A/N: So here is a new story for Secrets4theunderground's new contest on Nigga moments. I apologize in advance for a certain word used in this chapter but it fit in the sentence and seemed like the most real thing someone would say in the state the character was in at the time. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks Aaron McGruder and Sony pictures Inc. does.

Chapter 1 – Heaven

Huey stood with his arms out staring down the business ends of two pistols, making him go cross eyed to see both. In his own outstretched arms he held two Colts holding them at nearly a ninety degree angle from his body.

In the sights of both his guns were on his right his former best friend Caesar and on his left his younger wannabe gangster brother Riley.

"Drop da guns niggas," Riley shouted angrily at both him and Caesar gesturing with his guns.

"Not this time, this nigger's got to pay," Caesar said jabbing his right pistol at Huey. "Only one of us can come out of his."

"She's mine," Huey growled back and if Riley had not been holding him up with his own guns, he would pounced on his former best friend and beaten him to death with his fists.

"Nigga dat don't matter, ya'll messed up mah new Nikes," Riley cried slightly drawing their attention to the black scuff marks on his white Nike Basketball shoes. "Both ya'll niggas gonna pay for dis."

"Please Huey, Caesar stop this foolishness," Jazmine cried off to the side. Huey had forgotten she was there, all his attention on the triggers of the guns pointed at him.

"Hush bitch, dis ain't involving ya," Riley snapped at her.

"This has everything to do with her," Caesar snapped back at Riley waving his gun at the youngest member of the Mexican standoff.

"And she isn't a bitch, nigga, she's my girlfriend," Huey added and the anger of the standoff shifted from being equally between the three members of the standoff to being largely on Riley for a moment, but not for long.

"Wait, wait, wait nigga she's my girlfriend," Caesar argued and once again the anger shifted back to being equally between all members and they were back to square one. No one wanted to stand down afraid the other would shoot and each wanted to shoot but was afraid the other member of the standoff would shoot them at the same time.

"I'm no one's girlfriend," Jazmine cried weakly, tears welling quickly in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she watched helplessly sitting from in the corner with her legs bent behind her.

They all squeezed the triggers of their guns a little tighter as they each reacted to one another's movements.

Suddenly everything stopped for Huey and it was like he was watching the scene from above. They all pulled their triggers and six bullets fired simultaneously.

All at the same time the bullets hit each of them in the forehead and it was over. Huey, Caesar, and Riley crashed to the ground. Their eyes were cold and lifeless like glass as their blood pooled around them mingling in the centre to form a single indistinct puddle of bright red liquid.

Huey watched the scene for a split second before everything went white and his life flashed before his eyes. He watched his short fifteen year life flash before his eyes. The day his parents died, their funeral, then the day their Granddad moved them from Chicago to Woodcrest then the day he moved them from Chicago to Woodcrest. The day he met Jazmine on the hill lingered longer than the others and it tugged at him especially how cold he had been to Jazmine back then. It was quickly followed by the day he met Caesar the only other real black person in the neighbourhood not related to him. The memories seemed to overlap and Huey watched them simultaneously. He lingered on those two moments for what seemed like an eternity as they played over and over in his head.

When the memories finally moved on it was just more of Jazmine and Caesar: the day Jazmine asked him what was in his hair, creating the Whoopi's with Caesar, tossing a trashcan at Wuncler's lemonade stand and freeing Jazmine from his extortionist ways, trying to find a boyfriend for Condoleezza Rice with Caesar.

Next came memories of Riley like the time he tried to kidnap Oprah with Ed and Rummy and he had beaten him for it, fighting the Hateocracy, grounding him while Granddad did it big, giving Riley a bullet proof vest only to get it back with a bullet in the front.

Suddenly his memories ended short of the events leading up to the standoff. His memories were replaced by white fluffy clouds surrounding a giant gold gate. Out front of the gate was a line of people all heading to a desk were a dark skinned man sat.

"Huey Freeman," a deep voice said into his head.

"Who is this?" Huey asked cautiously looking around for the source of the voice but he could not find it. If he did not know better he would have sworn he was in the Christian version of the afterlife.

"I am God, Huey Freeman," the voice said.

"God as in God, God the father of Jesus Christ?" Huey asked in disbelief. If this was the Christian Heaven how was he, a disbeliever, here? Were they showing him what he would be missing before sending him to Hell for heresy?

"Yes, Huey Freeman, God as in the God," the voice chuckled and Huey's world trembled.

"Why are you talking to me?" Huey asked looking around for the white bearded man. If they had been right about this much already, why would he assume they were wrong about God's appearance?

"Your life is interesting," the voice said. "But I don't like how it ended."

"So change it. You're God, "Huey said seeing a chance.

"Why so you can go back and have another nigga moment? I don't think so," the voice chuckled again.

"Then what are you talking about?" Huey asked getting annoyed even though it was God who he was talking too.

"Oh, I don't know maybe we should have a look back," the voice said.

"Wait a second you're not God," Huey said suddenly, recognizing the voice's speech tendencies.

"Of course I am," the voice coughed.

"No you're not."

"Then who am I Huey Freeman?" the voice asked.

Huey gave him a rare smile, "You're the White Shadow."

The White Shadow stepped out of the clouds dressed in a black suit with black shades while saying, "I guess I can't hide it forever." As he stepped out of the clouds, the white fluffy clouds disappeared being replaced by a simple white existence. The gates disappeared along with the people and St. Peter leaving only Huey and the White Shadow in a horribly white reality.

"This is not really Heaven?" Huey asked looking around for something not completely white.

"No it's not," the White Shadow said.

"Then where are we?"

"Can't you guess Huey? We're in your head," the White Shadow said and the whiteness turned back into reality and the disembodied Huey could see that he, Caesar, and Riley were still in their Mexican standoff.

"So I'm not dead yet?" Huey asked looking at the scene in wonder. "I didn't kill them."

"Not yet, but what I showed you is the outcome of this nigga moment as things stand right now," the White Shadow explained walking through the standoff looking at the muzzle of Huey's gun that he had pointed at Caesar.

"They deserve it," Huey said angrily looking at the hate in Caesar's and Riley's eyes.

"Do they really?"

"They do?" Huey said with conviction.

"Do you deserve it as well?" the White Shadow asked but when Huey went to answer he held up his hand. "No don't answer that now. Why don't you think back on what led up to this point and them tell me."

"I know the outcome it will always be this," Huey said stubbornly.

"How can you be sure? Are you part of an all seeing organization? I think not. Just go back and look over everything and I mean everything," the White Shadow said. "And remember there is always more than two ways for a nigga moment to end, there is not just death or jail."

"Fine," Huey grumbled closing his eyes.