker skin. Don't be afraid.

"WE ARE HEADING TO WAR!" 

It begins now.