Zeke's Successor: A Boondocks Story Prt. 2
It's been five years since the demise of Zeke Lucas, the evilest Warlock who has ever lived. Now twenty-one year old Huey Freeman and his girlfriend, Jazmine DuBois thought they were going to live their lives in peace…but you can never be too sure. When mortals and Mediums start dying left and right, its up to Huey and his annoying counterpart, Zackary Jameson to stop the one person whose powerful enough to become Zeke's successor.
I DO NOT OWN BOONDOCKS! I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I MAKE UP!
Setting: Aunt Cookie's House; Chicago, Illinois
Date: November 30TH, 2015
Time: 9:30 A.M.
The Battle Begins
"Robert wasn't suppose to die until you were out of college," I told my grandson, Huey Freeman in my daughter, Cookie Freeman's house. We were in the den, somewhere where Cookie couldn't hear. Huey was wearing his mortal attire as was I—black suits with white dress shirts and black dress shoes. Our hair were carefully placed in ponytails done by Huey's girlfriend, Jazmine DuBois.
Jazmine was upstairs with Cookie, getting the food ready for the family wake, where every Freeman will be at before the actual ceremony, which was at noon. When I first heard the news about Robert, I knew that someone new was here. The disappearances on the mortals and Mediums aren't just coincidences…somebody's plotting. Cookie, Jazmine, and Carmen were in danger, along with other mortals and Mediums.
"He died of natural causes," Huey said. Huey was sitting in one of Cookie's plastic-warped sofas, his expression obvious. He didn't want to deal with it again and Zackary Jameson has been visiting him more than usual. "People who are as old as Granddad die of natural causes."
I ignored him and took out my wand. "Did you bring your wand like I told you too?" Huey nodded and reached in his left pocket, taking out the wand that was passed down to him from me. When I gave him my wand, I had to get a new wand from a Magician's community, Stronghold's Corner. "You might need it today."
"But aren't we the only Wartiles in this family?" Huey asked me as Jazmine came down. She gave him a plate with buckwheat pancakes with low-fat syrup and molasses. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed back upstairs.
"Yes, but there will be other Magicians, Wartols, and Wartiles trying to impose. As I've told you when you turn eighteen, you can never be too sure whose good and who's evil," I said. "Now there is a spell I want you to practice before the rest of the family comes. It will reveal other powerful people in the area. Repeat after me: Deducto." A green light emitted the room and covered everything but Huey green. I waved the spell off and waited for Huey to put his food down before taking out his wand.
"Deducto." The same light emitted the room and just like mine's did, covered everything but myself green. Once Huey waved the spell off, he sat back down and finished eating.
"The ceremony's at 11:30, so we need to get there at 11:15 so that way we can cast the Revealing charm. Hurry and eat, we have to get back upstairs." Huey rolled his eyes at me while he finished the rest of his breakfast. By the time we were upstairs, family members started coming in and we started greeting them all.
Setting: Cooperson Funeral Estate
Time: 10:45 A.M.
If I knew Gerald Freeman—and unfortunately enough I do—I know that he's going to come here earlier to double check for signs of Wartiles, Wartols, and Magicians. And since I'm a Wicctale, my disguise had to be twice as unnoticeable. I wanted to kill Gerald Freeman without him noticing it was me, but that would have to wait until tonight. For now, I had to keep to myself and watch the funeral. My new name was Wendi Freeman; Cookie Freeman's only daughter. I didn't know if this was true, but if it worked on the Freeman family earlier, then it would probably worked on anybody. After shortly visiting the family, I told them I had an errand to run and would meet them at the funeral estate.
My hair was sandy brown and shorter than normal and my eyes were the color of the brown bark on trees. My skin was the same color as Cookie's—or should I say Mom's—a brown that wasn't quite light, but it wasn't really dark either. I set up my cauldron in the very back of the estate, somewhere where nobody would suspect it. Once I had the right amount of stones surrounding the cauldron, I heard voices.
"Wand at the ready, Huey…Deducto." The familiar green light started covering the green grass and grey tombstones of the estate and I had to run away from the cauldron as to not get caught. I can't believe he used the Revealing charm! Once I was away from the charm, I hid behind a nearby tree and reached in my bag. I pulled out a long, rainbow cord that had the bottom piece of a stethoscope and an earphone attached. I put the listening device on my ear and listened in on their conversation.
"Have you ever heard of Emerald Johnes?" Gerald asked him. I gasped, but not out loud for the sake of not being overheard.
"No," Huey said.
