by B. Chris
The three bug eyed girl who thinks she’s stating facts/
The little vixen girl that don’t know where she belongs/
And you can tell that ugly dog to run and record that/
And you can tell that yellow bug what I said/
I won’t stop until I get his severed head/
His severed head?/ his severed head/
I won’t stop until I get his severed head/
BUZZY’S DEAD/
That was exhilarating. Dekeeto had that rap turned into a USB port. Tint appeared next to him as he gave Tint the USB.
“Spread the word…” Dekeeto stated. Tint flipped open his laptop then plugged it in. Just like that, my song went viral. I’m sure the bug got my message loud and clear.
Moral: The work isn’t over when you’re on top
Chapter Eight
Shot at the Title
Terry
We were all back on the tour bus standing around Snaxs laptop looking at the video that Crispy made I gotta say that he was good. He had gotten better than the last time I’ve heard his lyrics. But either way, I could tell that he was not talented at all. I can tell that Dekeeto did most of the work for him. I could tell that he didn’t put in any work as an MC. Not like me, not like the Hot fire Tiger, that being me. I think it should take an MC to destroy a MC. Therefore Crispy should be mine to execute, not Buzzy. Judging from his last bout with Bull Jive, he couldn’t hold his own. Not to mention, he could self-destruct at anytime with his stinger. How could we trust that when we make it to Crispy and Dekeeto? He’s weaker than when we started, plus he’s a DJ. He may have the brains for this battle, but I don’t think he has the guts to get dangerous when the time is needed. It’s one thing to get to that point when you’re back is against the wall, but what about when you have the upper hand? We wouldn’t be in these situations if he would just knock the bad guys out on site. Forget about giving them chances. Snax was the first one to speak on the Crispys video.
“Holy smokes!” he said, “He’s actually good now! What are we going to do? Are we really going to face that type of awesomeness?”
“Yeah Snax,” said Buzzy, “we are. Because that’s not Crispys power. That’s owned by Dekeeto. Trust me, once we separate them, they will be done for. They actually need each other. Crispy needs Dekeetos power because his rhymes suck on his own, while Dekeeto needs Crispys body as a host because his powers are useless as a spirit. Once we get the the Mic of influence we’ll be set.”
“I don’t know if you realized,” I interrupted, “But they have the Mic of Influence! That’s the most powerful item of all the items we picked up on the way. I know for a fact that when we make it to the next city, they will hate us. Our credibility to our music will be trashed.”
“So what’s your plan then, Terry?” asked Buzzy.
“I say we take it to Crispys front door and take the microphone from him. We don't need any of this stuff that we’re looking for. That is if their as weak as you claim them to be.” I said. Buzzy then countered,
“But we are not ready yet, Terry. We need a solid plan. What we are doing now is a solid plan. It’s the little things that are important that wins the fight.”
“Oh this is coming from the bug that uses his stinger as a way out from a bad situation. Don’t lecture me about little things.” I stated.
“Cool it with that bug statement, Terry.” he resented.
“No you cool it!” I yelled, “I’ve waited long enough to take it to him. And you might not be ready to take Crispys throne and save your grandmaster, not mine, your grandmaster! But I am. I’ll save him for you. You’re a single shot away from perishing anyway!”
“I know you’re not going to take that Buzzy!” Snax instigated recording with his camera.
“Shut your face Snax!” I yelled.
“Hey don’t talk to Snax like that!” Foxy and Honey yelled pushing me. Terry shoved them back.
“Get off me!” I yelled.
“Hold it!” said Buzzy. We all stopped that ruckus. He turned to me. “Come with me off the bus Terry. I’ll show you who’s the better musician.”
Him saying that was music to my ears. I dashed off the bus as he followed.
We were in the middle of a golden field as the sun was setting. The wind blew calmly as if there were a storm coming. He rolled up his sleeves as I rolled up mine. He looked way calmer than what he should be. Apparently, he must not know what he’s up against. I am the greatest battle-rapping gladiator of all time.
