“I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just let me live,” President Wyatt cried out.


“Let’s put that to the test. You will get on National TV and confess to the crimes of the crooked government. You have nothing else to lose but your life,” Luther said.


“I can’t do that. We are not crooked. We only do things to help this country,” Wyatt said. 


“Do you believe that?” Luther asked.


“It’s true,” Wyatt replied.


“Hahahaha. There is one saving grace for this country. The new generation of kids does not care so much about race or color. As dumb and idiotic as these internet babies are, they are not racist. Why do you think that is? It is simple. All of the older, racist, pieces of shits are dying off. I bet you’re wondering why I’m so concerned with this matter. It is simple. This country cannot succeed in the time of war when the others come against us if they are divided. When the revolt comes to take out this crooked system, the civilians need not fight amongst themselves over petty colors. They must stick together. The white man’s enemy is not the black man, and the black man’s enemy is not the white man. It is you and people like you who look at those people like pawns on a chess board,” Luther explained.


“You think you’re any better than me? You have killed countless people,” Wyatt rebutted. 


“I didn’t make the world the way it is….you did. You did, and people like you,” Luther said.


“We do what is necessary. We don’t enjoy it,” President Wyatt confessed.


“Same here. We are less different than we are alike,” Luther said.


“Hijacking the White House and holding the President at gunpoint is necessary to you?” Wyatt asked.


“100 percent,” Luther quickly replied.


“Wait. Where’s the First Lady and the kids?” Wyatt asked.


“Oh the same two-timing bitch that killed her husband and slept with the next man? That killed my uncle?! That First Lady?” Luther put the gun in Wyatt’s mouth.


“Uncle?” Wyatt asked with the gun in his mouth.


“Yes, that’s what I said. I’m sure you can put two and two together since you know so much about me. As for your First Lady, take a look.” Luther pulled out his phone and showed him a video.


The video was gruesome. It showed the former Mrs. King hanging from the ceiling by her hands, naked and bloodied. She was dead. He then showed the kids on the floor, bloodied and dead.


“Nooooo!!! You sick bastard! What did you do?” Wyatt lost it. He began to cry.


“I didn’t do anything. The fellas, however, may have had some fun with her before finishing the job. It's sad, but is there any sympathy for the Jezebel who betrays her husband and sleeps with his friend? Nah. You’re done playing God, Wyatt. It’s my turn,” Luther shot the President in the middle of his forehead.


Luther completely took over the White House. His lifelong connections through his uncle, the late President James King, were endless. Wyatt may have become President by means of death, but that was not his staff.


Luther looked at the list on the President’s desk and shook his head. Then, he picked up the phone and called Sultan, as though the President had all the world leaders’ numbers handwritten in a book.


“Hello?” Sultan answered.


“Sultan, on behalf of everyone in America, you, North Korea, China, Russia, and anyone else who has an issue with us can go fuck yourself,” Luther said. He hung up the phone before Sultan could respond.


“Hmm. It seems the Americans want a World War after all. This level of disrespect shall not be tolerated under any circumstances—such a shame. I was hoping it would not come to this,” the Sultan said to himself.


“Ayvah! Are you ready to head out?” Lynn called out to Ayvah from the living room.


Ayvah came out of her room. “Yea, where’s dad? Is he coming?” 


“No, he wasn’t feeling well last night, and he’s still sleeping. I don’t want to wake him. He can catch your tournament next weekend,” Lynn said. She could see the disappointment in Ayvah’s eyes. Ayvah quickly cheered up at the thought of all her father had endured.


Lynn and Ayvah went to Ayvah’s basketball tournament and, afterwards, grabbed a bite to eat. When they returned home, they found the house exactly as they had left it. 


“There’s no way your dad is still sleeping,” Lynn said as she flicked on the lights.


They went into the room to find JD lying in the same position.


“Jerry? Babe?” Lynn nudged him softly to see if he’d move. She quickly got frantic and started to shake him aggressively.


JD didn’t budge.


“What–what’s wrong with him?” Ayvah had tears begin to form in her eyes.


“No, no, no, no! Baby, wake up, please!” Lynn pleaded with an unresponsive JD. She grabbed her phone and called 9-1-1.