"Well, her mother, Molly Johnes and Zeke had an affair four years into his marriage with Selena. The end result was a girl named Emerald. Well, when Zeke found out about Emerald…he left Molly to raise Emerald alone. If I know Emerald, then I know she's looking for revenge," Gerald said.
"Why? Because I killed her father? Does she not know the damage her father caused?" Huey asked.
"Yes, but that's the way she wanted it. Emerald's just as evil as Zeke. Kentigerna, who had inherited Selena's kindness doesn't like Emerald. Whenever they're in a room together, its like heaven and hell," Gerald said.
"I don't believe in heaven or hell. Until five years ago, I didn't know there was another afterlife dead people can go caused by Magicians of any kind. So where is this Emerald Johnes now?"
"I don't know, she could be in hiding…plotting her next move. Revenge is her strongest aspect and killing is second. If I do know one thing about Emerald Johnes, she's like every other Magician in the Magical community…she wants you and me dead," Gerald said.
"What do you mean? Because of Zeke Lucas? Do they not realize that he was evil and powerful?" Huey asked.
"Yes, but we are also rarities. We aren't suppose to exist and the fact that our family has two Wartiles and a Wartol is considered worst. Until you were seventeen you were safe, but now that your secret is out, you're in danger. Unless you can convince the Magical Community otherwise, then you're going to die."
"What about you?"
Gerald Freeman laughed. "Huey, I'm ninety-nine years old and my powers are weakening. My time is coming and I've come to accept that. I outlived your grandfather, but I can't outlive your aunt. Death will be a nice change for me. I can go to Ghostland and see your great-grandmother again, I really miss her."
"So when will it happen?" Huey asked.
"I don't know, but I won't die without fighting for my life. That's the thing about death if you're a Wartile. Even if you're ready for it to come, you should always be prepared. Now lets get back, we don't want to be late," Gerald said. "And Huey…don't give me a funeral."
I poked my head around the tree and saw Gerald Freeman and Huey Freeman retreat. I held out my wand and closed my eyes, concentrating. When I opened them, I saw a red envelope with wings attached. I smiled and let the envelope fly towards Gerald Freeman. Sometimes…the old fool makes it too easy.
Setting: The Cemetery of Illinois; Springfield, Illinois
Date: December 1ST, 2015
Time: 12:00 A.M.
"Huey, go back to your aunt's house," Gerald told me for the last time. I followed him to Springfield, Illinois where the Cemetery of Illinois was located even though I wasn't suppose too. This all started when Gerald received a red letter that was flying in the air. When Gerald told me it was a dueling letter, I wanted to go with him, but he didn't. He told me to stay with Jazmine, that this has nothing to do with me, but I didn't agree with that so five minutes after he left, I told Jazmine to stay and watch over my aunt Cookie.
She wanted to know what was going on, but I couldn't tell her. There was only so much I could tell her when it came to the Magical community, I hadn't told her about me dying because some Magicians didn't like the fact that I was a rarity. I didn't want to tell her about the conversation that Gerald and I had earlier, but I knew that I had too soon, before I started dueling during on date night. If Gerald dies, then I knew my time would be limited and that's why I went with him, to help him so he doesn't die.
"No," I said as we continued walking towards the cemetery. "I want to help you."
"I don't need help," Gerald said. We were both wearing our black and white thunderbolt patterned cloaks with black pants and white sneakers. Our hair was pulled back into ponytails and our wands were out and at the ready for a moment's notice.
"Yes you do, you admitted it yourself earlier, your starting to get old," I said.
"I also told you that if I wanted to die. You need to protect yourself." I ignored him and didn't turn back around like he wanted me too. We kept walking and five minutes later, we entered the Cemetery of Illinois. It was six-acres wide and has millions tombstones inside it. We hadn't even made it past the gates before hearing another lightening-bolt approach beside me. I turned around and pointed my wand at Zackary.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked me, pushing my wand to the side.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked him.
"Kill you? Why would I kill you, Freeman? I still have that damn sworn testimony on me that says that if you or Jazmine die then I'm dead!" Zackary shouted. I didn't lower my wand.
"What are you doing here then?" I asked.
"Jazmine called me, dumbass. She said that you're up to something and you won't tell her, so she wants me to come with you," Zackary said. I lowered my wand and ran to keep up with Gerald. Zackary ran behind me, taking out his wand as he ran. "So what exactly is going on?"
"My great-grandson is stubborn," Gerald said.