“Aren’t you going to Amplify?” I asked, “I won’t be showing mercy in this fight.”
“Nah,” he answered, “I’d rather savor my energy.” That arrogant prick!
“Fine then.” I stated, as I proceeded to battle.
We’re in this golden field caught between the starts and the sun/
I’m about to show this DJ why I should be the chosen one/
I’m a problem, and I won’t answer to you/
I’m a balancing act between fiction and fact to you/
I’ll preach to this sucker about where I’m from until he has an addiction to where I’m at/
And I’ll bring him the pain until I sit where he’s sat/
Two flaming blue ninjas appeared at my side. I glared at Buzzy. That was my signal for them to attack. They ran at him side by side streaks of fire trailed behind them on the field. It wasn't enough to start a flaming field fire due to the way win. The two ninjas alternated switching places as they ran toward Buzzy to confuse him. But for some odd reason, the illusion I had them cause wasn't enough. One ninja tried to punch him and the other tried to kick him. Buzzy managed to catch both blows. Then with ease, he reversed it by flipping one into the other making them both disappear into thin air with a single poof. He patted the fire off of his sleeves and adjusted his glasses then glared back at me. His shades were dark but I could still see the danger peering through the other end of those lenses.
“Please don't tell me that's all you got.” he taunted. I was instantly enraged. I gave him another sixteen bars. I formed a flaming monster from my lyrics. He arose from the ground standing over Buzzy. He didn't seem intimidated one bit. He gave my creature a smirk. He reached for the sky then he pulled down as if he was pulling something. Suddenly, his monster made of wind dropped from the sky like a meteor. I assume it was the same monster that Honey told me about when they were locked in the diner with Tint and his shadow crew. However it didn't matter my monster was going to demolish his monster. Once again, came to my surprise, my monster didn't stand a chance. Buzzes monster clobbered mine. They then disappeared leaving Buzzy to taunt me again.
“So this is what the “Hot fire Tiger” has to offer huh? Just getting caught with these hands?” I was infuriated. I attacked him myself. He blocked and dodged everything I threw at him. My punches, kicks, scratches, bites and even my gladiator sword all were for nothing. But I kept going, drastically demanding him to fight me back, which made him say,
“You know the craziest thing about not keeping your cool? If you let your rage consume you…” I threw a haymaker and he disappeared. Where did he go? I couldn't find him, I frantically looked around. I then heard AMPLIFY from behind. I turned and all I saw was a fist fly my way. I was paralyzed. There was no way to evade it. Luckily the fist stopped inches away from my face but his power demolished the golden field behind me. I was still unable to move. Buzzy finished his statement.
“You'll lose sight of everything.” I was still frozen. I thought I was dead. Where did this power come from? I was had in every way. I couldn't understand it. I’m a warrior raised in combat. All I could mutter was,
“You're so powerful…” what Buzzy responded to me came from left field and I don't think I'll never forget it. He said,
“As true as it may seem, my powers mean nothing without your help, Terry. Put your trust in me as I put in you, homie.” he then cuffed his arm around my neck and walked back to
the bus as if the fight never happened.
How can someone be so cool? If it were the other way around, I don't think would've shown him the same remorse. He spared me. Maybe that's what he wanted to show me. There's more than just busting some heads and being a savage. Maybe there can be peace after all. Maybe it's time to stop thinking like a caged animal and become free in my frame of mind. As we hopped back on the bus, Snax had to speak,
“Looks like Buzzy served you up a beat down huh?” Buzzy and I both responded,
“Shut your face, Snax.” The GPS alarm went off. We all turned to the screen to see what was up. It showed that the Mic of Influence was being transported to Outskirts Island.
“Outskirts island? That's where it is?” I said, “Anything goes down out there. I heard there were cannibals and savages living on that island.”
“I heard that too. But it's only a rumor.” said Buzzy.
“That's because no one has ever came back to tell the story.” Foxy stated.
