by B. Chris
“Hey Honey look,” said Snax, “We have a shark tank.” There were buff sharks swimming around the tank. I couldn’t help but be in aw. But suddenly, my third eye felt something. Someone knocked at the door. I answered it. There was a little weasel in a suit.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Hey, my employer would like to see you now.” he said. The Weasel looked like a two bit gangster, with his top hat, gold rings, and his gold tooth.
“See who now?” I asked.
“The DJ.” he answered. As Buzzy came to the door, I didn’t give him a chance to grasp what was going on.
“What’s going on?” Buzzy asked.
“Why here’s your DJ right here?” I answered to the weasel. I shoved Buzzy off to him.
“What are you doing?” asked Buzzy, “Who is this guy?”
“It’s alright, follow him. He’s going to take you to Bull Jive. I’ve placed a small camera with a tracker on your jacket. Don’t let him see it. We’ll be here. The weasel took him away. I closed the door and ran to find Snax. I found him taping the shark tank with this finger. The shark got annoyed,
“Stop tapping the dog on glass!!” he yelled.
“My bad.” Snax replied with a smile. I then yelled for him,
“Snax, its on! Where’s your laptop?”
“Right here in my hands!” he answered. We all gathered around the laptop. The camera was on and we saw through the eyes of Buzzy. He was following the weasel down the hall, up some stairs and down another hall.
“So how far is the office?” he asked.
“Just right through these double doors, my yellow friend.” The weasel answered. They went through the double doors and saw Bull Jive behind the desk on his phone with his shoes on the table. His shoes were the ones we were looking for were on his feet as we saw… The Shoes of Attitude. I couldn’t see Buzzys face but the rest of us were looking at the screen in amazement. Those shoes could never be missed for miles. They were fresh and clean. I could almost smell then new shoe smell fresh out of the box through the screen. And the rumor was that not only it made you superfast, the shoes never ever scuffed. We then tuned back in.
“So DJ B-Quick,” said the Bull, “Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah I know who you are Bull Jive. The Grandmaster told me about you when I was young. I’ve never seen you in person. He also told me you were the god of tricks.”
“Hmm nice,” said Bull Jive, “And I assume that you are here for the shoes. Am I right?”
“Well, there’s no bull jiving you.” Buzzy answered,
“Why do you want them?” he asked,
“To save the world.”Buzzy answered again.
“From what? From Who?” the bull asked.
“Is this twenty one questions?” Buzzy snapped.
“No need to be defensive. You came to my town and you came to me for my shoes.” Bull Jive exclaimed, “You have to play by my rules. This is me trying to helping you. This is a business. I’ll be happy to give you these fresh kicks but I need my back scratched in order to scratched yours.”
Buzzy was getting frustrated. I he wasn’t getting anywhere in the conversation. “So how about you don’t bull jive me and hand over the shoes so my friends and I can be on our way.”
“Yeah I notice you and your entourage with you.” he replied, “I tell you what, you do something for me, and I’ll let you have the shoes.”
“What do I have to do now?”
“Now?” said Bull Jive, “You didn’t do anything yet. I gave you the finest suite in town and this is how you talk to me. That’s not how you’re going to get what you want. However, if you please my crowd in this hotel with you music, I’ll give you the shoes.”
“Fine,” said Buzzy, “Where do I go?”
“Why I’d thought you’d never ask.” said Bull Jive. He pressed a button on his desk and Buzzy fell through a whole in a floor. He landed in a DJ booth with crappy equipment. Below him was a hungry looking crowd. Jive spoke on the intercom,
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you DJ B-Quick, the Spinner supreme. He’ll be playing all night. Be careful Bug, if you stop playing, the crowd will eat you. They haven’t eaten in days.” Buzzy looked down at the crowd. They looked like zombies shook his head and started playing. I knew that he knew that he was screwed. We had to get him out of there.
“So what do we do?” asked Foxy, “We have to get him out of there. He’ll get eaten in that pit.”
“Have a seat Foxy,” I replied, “I got this.”
