Rapper's Revenge

3. The Conference Room

It all happened so fast.

In fact, so fast that Drake would not be able to comprehend the situation until it was long over.

The first thing he heard was Nicki's terrified screech. Almost immediately, his hoodlum black dude instincts kicked in, and he jumped in front of her.

"Drake! The car!"

Drake turned to look at Nicki, confused. Then he looked out the door again. It had been kicked open, and the alarm was blaring, but no one was to be seen outside. A heavy silence grasped the room, the five rappers staring out the window intently, not daring to say a word.

Then Drake saw it.

Hundreds of feet away, in the paring lot, five large men dressed as chickens were taking baseball bats to his precious Maserati.

Rage exploded through Drakes body. "MY BABY!"

Nicki tried to grab his arm, tug him back into the building, but Drake was just too fucking much of a strong masculine beast for her to keep a hold on.

"DRAKE!" He heard behind him, from Wayne, Nicki, and Kanye. He heard nothing from Eminem, however, and he had to wonder why.

He only made it about five feet before a strong force knocked him to the ground. He looked up, half of his vision shrouded in darkness from a sharp blow to his face, the other half taking in three men. Two were dressed as cows, the other as a duck.

"What the... What the fuck?!"

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Nicki, Kanye, and Wayne running around in hysterics as tall men dressed as various barnyard animals chased them around with baseball bats. Their arms were flailing all over the fucking place, and they were screaming their asses off.

In the back of the room, he caught a glimpse of Eminem successfully escaping through an airduct. Clever bastard...

Then he remembered. His car. His precious motherfucking car.

I have to get to my baby, he thought.

One of the cows laughed. "Oh, I'm afraid the won't be hapoening, Drake."

He had a deep voice. A commanding voice. A voice full of authority.

Then, out of nowhere, a baseball bat crashed into Drake's skull, and the world around him went black.

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Drake woke up in a dark room. The only light came from five candles, situated around the leather chairs, one of which Drake sat in. The others were occupied by a very intent looking Nicki and Wayne.

He was in the Conference Room.

"Oh my god..." Drake muttered. He had never thought he would ever be here. Every rapper knew about it. It was a small, hidden room in East LA, where rappers met up when they had to discuss a very serious issue. Legend has it this was the very place Biggie and 2pac got together and became a couple.

It was a historical place. It was every rapper's dream to be important enough to be invited there.

To make matters worse, The Real Slim Shady was playing into the back ground, making the foreboding mood even stronger.

"What...." Drake muttered. "What the fuck is happening?"

Lil Wayne took a puff of his weed. "They got him."

"What?"

"PETA," Nicki muttered. "They got Kanye."

Drake narrowed his eyes in concentration, his dumbass mind trying to function.

"PETA? What's PETA?"

"People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals," Wayne sighed. "Kanye...Kanye was a fool. The nigga stole cows from them and sold them to the crowd at the concert...Just an ignorant ass fucking fool..."

Drake gasped. "But...but why would Kanye do that?"

Nicki shook her head. "Who knows. But one thing we do know: we have to save him. He has such a huge fan base. Imagine the insanity, the...bloodbath...if his fans found out he was gone."

Wayne nodded. "This room...the very room where Wiz deduced that Steve Hawkins was a prime candidate to be one of the few real Slim Shadies, despite the fact that he couldn't stand up. The room where Biggie and Pac found love. We have to figure something out, and we will be able to, with the power of the room..."

Drake sighed. He found himself humming along to the Real Slim Shady. There was something about listening to rap that actually didn't completely suck fucking balls that was comforting. He just wished he could make music that wasn't horrible.

Nicki sighed. "We need Em."

"Why?"

She shook her head. "It's just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen, and I don't know what..."

She paused, the tension reaching a high point.

"But I do know one thing. We need to find Slim."

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