EDIT 7/15: I'm moving this fic to T. It's very intense and I don't put disclaimers on chapters because I believe it spoils a chapter. You have been warned.

Enjoy.

A normal day. For others it's wake up, school/work, go home, got to sleep, repeat. For the Freemans the routine was slightly different; wake up, annoy elders, go to school/find a date on MySpace, come home, annoy elders even more, fuck up house fighting your little brother, go to sleep with an aching backside.

Today wasn't any different except for the 'find a date on MySpace' changed to 'go on a date from MySpace'. Usually when this happened, Granddad came back immediately and unsatisfied, but today he hadn't come back when they came from school. Instead all they found was a note….and Uncle Ruckus.

"Listen up you crispy, crunchy coons. Ya granddaddy won't be back 'till tonight, so just shut the fuck up and keep your nigga ignorance to yourself. I won't fall for that nigga ambush bullshit again, so just stay outta my way."

Despite this, Uncle Ruckus DID get booted out of the house, quite brutally. Swords, pellets, and afro and some braids were the only thing that he remembered; and even that was in a blur. He'd get back in this time though. Those coons weren't going to get the best of Uncle Ruckus.

"Dumb nigga. I don't know why that Granddad keep hiring that dude. We'd be better off wit Michael Jackson and a can of Jesus juice," Riley ranted on to his older brother. He was still looking out the window in the direction where their ex-babysitter had retreated. "He don't even like us. I mean it's not like we can't take care of ourselves for a couple of hours."

"Yeah, but you have to remember what happened last time Granddad left us alone. He barley trusts us in when we're with him let alone by ourselves. If we can survive this time without a babysitter, Ruckus won't have to come back," Huey, the eldest brother, said from his spot at the computer. It was 11:00 and Granddad wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. They could handle it.

"Hey, a long as that nigga ain't comin' back. But I'll see you later," Riley said, strolling over towards the door. Before he could even put his hand on the doorknob, his brother's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Where the hell do you think you're going this late?" he questioned not looking up from his computer.

"I'm bout to ride to Thugnificent's crib," Riley replied. After Macktastic had taken the chains to the best jeweler in Woodcrest, they'd found out that the chains were actually real. The jeweler who told Butch they were fake apparently only lied to get himself off the hook (or just out of danger from Butch).

"You really think I'm gonna let a 10-year-old out this time out night?" he asked finally looking up at Riley.

"I can take care of myself! Gimmie one good reason ta list-…!"

An earsplitting thunder crash startled Riley out of his sentence. He slammed his back against the door and gritted his teeth together in pure fright. Huey, however, didn't even budge.

"You were saying?"

"Shut up!"

"The whole block is out," Huey stated peeking out the window in the living room. Riley, trying desperately to hide his fear, stayed close to Huey but not to the point of dick-riding. "I think there's some candles upstairs and some flashlights in the garage."

"…So."

"Will you go get the flashlights... or are you too afraid to go?"

"I ain't neva sacred nigga! Im'a get 'em too watch," Riley shot back, his pride too hurt to admit that thunderstorms were one of the few things that did scare him.

"Alright, if you say so. I'm gonna go get the candles. Don't even think about running off, the garage door is broken."

"I ain't goin' nowhere nigga! And I ain't gotta do what you say anyw-AHHH!" Riley, once again knocked out of a sentence by the intruding crash of thunder and lighting.

"Just get the flashlights, I'll be lighting some candles upstairs."

"Whateva nigga," riley mumbled under his breath to Huey's retreating frame. It was no use arguing with his brother, he'd lose either way. It he didn't go get the flashlights, he'd be a punk. If he went with his brother, he'd be a punk. Might as well prove him wrong.

"I mean lightnin' can't hurt nobody. Heh, it's just lightnin'," he assured himself, making his way to the garage.

You really think you're going to get away with it little nigglet.

"Thunder ain't scary. It's just some noise. That's all," he told himself out loud, not caring how crazy he sounded. He opened the garage door and looked around at the mass of darkness.

Dumb little nigger. I'll show you who REALLY in charge.

"Hell, it ain't like somethin' just gon' pop out and grab me," Riley said. Suddenly, he was jerked up from behind and suspended off of the ground. His first thought, to scream, was stopped by a large strip of duct tape being slapped on his mouth. Riley kicked and screamed against the intruder until he spun him around. The attacker bounded his arms together with more duct tape and rammed Riley into the ground with his knee in his back, stopping Riley's kicking with his weight. This was obviously a fat dude.

The obese harasser placed his large hands over Riley's ears to stop him from recognizing his voice, but hearing it nonetheless.

"You thought I'd get over it didn't you," the voice whispered. The rough masculine voice sent chills down his spine. What the hell did he want? Why him? Who was this guy?

"Stupid nigger. You think you're gonna outsmart me? I'll show you. Oh, I'll show you," the man spoke softly in his ear, slowing down his last few words. Realization his Riley like a sack of bricks, 'Oh, My God. Please, no. Not him again.'

Riley started to thrash wildly to escape the man atop his small frame. If this was who he thought it was there was no telling what he'd do.

His flailing did him no good. Seeing as he felt the large hands come off his ears and make their way down to his waistline. 'No….no… anything but that.'

"It'll all be over soon."

'NO…..GOD!...Granddad!...HUEY!'