“Yo, what’s your problem, Honey?” Foxy snapped back, “You know ever since I came on with you guys, you always got something slick to say. If you have a problem, say it to my face.”
“I’ll tell you what my problem is,” I said, “You’re a vixen. I’m just waiting for you to betray us at any given moment.”
“Well you’re just some wanna be military rebel faking to be some psychic. Do you see my fist coming across your face in the future?” She was real close to me invading my personal space. She was about to get choked.
“Ladies, settle this later.” said Snax
“Yeah we got bigger problems,” said Terry, the room went pitch black, “Like where did the lights go?” Suddenly we were all snatched up. We were tied up with bags over our heads. I had no idea where we were going.
“Aw man! I don’t wanna die! I’m too young to die!” Snax yelled in panic. We were then hooked on a chain. Our bags were removed from our heads as we were getting lifted up in the air. It was so bright. But once my eyes adjusted, I noticed that we were in Bull Jives office. The office was huge. It must’ve taken up the whole top floor. He stood by his desk and looked out of the window accompanied by crew of weasels covering every door. All of us were hanging and one of the weasels taped Terrys mouth shut. I assume they know about his rap skills and didn’t want to take any chances. Bull Jive spoke on the phone.
“Yeah Crispy, I got them right now.” he said, “The bug is in the hungry pit and the others are ready for HHPD to pick up. Yeah, if the DJ stops playing, he gets eaten alive by the zombie hoard. So your spot is secure.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” I yelled.
“Hold on a minute,” said Bull Jive to Crispy. He turned to me, “Hey! You want to shut the pie hole mouth of yours? Next time you talk while I’m on the phone, I’ll have a weasel pinch your nose!”
“I dare you to try, heffer!” I shot back.
“Weasel…” he snapped his fingers. One of the weasels hopped up then grabbed and hung from my nose. He squeezed it so hard that it made my nose red. That really hurt. It made me tear up a bit. He eventually let go then told me to shut my face. I sat there with a pouty face. I could feel my nose throbbing.
“Now let that be a lesson to you.” Bull Jive ordered. He then went back to his phone conversation, “Yeah sorry about that…” suddenly an alarm went off, “What the heezy? Why can’t I finish a decent conversation on this phone? I’ll call you back, Crispy.” he hung up, “Weasels! What the heck is going on? You guys better not be messing up my money!”
“The bee has gotten out, Boss.” One of the weasels reported.
“What?” he yelled.
“I said the bee has…”
“I know what you said. How did he get out? Pull up the cameras! Shut down all of the elevators! Beef up security! Wake up the stones!!” we saw multiple surveillance cameras on every floor. And Buzzy was on the move. The stone men and weasel were on the attack to stop him from making it to the top. He punched through every stone king, he kicked, tumbled and threw every weasel. With every floor he made it to, the more hope I had. My hero. I know that was cliché.
“Don’t get your hopes up yet,” said Bull Jive, “He won’t make it to the top floor.” No one in the history of mankind has made it through these doors. It’s made of the scales of the Dekeeto Dragon himself… powers not of this world. He’ll never get in.” Suddenly, Buzzy’s voic
e sounded closer as he yelled,
“Amplify!” he crashed into the office through the roof! The roof!! But eh hem… I wasn’t impressed… too much. Ok, yes I was. That was so dreamy. The look on Bull Jives face was priceless.
“How did you get out of the pit?” he asked.
“I looped the song.” Buzzy answered.
“You did what?”
“I put the song on replay. Now that we got that out of the way, your monsters are entertained, hand over the shoes.” Buzzy demanded.
“Over my dead body.” The Bull shot back.
“Alright have it your way.” Buzzy powered up. Bull Jive chuckled as he loosened his tie and tightened up his tennis shoes.
