Trumperica

Justice

Maddie's POV

The President wanted me to kill Trump. 

The moment I heard her announce it to the crowd, I was hit by a flurry of mixed emotions. Killing Trump was my dream...but I had to do it for Leona Summers. 

Giving me a measured nod, Leona handed me a pistol. It was the same kind I had brought with me on my mission to assassinate Trump, so I didn't have to worry about figuring out how to use it. 

The crowd went still as I loaded it, pointing it straight at the pole on which Donald Trump hung in all his hideousness. 

However, before I pulled the trigger, I realized that shooting the former dictator would be useless. 

Killing Trump wasn't my priority anymore. 

Saving America was. 

Swiveling around, I shot Leona in the stomach. 

She gasped for air, clutching her side, before falling to the ground. 

"Leona!" Diana screamed. "What are you doing just standing there, you blockheads!?" She barked at the TG's behind her. "Help her!" 

As two TG's carried the President off on a stretcher, the people assembled before us went crazy. 

Accusing shouts of "traitor!" and "Trump supporter!" echoed through the air as they pointed viciously at me, barely kept back by the line of TG's in front of the dais. 

I gulped, stepping backwards in fear. 

I hadn't really thought this through very well. 

Trump lifted his head and grinned triumphantly, giving me a quick wink. 

I grimaced. He thought that I did this for him too. 

Just when I was certain the audience was going to kill me, a noisy, black OTD helicopter swooped in above them, diverting their attention. 

A trapdoor beneath it opened up, and Rylee jumped out of the helicopter's underbelly clad in her full Eagle gear, including the gigantic wings. 

"It's the Eagle!" Someone yelled, and the crowd erupted into cheers. 

"Good morning, people of America!" Rylee chirped enthusiastically as she "flew" through the courtyard, suspended in midair by ropes around her waist that tied her to the helicopter. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized what she was doing. She was distracting the crowd! She was giving me a chance to escape! But, before I could sneak off the stage, I was surrounded by six angry TG's. 

Oh no. 

"Are you ready to dump Trump?" Rylee asked, circling gracefully above Trump's head despite her injured leg. 

"YES!" Was the audience's more or less unanimous response. 

"Then, let's do it!" Rylee stuck her fist in the air, retrieving a huge burlap sack from the helicopter. "Who's up for a game of irl Trump Dump?" She smiled slyly before turning the sack upside down, emptying it on Trump's head. 

He coughed and spluttered as a wave of poop hit him, cascading down his orange face and black suit. The crowd instantly forgot about me, cheering wildly as Trump snorted indignantly, trying to worm his way out of his restraints in an attempt to get out of the stream of excrement. 

"Fresh sun-dried Trump coming up!" Rylee laughed, tying one of her ropes to Trump's wooden pole. As soon as she let go, the helicopter began to rise, taking Trump with it. The audience was still with anticipation as it went higher and higher until it was just a speck in the sky. 

Then, suddenly, we heard an ear-piercing shriek as Trump grew larger, hurtling toward the ground at an impossible speed. A few people hurriedly moved out of the way as he slammed headfirst into the dirt, his neck twisting horribly. 

A moment later, he ceased to move.

Donald Trump was dead. 

A few seconds after the famous Drumpf's demise, the helicopter lowered Rylee gently to the ground as she undid the ropes that circled her waist. 

The people cleared a path for her in reverence as she walked up to the stage, placing her hand on my shoulder. 

"Look, I know you all think that Maddie here is evil, and that she tried to reinstate Trump's reign by killing Leona Summers," Rylee sighed. "But trust me, that's far from true. Back in 2016 before Trump's election, we and our friends Julie and April even had a Wattpad account called The Trump Dumpers where we wrote anti-Trump stories! Please, I don't know what happened to her, but none of this is her fault. At least give her a chance to explain herself." 

I half expected a protest, but the crowd was silent. All eyes and TV cameras were turned toward me. 

They were giving me a chance. 

"Uh...hi everyone," I said meekly into the microphone. "I guess I should start from the beginning if I want this to make any sense. At the end of the school year, I was chosen to be my school district's new Trumpist. Of course, I hated it! I knew I was born to oppose Trump, but there was nothing I could do about it. In Trump City, I failed my final Trumpist examination, and Leona Summers- then Head Trumpist- offered me a deal. Join the Intelligence, or be kicked out of the Trumpist Circle," I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. 

"Of course, I joined the Intelligence, because back then, they were the good guys. I had no idea that Operation Trump Dump even existed, so I thought they were the only group that was trying to oppose Trump. I didn't realize what Leona really wanted until it was too late. And I can tell you that she was exactly like Trump." 

"That's a lie!" Diana screeched. "She's a liar! A dirty liar! She killed the one person who could've restored order to this country!" 

"Actually, I believe there are others who can restore order to this country," said a very familiar voice from behind us. 

Whipping around, I was overjoyed to see Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, and Bernie Sanders getting out of a helicopter. 

Finally, people who knew what they were doing.

Rylee and I moved aside as the former President and Democratic Presidential candidates approached the podium. 

"Hello again, America," Obama smiled humorlessly. "Long time no see." 

This got a bit of scattered applause, but most of the audience was silent. 

"After Trump's election, the three of us knew that our lives were in danger," he continued. "So, we escaped to Canada as quickly as we could and hid there for nearly three years. During that time, we were deeply grieved by the gross injustices that took place in this free country. However, as you will surely understand, it was far too dangerous for us to come out of hiding." 

At that point, he stepped aside, and Sanders took over. 

"But, when we heard about the great things these two young ladies were doing this morning, we knew that it was our duty as American citizens to return to our country and assist them in their efforts to restore this nation to what it once was." 

"During the last month of my term, I was introduced to Leona Anne Summers," Obama said. "From that experience with her alone, I can assure you that she would've done to this country exactly what Donald Trump did...if not worse. If you still wish to see proof of this, please watch this video that we recovered from Summers' underground Intelligence offices." He gestured to the large screen that had been erected in the grass beside us, and I watched intently as the footage began to play. 

"First Trump..." 

"Then Operation Trump Dump..." 

"Then world domination!" A grinning Leona high-fived Diana as the two of them discussed their nefarious plan. 

"Thank you so much, Mr. Obama," I smiled with relief as the crowd began to celebrate. 

"No, thank you," Obama said warmly. "For saving America."

A/N: No, the book is not over yet. Stay tuned, because there will be one more chapter!