"Tell me about it, even after all these years he's as stubborn as a mule," Zackary said. I closed my eyes and sent a bolt of lightening towards Zackary's head. I smirked in satisfaction and continued to catch up to Gerald. In my five years of knowing him, I never called him Great-Granddad. It would seem weird, especially since Granddad died not that long ago. If he did die tonight, then I'll grant his wishes about not giving him a funeral. I still wondered why he didn't want me to give him a funeral, but I thought it was better not to ask.
"If you two aren't going home, then don't get involved. This is my fight," Gerald ordered us. "I don't want you two fighting for me once I'm dead either. This has nothing to do with the two of you."
"Fine, we'll hide somewhere," Zackary said before I could open my mouth. I wasn't going to standby while some anonymous Magician fight my great-grandfather. He wasn't going to die that easily…not to me anyway.
After walking for another fifteen minutes, we finally reached out destination. There was an open field in the middle of the cemetery and right in the middle was a large, marble white cauldron. It was bubbling and I already knew what was inside, Body Acid. It was bubbling and I knew that it was light blue—the color that permanently destroyed Magicians, Wartols, and Wartiles. On the other side of the forest and that's where Gerald wanted us to hide. I was still reluctant, but followed Zackary deep in the forest so we could see, but not be seen.
Setting: The Cemetery of Illinois
Time: 12:35 A.M.
Once Huey and Zackary were in a safe zone, I continued walking towards the marble white cauldron that was piping hot with Body Acid. Molly, I thought once I was close enough. I heard a thunderbolt from behind me and I turned around.
Molly Johnes was tall for a Wiccan. She had long, amber-brown hair that turned red when she was ready for battle; and emerald green eyes. Her skin was beige and she was curvaceous. She was wearing her black cloak over a black, Goth-like dress that had ruffles at the bottom and a pair of ballerina flats.
Her redwood wand was at the ready and her eyes were fixated on me. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't Molly, but her daughter, Emerald. Emerald was a Wicctale and she's been one longer than Huey. She knew how to use her vast amount of magic.
"Hello, Emerald," I said coldly taking out my wand.
"How did you know its Emerald?" she asked me just as cold.
"Because your mother doesn't like battling Wartiles. So…why do you want to kill me?" We begun walking around a circle, I figured the longer I stalled, the more answers I could get. I hoped Huey and Zackary was listening to ever word of this conversation.
"Well, guess what it's not Emerald. I really am Molly Johnes," she said. "And I've come to kill you because you killed Zeke. You and your great-grandson, that impossible Huey Freeman."
"Huey only did what he had to do. I only gave him the tools he needed to do that," I told her. "And the so-called 'love of your life' was wreaking havoc in both the Magical and mortal worlds. He killed anybody in his path for world domination and the only way Huey could stop him was by killing him. So because he wanted to save the two worlds, he has to die? What sense does that make?"
"Perfect sense in the Magical Community. Enough talk, Freeman its time for battle. Erecto." The ground where I was standing started to rumble and the next thing I knew, I was flying in the air. I knew I was heading towards the Body Acid, but I pulled my right shoulder up and flew towards the trees near Huey and Zackary. I wasn't going down without a fight and this battle had just begun.
Time: 2:15 A.M.
Two hours into the battle between Gerald and the mysterious woman and neither one had fallen, even though spells of different colors have been cast between the two. Two hours have pasted since the battle has started and I knew that Gerald was putting up a fight. I was impressed that he kept the battle going for that long, but I knew he was slowing down. I noticed it in his movements, he got out of the way just before a spell could hit him. I wanted to help him so badly, but Zackary kept holding me back.
"He's dying!" I said through gritted teeth.
"He told us to stay here, Huey," Zackary said holding me back even though he was only five inches shorter than me.
"That's my grandfather, I already lost one and I'm not losing the other one," I said. Zackary pulled me back towards our original spot in the forest and let me go, giving me a look that said you better not move.
"Look, I know you just lost Robert, but Gerald chose to fight this woman. If he dies, then that's exactly what he wanted. You can't get in the middle of that. You can't disobey your grandfather," Zackary said. I calmed down a little and turned back to the battle, which had stopped so they could catch their breaths—Gerald more than the mysterious woman.
"What's the matter, Gerald?" The woman asked standing back up in her fighting stance.
"Nothing, Molly…I'm just fine," Gerald said with staggered breath. The mysterious Wiccan pointed her wand directly at Gerald's chest.