“You know it's a trap right?” Honey predicted, “You know why Crispy sent the microphone there right? Please tell me you see it coming.”
“I see it , Honey,” Buzzy responded, “but due to our situation, we don't have a choice. We got to get that final piece. There's no other way around it. We are way to close now.”
“Well I guess even then,” I said, “Outskirts island is on the outskirts of the world. We are not even close to being there. It'll take weeks getting there on the bus.”
“You're totally right, T.” Buzzy turned to Snax and directed him to sit in the drivers seat.
“Ok now press that button.” Buzzy directed. Snax pressed it. Suddenly, the bus started shaking. It transformed into a plane. We were wowed once again.”
“Dude!” I yelled, “When did you have time to make a plane?”
“The same time I made the bus in the first place..” Buzzy answered, “I figured it would be a great feature.”
“We could've been flying the whole time!” Honey shouted.
“Yeah…” Buzzy responded. Honey was annoyed,
“Well why weren't we flying in the first place?”
“Well,” said Buzzy, “can you fly a plane? I know I can't.”
“No…” Answered Honey.
“Now due to our situation, we have to get there fast. Snax is the most computer savvy out of all of us, so he can do it. Ok Snax, it's your time to shine. Snax was excited.
“Everybody buckle up.” he said. We all sat in our jet seats. Buzzy sat in the front with his legs kicked up over the dashboard. The fuel from the plane blasted as we lifted off the ground. We were high in the sky. Being so high was pretty soothing. It made my eyes heavy. I figured a nap was in order. So I went ahead and rested my eyes.
“WAKE UP EVERYBODY!!!” Snax yelled super loud.
“What the heck Snax?” I yelled back. We all weren't in the mood for his mess. Turns out we were all sleep for about an hour.
“We're here guys,” he said, “were hovering over the Outskirts. Buzzy this plane is awesome. It took a few minutes to get the hang of but now I got it. However I did press the Z button on these controls and that actually puts passengers to sleep. I guess that feature is for space travel? Please tell me it's for space travel, Buzzy.” he was really excited about this plane.”
“That, my canine friend, is a feature for another day.” Buzzy answered, “Ok so we are gonna repel down.” So Buzzy, Honey, Foxy and I zipped down from the hovercraft. The island was pretty dead out there. The skies were covered with dark grey clouds and the desert took up most of the land. There were also canyons and buildings that were sunk into the ground, almost as if there was another city was underneath the emptiness up top. It was like the Ruins but worse. We detached ourselves from the cord and decided to split up and find the mic. Whichever group finds it first, radio the other group and pinpoint their location. I went with Buzzy while Honey and Foxy went another way. A few miles out, Buzzy spoke on the radio,
“Be on your guard y'all. Remember, were on the outskirts now. It could be crawling with anything.”
“Got it, Buzzy.” Foxy responded.
“You too Snax,” he continued, “you're our eyes and ears overall. Let us know if you see anything.”
“Rodger, Rodger!” Snax confirmed. I looked back and saw Foxy and Honey slowly fading into the wind. It kind of looked like they were bickering though but I couldn't make it out.
“Man, how can we find the mic when the GPS scouter is going nuts? I asked, “We can’t follow it anywhere.”
“I guess we have to put it on scan mode. If anything good comes up, we’ll find it.” Buzzy answered.
“I guess we have no other option.” I responded. I set the GPS to scanner mode. It began to beep. As we progressed closer to the apocalyptic city, it started beeping faster.
“Hey B, its beeping faster.”
“What?” he said, “Ok, keep your eyes peeled.” We looked around and saw something in an ally way. We dashed toward it. We were getting warmer and warmer. The object was a size of a car and it was under a cover. We pulled the cover off and it was an off road four seated buggie.
“Holy smokes…” I said.
“This thing is off the hook…” said Buzzy. I had to turn to him,
How can you be amazed when you’ve made a plane? I asked.