“You may be strong and fast, but I’m stronger and faster.” he said. They commenced to the fight Buzzy knew instantly that he was had by the bull. Not only he had him in size, but he actually did have him in strength and speed. Buzzy couldn’t break free from his grip, he was thrown around the office. Buzzy never felt so overpowered. He was knocked around and thrown into furniture and expensive vases, painting, and fine china. I kept my eyes closed I couldn’t bear to see what was happening. But then he turned to tables. As Bull Jive was running circles around him, Buzzy managed to trip him. Bull Jive fell hard and rolled into a wall. As he laid there stunned, Buzzy formed a sound ball that was so heavy that he had to hunch over and drag it. He charged at the bull and threw it at his face. The blow made a big hole in the wall. Half of Bull Jives body was hanging over the edge. Buzzy stood over him.
“Hand over the shoes.” Buzzy demanded.
“Ok I’ll give them to you.” Bull Jive replied. Buzzy gave him some space. The bull got up and kneeled down. He looked like he was untying his laces but he had a surprise under his pant leg. He pulled out a mind bending lazer and shot it at Buzzys skull.
“You like that bug?” he yelled. This gun will turn your brain into mush. Buzzy was down on the ground struggling holding his head. It was hard for him to think.
“What made you think that you can stomp with the big boys?” Bull Jive taunted. Buzzy struggled to get up.
“Get up Buzzy!” yelled Snax. I was so worried. I wish I could’ve helped him. But there was nothing we could do. It was the end of Buzzy as we knew it. All of this was for nothing.
“Kneel to me! Beg for mercy!” The Bull yelled. Buzzy got on his knees. We thought he was going to beg right there. But instead, he fidgeted with his stinger. He then pulled it off, like a plug from a socket. There was a grip on the bottom of the stinger he then held it like a ray gun. He then loaded it up and cocked it back like a shotgun. The way it was loaded looked very complicated. It looked like if loaded wrong, it could jam pretty bad, or maybe even explode in his face.
“Yeah I have some last words,” grunted Buzzy, “Try to outrun this!” he blasted it. Bull Jive was unable to run. He was unable to move. There was only a portal of darkness that surrounded Bull Jive. The power swallowed the bull whole and then it disappeared leaving nothing of him but the shoes of attitude. It was quiet for the moment. But suddenly the dark beam appeared again and shot at Buzzy hard and fast. An agonizing scream came from him once it made contact. We were all worried and confused at the same time. Buzzy laid there for a minute or two then slowly got up. He connected his stinger back to himself then walked over to us slouching. He pressed the button on the desk to let us back down. He then untied us one by one. Then sat on the desk.
“So…. I speak on behalf of everyone here by asking...what was all that with the stinger?” asked Terry.
“That was my trump card.” Buzzy answered.
“What do you mean?” asked Foxy.
“If there is a battle that I know I can’t win, I can use my stinger and send them to the Never World. There’s no way to dodge it, no way to run from it. Once its aimed for you, you’re as good as gone. But it comes with a price.”
“And what’s the price?” asked Snax. Buzzy looked at him,
“It takes part of my life away. If I use it for times, I’ll no longer live. I go to the Never World as well. I have four shots for my whole lifetime.”
“So this is your first one?” I asked.
“Nope! That was my third shot.” he answered. We all panicked.
“OMG how?!” we all shouted.
“I used one shot on a kidnapper when I was twelve. I did Mount San Blue a favor. Kids were going missing, and I ended that crisis.”
“I know who you are talking about.” Terry stated, “He snatched me up too and placed me in the arena. I respect that.” We all shook our heads and then he continued, “I used my second shot on a group of mercenaries that were terrorizing a small village while I was training with Grandmaster Fearless when I was fourteen. He was very upset with me that day because I didn’t put thought into figuring out a better way to handle that problem. Instead I shot my stinger out of impulse and anger. He saw it as me wasting my life when it could’ve been a better use for it. I know now that it was stupid to use my stinger for others, but in this moment, I had to use it for myself. I didn’t know that I could beat him on my own. But hey, it’s all good, I still got one more shot now. I’ll be fine. Now hand me the shoes.” I gave him the shoes.