"You know, I've had enough of you. I know the spell that'll finish you right off, I have other plans to attend too. Egnitious." She waved her wand one final time and Zackary pushed my head down to the ground as blue fire covered Gerald up in fiery, blue-white flames. The woman turned into a bolt of lightening and teleported away as Gerald screamed for his life. I couldn't move…I didn't move it was too terrifying. I just watched as my great-grandfather, probably one of the last true survivors of the Magical Community die before my eyes.
When the flames finally died down, there was nothing but a black urn with white lettering around it. Zackary and I walked towards the urn and I picked it up, examining the lettering. It only had one name: GERALD MAJOR FREEMAN. That's why he didn't want the funeral, he knew he would turn into an urn. With the urn in my arms, I nodded bye to Zackary and we both teleported our separate ways.
Setting: Huey Freeman's Dorm Room; Georgetown University, Washington, D.C.
Date: December 10TH, 2015
Time: 2:30 P.M.
Its been exactly a week and a half since my great-grandfather's death and the black urn that he was cremated in stayed with me at all times. Just as Gerald had predicted, the battle between the Wartols and Wical vs. the Warlocks and Wiccans have gotten worst. Its gotten so bad that if one of the two were seen acknowledging the other then it would be automatic treason. For this reason, Zackary had to find a new hiding place for the four of us.
"Warlocks are starting to think that Wartols are behind the mortal and medium attacks," Zackary said in our new location…my dorm room. Chad had gone to Ohio for a family reunion so there would be no way for him to see Zackary and Kentigerna. Today, Kentigerna had brought her little girl, Patricia. She had Zackary's blackish-brown hair and Kentigerna's red eyes. Her skin was a lovely color caramel. She was sleeping in Kentigerna's lap, a purple pacifier in her mouth.
"You breastfed her right?" I asked Kentigerna. I didn't like babies, especially if they started crying because they were hungry. And I definitely hated seeing the mothers breastfeeding their babies in public or in front of company.
"We let her drink Kenni's breastmilk from a baby bottle, but that's the point and its not part of the conversation. This is serious, Freeman," Zackary said.
"You don't think I know that?" I asked him ready to stand up. Jazmine held me back and I leaned back on my pillow. "My grandfather died and so did my great-grandfather and yet…we don't know whose behind this."
"It was the mystery woman, she started it," Zackary said.
"How can we be sure?" I asked. "And who was she anyway?"
"No idea." I sighed and looked at Kentigerna, hoping she had some answers. She shook her head and I plopped my head on the pillow. "I'm dropping out."
"I can't let you do that," Zackary said as expected. I waited for him to continue. "Gerald would've wanted you to finish college and you're in your senior year too."
"How do I get to Stronghold?" I asked Kentigerna ignoring Zackary.
"Its in Toronto, just where the Northern America Magical Counsel resides," Kentigerna said. I turned to Zackary, who was turning red in frustration.
"Your mother can watch Patricia, I need you two," I said.
"Why can't I come?" Jazmine asked, speaking for the first time. "I'm your girlfriend and I've been with you before."
"No, I can't let you come this time. I want you to go with Kentigerna to her mother's house in Richmond. Kentigerna's coming with us because she's powerful enough…your just a mortal. If you had even an ounce of magic inside you, then I could let you come, but since you don't its out the question," I said turning to her. She turned away to the wall and I crawled over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I gave her a kiss on the nape of her neck and she turned around.
"I don't want you to get hurt," she said.
"I'm going to get hurt, but I promise you that I'm not going to die," I said. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "I'll come home, OK?" She nodded.
"So when do we leave?" Zackary asked me. I turned around and gave him a serious look.
"5:00 A.M. tomorrow morning."
Setting: Sound and Movement Gym
Time: 10:38 P.M.
"Did you do it?" Draco asked me the moment I came in contact with him since the death of Gerald Freeman. Things in Stronghold and the Magical Community had gone from bad to worst…and it's just how I wanted things to go. After killing Gerald Freeman, I had Draco go to Stronghold and campaign against Wartols and Wicals, have the Warlocks and Wiccans believe that their behind the mortal and mediums disappearances because as everyone in the Magical community knows that in order for a Wartol and Wical to survive, they need mortal blood.
"Yes, I killed Gerald Freeman by fire. The marble cauldron was just a diversion. Did you go to Stronghold and start that rally?" I asked Draco. He nodded his head equally and I smiled evilly. "This is brilliant, Draco. Soon the Warlocks and Wiccans will be looking for a leader and it'll be me and you."
"We're in this together?" Draco asked me.
"Of course, I told you that from the very beginning," I said. "Draco, you're my best friend and know just as much about the Darkside as I do. Why wouldn't I include you in this delicious offer?"