“I got to give credit when credit is due,” he answered, “but where’s the mic?” We looked at each other awkwardly then instantly started looking inside the buggie for it. There’s no way it could be this easy.
“There’s no way our luck can be this good.” said Buzzy.
“If we can find this mic in this buggie I’ll be a monkeys….” Suddenly, inside the glove compartment there it was, the Microphone of Influence!
“Woo hoo!!” I yelled.
“Woo!” yelled Buzzy. We had a big celebration touchdown dance moment. He then said,
“Dude, I can’t believe how easy this was.”
“I know right?” I exclaimed, “who could be so stupid to leave this mic in a kart with no doors?” Suddenly, we heard a voice,
“Yeah that’s what I want to know…” it was Tint appearing with his crew. So there were no freaky monsters, and there were no cannibals. It was only the shadow crew living on the empty land. He looked behind his mob of shadows,
“Who did this?” a member appeared behind him nervous,
“Sorry it was me…” Tint punched him in the face.
“You had one job, stupid. One JOB! Take it to the base and lock it up in the cellar. Now we have to take care of these fools without the trap we’ve set.”
“How are you not hurt right now? Its daytime.” I asked. Tint pointed to the sky,
“Its cloudy 24/7 in the Outskirts. No way out this time, Bug.”
Moral: Attitude reflects Leadership.
Chapter Nine
Flash Bang Explosions
Foxy
I was definitely irked. If this girl didn't stop jiving, I swear she was going to get her hair pulled.
“What's your problem, Honey?” I asked.
“Why did you get to talk in the walkie-talkie?” She kept reaching for it.
“You're acting real childish right now.” I said. I just gave her the radio, “Girl, here. It ain't even all that serious.” She hooked the radio oh her hip as if she showed me who ran things. As were walking, I couldn't take it any longer. I had to call her out on her bogusness.
“Ok Honey Que, whats you're static with me?” I asked, “Is it really because I'm a Vixen? Is it because I'm talented? Or is it because I'm cuter than you?” She laughed out loud pretending what I said didn’t affect her.
“Ha! Aw you know something fox girl? I'll have to disagree with you on that one!” She put her fists up ready to fight.
“What are you thinking about doing with those hands?” I asked.
“Oh you're about to catch these hands.” She responded, “Put dow
n that guitar and get some.”
“I don't need this guitar to kick the stinger off your butt!” I yelled as I took off my guitar and mounted it in the sand, “Bring it on, tomboy!”
“Ladies first…. Oh wait, you're not one, you're a Vixen, there's nothing lady like about you.” That struck a serious nerve. I charged and tackled her. We then rolled down the sandy hill. And I admit, it was a real girly fight. It looked like a mosquito match the way we were hitting each other. Real pathetic and girly… It was not exactly one of my best moments. As we wrestled, I managed to grab her ponytail. However, she managed to grab my hair too.
“Let go of my hair!” I demanded.
“You let go of mine.” She shouted.
“Ok, how about we both let go at the same time.” I suggested.
“Bite me!” Honey argued.
“You’re psychic right? Read my thoughts. I’ll let go if you do.” I assume she figured I was telling the truth. We both let go, no need for a count. We both sat up in the sand and dusted ourselves off.
“My problem is that I don’t want you corrupting, Buzzys mind with your persuasions.” Honey opened up, “He has more important things at stake than to be wasting time falling for a girl you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, “I don’t persuade him with anything. All I did was rock out this whole trip. I didn’t pull any tricks on anybody. Out of anybody in the circle, you’re the one pulling him into situations, teasing him and…” All of a sudden it hit me. OMG this was too good. “Wait, don’t tell me… you like him don’t you?”
“What? NO!” she lied. Honey looked so guilty, “I just want him to keep his head in the game that's all!”
“I got to say Honey, that’s a pretty tired excuse.” I said, “I’ve seen the way you look at him. And not to mention, you’re all up in his face most of the time anyway. C’mon, admit it.”
“Fine…I do.” she admitted as she shook her head. I nudged her,
