I walked to the meeting place of the illegal militia. It was a old abandoned mansion that was built only a couple years ago.
The building was spooky looking but strong. It had overgrown plants everywhere to make it look as if no one goes there.
The door was opened, so I walked in. Once I walked in, I was gagged by a hand. Then it was accompanied with a shh. I was relieved to find it was Jose. He then lead me through the junky house to find the stairway to the basement.
I walked down to find a dimly lit room fill of guns, ammo boxes, and scared looking men. This was The Black Liberation Army depot.
It was several minutes before either of us decided to speak. They first asked who sent us. I responded "Grandpa Jones" They began to chuckle and I felt a little relieved. They began to joke with one another. Then one asked "How's that old geezer doing?" I began to feel the sorrow coming over again. I told them sadly what happened and the mood of them began to change.
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KKK Killers
Historical FictionTwo teens struggling during the Civil Rights Movement days. They are assigned by an old man to kill certain members of the KKK. In doing this comes with questions, will the KKK kill their love ones? Nehemiah and Jose are depended on to make the righ...