"Well, we've known each other for a long time, I was wondering if perhaps you would like to go out on a date with me," Draco said.
"Draco, we've been over this over and over again, first we have to succeed before we start dating," I said.
"Oh…yeah, I forgot. We will succeed, won't we?"
"Of course we will, and until then I don't want to hear the phrase 'go out on a date' come out of your mouth. Understand?" Draco agreed and I waved my wand, making the smoke disappear from the cauldron. I walked out the abandoned gym and headed down the street where a hidden Magician hangout stood. Its called Desperaro Pier and it was filled with Warlocks and Wiccans everyday, especially at night. When I entered, there were a group of Magicians in the corner, talking about the latest mortal disappearances. I joined them.
"I can't believe those Wartols…thinking their better than us because they can produce magic with their hands, but they use innocent mortals to keep themselves alive," said one Warlock, who looked like he was the leader of the group. He was the only one standing on top of the table, speaking out so all could come over and hear. "And you want to know who started all this…Huey Freeman." I smirked as I examined the leader. He had slick, dark brown hair and pure water blue eyes. His skin peach skin and wore his black cloak with pride, like all Warlocks and Wiccans do.
"You mean Gerald Freeman's grandson?" asked one Wiccan. She had long, curly dark red hair and dollar green eyes. Her skin was a pasty white and she had taken her cloak off, revealing a pair of jeans with a purple sweater.
"Who else would I be talking about Zoe? Huey Freeman started this when he killed Zeke Lucas when he was eighteen," the Warlock said. "And that damn half-blood Selena let him because he so-called 'abused' her."
"But he did, Ashton," the Wiccan named Zoe proclaimed.
"Whatever! I say we need to destroy Huey Freeman," the Warlock named Ashton said.
"You can't kill a Wartile, you have to burn them alive," another Warlock from the group said.
"Exactly. Lets see if he's really the Chosen One or if he's a fake." Ashton said. "Now whose with me?" There were skeptical mutters within the crowd, so I decided to speak out. I needed as much help as I possible can when it came to destroying Huey Freeman.
"I will." I took off the hood of my cloak and joined Ashton at the table. I cleared my throat and spoke in a booming voice. "My name is Emerald Johnes and Zeke Lucas was my father. I want to do anything and everything to avenge his death caused by the Chosen One, Huey Freeman!"
"How old are you?" a random Warlock asked me.
"Twenty-one," I lied. I turned to Ashton and waited for his answer. He thought about it.
"Alright, I'll let you come, but if it gets too dangerous, you go right back to Molly. Understand?" I nodded even though he and I both knew that I wasn't going back to my mother if things got out of hand. I was on a mission and Ashton Peterson was my pawn.
Setting: Huey Freeman's Dorm
Date: December 11TH, 2015
Time: 5:00 A.M.
"Where are you going?" Chad asked me the next morning. I had my knapsack packed and I was getting dressed when Chad came in the dorm room. What he was doing up at 5:00 in the morning? I had no idea, but the way he was looking at my knapsack, then I knew that I had to tell him truth.
Normally, I really had to trust somebody before I told them about me being a Wartile. And since I actually liked Chad, I didn't want him to get kidnapped by whoever-the-hell was behind these mortal disappearances, it might've been nice to warn him. "Wait…your not dropping out, are you?"
"No, but I am leaving for a while," I said as I pulled out my black and white lightening bolt patterned cloak. "I already informed my professors and I finished my semester's work last night…that's why I was back so late." This was the truth, I hated falling behind my schoolwork and unlike high school, and I couldn't simply make it up the moment I got back.
"So you really are a Wartile, aren't you?" Chad asked me. I turned to him and gave him an odd expression. "I'm a half-blood Warlock, my Wiccan Mom married my mortal Dad. At first when I met you, I didn't believe that people called you a Wartile…that you were the Huey Freeman."
"Well, I am. So why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I played the mortal role so well that I thought it didn't matter. I don't know whose behind these disappearances, but if you find them…I want you to kill them. The Wartols and the Wicals aren't behind this, they find other ways to stay alive now."
"So what about your Dad?" I asked. "Isn't he in danger?"
"Yes and so am I for not killing you, but we're brave men. I don't care what happens to me, as long as my mother is safe. You have to stop this, Huey. Your our only hope," Chad said. He held out his hand and I shook it with mines. I'm going to do everything in my power to help Chad and stop the person behind this.
Sorry! I meant to get this out last week, but something came up!
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