Up like Trump (A Carly Fiorina and Donald Trump fan fiction)

Chapter 4: Politics takes a dark turn

Donald Trump

I'm currently in Texas right now and guess who decides to show up? Teddy Bear Cruz , the republican Obama (Rubio), and Carly Fiorina have decided to become my next victims (after we battle to death at the caucus, of course).

*Actually hold up, Carly Fiorina dropped out like weeks ago but I was still referring to Cruz and Rubio

*Bush Boy dropped out also. (Probably because he was too embarrassed that he got smoldered at the debate & polls)

I was in Dowtown Houston, trying to go undercover as a normal civilian (you know normal campaign stuff) trying to ask random people questions on which Republican Canidate they prefer. It wasn't like one of those stupid tv shows or YouTube clips. There was no camera guy, no camera, no campaign manager and definitely no one that I have any association with was with me. And so far, no one wanted me as President. No one. 

They had no idea what they're missing out on.

Laughing to myself, I tripped a random old lady down the street and crossed the street and onto the sidewalk.

That was until I hear a loud screeching noise from behind me. Turning around, I catch glimpse of a Mercadaez Benz van that was covered in campaign stickers and flyers. Squinting I read the most ugliest words in the world: 'Trust Ted'

What a liar. 

"Trust Ted!" The loud annoying voice yells from the van. "Trust Ted!"

I was tempted to stop in the middle of the road, take out a bazooka and blow up the van, excluding civilians of course. 

That was when I accidentally bumped into someone-a lady I think, and we both stumbled onto the sidewalk. 

"I am so sorry!" I began to apologize when I realized who it was. 

Carly Fiorina glared up at me like I just beated up her grandmother or something.

I laughed nervously. "Um, do you need help?" 

I gave her a hand but she didn't take it.

Then, she finally stands up. "Im sorry, but for some reason you look deathly familiar."

I itched the black haired wig and shrugged. "I'm handsome, I know."

She grinded her teeth. "That voice! I've heard it somewhere."

"My lovely voice?" I said weakly.

She squinted at me. 

"I know who you are, you impetious idiot!" And she slapped me across the face. 

I gasped. "Oh my gosh you do?"

And she pulled the wig off my head. 

Everyone in the street just stopped and stared. 

"Donald J. Trump, you are NOT going to be president!" She screamed. 

And that was when a whole mob of people began to charge towards me. 

Uh oh. 

I was trampled my thousands of people asking for my autograph. "THIS IS IT, Fiorina!! This is war!!!" I screeched, before being buried by the crowd.

Stripping the Prada Hawaiian dress off of myself, to reveal my trademark business suit, I sprinted down the streets-for my life. 

I ran through alleys, darted through roads and then finally found sanctuary inside of an office building.

Slipping through the revolving door of the entrance of the building, I was shocked to see that no one was in the lobby. 

I exhaled a breath of relief. No people! Thank god!

Wiping the sweat onto my sleeve, I gazed around the building. 

It wasn't as ugly as I expected. (Because we all know the Trump Building is the most beautiful of all).

My designer leather shoes, clapped into the marble floor as I slowly walked down the darkening hallway. 

Where was all the people?

And then that was when I see three figures stand ahead, leaning against the pillars. 

There were two teenage boys, about fifteen. One with blonde hair, the other a brunette. And there was a girl, also about fifteen, clasping a brief case.

The brown haired boy approached me and slipped his hands into his pocket. "Donald J. Trump, we have been expecting you."

And then, things got worse.

Much worse.