“Thanks Honey.” he said. Buzzy placed them on his feet and the shoes practically glowed when he walked. He smiled. And for that reason, it made me smile.
Moral: Reckless heroes react. Real heroes respond. Know the difference.
Chapter Seven
You Need Me
MC Crispy
I stood on the balcony with the phone in my hand. I could tell that Bull Jive blew it with the bug. Not only I heard the failure, I could see it. I never needed a stupid device to see what was going on in actuality. My eyes could see beyond this mountain thanks to these powers. I couldn't believe how this bug became so hard to swat away. Why couldn’t anybody finish this job? It was easy work! I didn’t know if it was that my fellow gods were just incompetent, or was it that he was more powerful than anticipated. I felt that the longer the bug walked this earth, the more powerful he became. And once he was powerful enough, he’ll be back to take my spot on the throne of my mountain. I walked back in the throne room full of golden statues of me, red carpet and trophies all around the room with my greatest triumph sitting along the shelf, the grandmaster rag doll Fearless laying on his side in defeat.. I redecorated the room that was once the wretched radio studio that Fearless used to run. This place was mine, and I intended to keep it that way. However, I couldn’t understand why the bug was still alive. The thought of that frustrated me inside. I stormed over to the ragdoll that used to be Fearless and grabbed him.
“You knew this would happened didn't you?” I said, “You knew that your apprentice would be such a problem. That’s why you didn’t put up a real fight! You were passing the torch!” I threw the doll in anger. It rolled across the isle and landed on its side facing me. It looked like it was smiling at me and taunting me though its defeat, as if this was the last laugh beyond the grave of death. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted.
“You haven’t exploited the powers I gave you.” whispered Dekeeto in my mind.
“What do you mean master?” I asked, “I found you, I took over Mount San Blue and I run things now. What else is there?” Dekeeto, appeared in front of my eyes, not like the huge dragon that I rode on climbing up the mountain, but merely a smaller sized goat in a red and black suit. He had the vibe of a manager. I didn’t realize he took different forms.
“You have to reign, son.” Dekeeto stated, “Being the Rap God takes work. It’s work to get on top, and work to stay on top. You’re letting those critters destroy your image, and the world is starting to believe them whenever they perform. You must strip them of their fan base. You must show the world that if anybody gets the notion to mess with you… to not! As a result, they will get stomped. They need to know that they are playing with fire, and they will get burned alive. Your reign of terror starts no
w. It’s time for people to live in a world of fear. And I’m not talking about that whack, “rob rob seal steal” song I helped you sell when you met me. That song was trash but it still sold due to me backing you up. Remember when I had you battle rap that guy on the bridge of death?”
“Yeah…” I answered
“What did the loser have to do?” he asked.
“Jump…” I answered.
“And who was able to walk away from that duel?”
“I was…” I answered again.
“And don’t forget that I am the reason that you are the God you are today.” Dekeeto stated.
“What’s your point Dekeeto?” I asked. He looked at me and grinned.
“That duel was just the tip of the iceberg. It’s time to flex some dominating power. Show the world what will happen once they test you.”
“You’re right, Master Dekeeto. Let me show them.” I said confidently. I went back to the balcony and a Golden Microphone of Influence appeared. Dark clouds swirled around my head. Real drummers, real guitarists, and real trumpet players all provided by the powers of Dekeeto of course then surrounded me. Lighting struck as I began to rap like the Rap God that I was.
This is for you Dekeeto/
This is what you call that hot flow/ that rap god flow/
I run this world in case you did not know/
All you suckers bow down/ all the girls wipe me down/
I have the power/ want to fight me now?/
No one moves until I say so/ I’m the head honcho/
Flexing on my mountain got me looking real macho/
I destroyed Fearless, now who you gonna run to?/
All hail MC Crispy or I will burn you/
Shout out to Dekeeto for putting a king on the throne/
Anyone who oppose will get struck in the dome/
I don’t give didily squad about what your logic is/
This is real rap and ya’ll suckers should know what time it is/
And that goes for the little tiger whose rap is whack/
