Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 10

I've added more Boondocks characters and we all love them as the antagonists. Guess who! ;)

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Next day, back at Woodcrest in the abandoned factory, the Wunclers and Arturo were looking around the building as the guards carried each boxes of drugs and put them in a corner.

"This place looks like it's been used in the 1800s. Why the hell we storing my items here?" Arturo complained. "Relax, Art-Walk. We need a building far away from the city, so that what we're doing won't be recognized," Mr. Wuncler explained.

"I've been meaning to tell you about that, Art-Walk. I know your precious items are strong than any type of drugs we know, but I think we should boost it up," Eddie hinted. "Meaning what, Eddie ol' boy?" Arturo asked.

"Well, I have hired professional scientists to examine the drugs. If we want this business to work, we got to kick it in a little, so I had these scientists to make this formula for the drugs to be so addicting, we'll be having all the people in Woodcrest wanting more!" Eddie explained. "Good work, Son," Mr. Wuncler praised.

Arturo slightly grimaced. "Sounds a bit too extreme if ya ask me...but fuck it. Do you even know if this chemical junk works on my drugs, Wuncler?" he asked, unconvinced.

"That's why I got the best people to test it. And do you know what to test on for these type of products?" Eddie asked. Arturo shrugged his shoulders. "Animals?" Eddie and Mr. Wuncler laughed at his response. "Of course not, Art-Walk. We use people. We need to know what type of reactions it'll uphold from humans before we actually sell them to humans," Eddie explained.

"Which is why we are obligated to bring majority of people all over the world to come here for this experiment," Mr. Wuncler added, "India, China, Nigeria, Pakistan, Dominican Republic, Mali, Palestine, Haiti, Mexico-"

"Mexico?" Arturo interrupted, "Hey, I don't appreciate you adding a country I was born in, Wuncler." "Hey, don't go soft on me, Art-Walk. This is just business. It's just a minor test, that's all. This is harmless," Eddie insisted.

Arturo rolled his eyes at his reassurance. "Whatever. Now, what about these guys that you got for the Freemans?" "Yeah, Pops. You said you had it covered," Eddie said. "Not to worry. I already made the call and they said they want in. Eddie, Art-Walk: Meet our new associates."

Just as he said that, five old African-American people came towards their presence.

"Oh, YEEEEEAAAAAHHHH! WHAT'S GOOD, NYGGUUHHH?!" One of them addressed, "My name is Colonel H. motherfuckin' Stinkmeaner! Now, look here. This my crew. This is Lord Rufus Crabmiser, Lady Esmeralda Gripenasty, and Mr. George Pistofferson. We are known as The Hateocracy once more, ready to fuck shit up!"

Mr. Wuncler smirked as Eddie looked impressed and Arturo looked stunned. "Good enough for me. And you are..." Eddie trailed off, turning to the last senior citizen.

"My name is Uncle Ruckus. No relation. I ain't in no booty nigga gang that those coons are, but I'm a sworn proud U.S. citizen to fulfill any type of duty for the white man, especially you, Mr. Wuncler and Mr. Wuncler Jr.," Uncle Ruckus explained.

Eddie looked at his father, confused, as Mr. Wuncler shrugged his shoulders. "He wanted to be apart of this. Said something about getting tired of seeing the Freemans' asses," he informed.

"Damn right I am! They've been discriminating Woodcrest for far too long with their ugly blackness! Now, I don't really mind Robert that much, but once it's time for him to go, it's time for him to go! And don't get me started on his monkey grandsons! Those niggas been messing around with these innocent, white children's brains so much, it's just a tragedy!"

"Shit, we don't know what his fat ass is talking about, but we just want to fuck up the Freemans' lives for the fun of it!" Stinkmeaner admitted. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Arturo said, "I thought you were going to bring some of your muscle guys! What the hell you brought these old geezers for?!" "Nigga, don't start nothing that you can't finish," Pistofferson told him. "Bet these old geezers can whoop yo' narrow ass, sucka," Gripenasty threatened.

Arturo put his hands up in surrender. "Take it easy, Grandma. I ain't trying to start no trouble with you old folks." "Apparently, you don't know the whole story about these people," Mr. Wuncler said, "We'll explain later. Just trust me on this. I'm sure they can do their job right."

Arturo shook his head. "I swear, you people are strange." "Got everything in check, Son?" Mr. Wuncler asked. "The drugs are stored, scientists are coming any time, got this building secured and protected, personal guards are here to finish the main problem, so..."

Eddie gave a cocky smile. "Let's get this started."

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Three days have passed as Huey was laying on his bed and looking up at the ceiling with a book on his chest.

Che Guevara: A Revolutionary.

This is the book Fae gave him. He didn't get the chance to enjoy reading the book, because he was feeling two type of emotions: anger and upset.

He was angry, because Fae had the nerve to send him away without any type of explanation on what had cause this problem between the two of them in the first place. For that, he thinks all of this was her fault.

However, he was also upset, because he believed Fae enjoys spending time with Cairo than she does with him. For that, he feels all of this was his fault.

No matter whose fault it was, the older Freeman haven't talked to her since then, which made him stay in his room for quite some time, no matter how many times Granddad or his friends tried to get him out.

Huey sat up from his bed, as he let out a deep sigh. He needed a change of scenery, so he walked downstairs, observing Granddad sitting in his recliner chair, watching T.V. and Riley talking on the phone in the kitchen.

Huey warned them that something dangerous was going to happen and that it would probably be involved with all of them. Nevertheless, Huey should know that after all these years of them not believing the words he say, he shouldn't even bother.

"Well, look who decided to bring their ass out here," Granddad said once he saw Huey. "Barely," Huey responded. As Riley was on a heated conversation, saying, "C-Murph, I don't care! That was fucked up what you said to her and you know it!" Huey told Granddad, "You need to believe me about this, Granddad. I don't have proof, but I have a strange feeling that something will happen to us."

Once the doorbell ring, Granddad walked towards it. "Huey, I don't want to hear anymore about this bullshit. You always talking about stuff that don't make no damn sense!" Granddad opened the door, seeing a couple of guards. "Mr. Freeman, we are here to informed you that Mr. Ed Wuncler II wants to see you and your family immediately," One of them announced.

Granddad looked confused, as Huey finally knew who was behind this mysterious event. He run towards the door and told the guards, "No! If he wants to see us, he have to come here like he always does without all of you around." "Huey! What the hell -" Before Granddad could finish his sentence, one of the guards grabbed him, as Huey started fighting the rest of them.

Observing this, Riley quickly came into the scene. He tries to fight off the guards, but one of them grabbed him by his shirt. Huey threw punches and kicks at each of the guards who were trying to take him. One of them told him, "You leave us no choice." All of the guards put on an oxygen mask, as they threw a small, silver ball on the floor. Once it hit the ground, smoke came out of the small sphere.

Huey tried to cover his nose, but it was to no avail, as the smell was too strong. He saw Granddad and Riley slowly loosing consciousness before he went on his knees and fell to the ground.

Everything went black.