Born Hard Again: Book Three of the Future Remembered Chronicles by Bo Unce Read Free Book Online Page B

fuck out!  P, yo ass goan have ta lead me dere."
    I realized Koochy's field of view was very narrow.  In jest, I moved just out of his vision and extended one of my feet to nudge him on the arm.
    "Here, take my hand and I'll get us over to the door," I offered him my foot, grinning.
    "Ay, P, thanks, dog.  You my numma one stunna fo' rea', bloo-" he stopped as he grasped my foot.  "Fuck, P!  Tha fuck is dis, some kinda baga dicks?  Why you goan hand me some buncha dicks?" he demanded, recoiling.
    I backed up, laughing.  "Marcus, you just got... dick footed!"
    "Man, fuck you, P!  Yo ass ain't cleva.  Yo ass ain't thankin' 'bout sheit!" he scowled.
    "More like, thinking about dickfooting you again," I chuckled.
    "Mane, stop sayin' dat.  Dat shit stupid."
    Grasping his hand with my real hand this time, we sprinted together towards the great iron gate.
    "Cleveland Jesus!" Makayla cried out to our backs as we fled.  "My lord, where are you going?"
    We reached the heavy gate and I exclaimed desperately, "I...I didn't see any way to open it.  Last time I was here, I mean."
    "We jes goan have ta man up an' lift dis shit," Koochy explained.  "I done tweaked deese suits so dey all scrong and shit.  It ain't goan be easy but we can lift dis shit fo' true."
    He leaned over, bent down and dug his fingers into the base of the door. 
    "Mane, get yo ass on dis shit!  I cain't lift dis bitch by my damn se'f!" Koochy barked and I obliged.
    Together, we began to lift the immense barrier.  I couldn't believe it.  It was the heaviest thing I had ever moved.  Inch by inch, we managed to pull the gate a good three feet off of the ground.
    "Now, quick, we gotta swing under one at a time, P!" Koochy told me.
    I opened my mouth to answer him, but became distracted by the sound of a horde of my followers approaching.
    "Hurry, hurry!" I shouted.
    "A'ight, den!  Don't let dis shit crush my ass, P!" Koochy pleaded and then, with great exertion, managed to swing himself under the enormous door and outside.  "Hoooo shit!  I made it!  Damn, P!  Break yo se'f!  Get out here!"
    I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold up my share of the weight of the door while ducking under to join Koochy outside on the tundra. 
    "My lord," Makayla approached me.  "Why do you struggle so?  Like, what are you doing?  Looks supes hard."
    "I command you to open this door!" my voice trembled as I bellowed my holy writ. 
    Makayla's face faltered and turned white. 
    "Of...of course, my Lord!" she made a motion with her hands and two dozen girls rushed forward.  Once they put their shoulders to the metal door, it was easily lifted well above my toddler head. 
    I stood for a moment, bewildered, staring at Makayla who looked like someone had just killed her favorite pet.
    "Ay, P, a'ight den, you done a'ight, son," Koochy complimented me.
    "Makayla, I command you... all of you, to stay here and await my return.  The day will come on which I will call upon you.  Wait for me here.  Do not follow us," I tried.
    Makayla's lower lip shook and I felt she might burst into tears.
    Without a further word, I turned my back on my entombed followers and met Koochy on the other side of the door.
    "Damn, son," he chuckled.  "Col' as hell, bra."
    "Bro!" I heard faintly through the door.  "I coulda lifted that!"
    I smiled, feeling almost fully healed at this point.  The over-powered surgipod suit was filling my body with strength and vigor.  It almost felt as if my skin was alive with a mind of its own.  I couldn't wait to get out of this suit.  But, first I had to find TK.
    Looking around, I saw that I was surrounded by doors.  There were at least a hundred. 
    "Oh no..." I said, quietly.
    "Damn, dat ho coul' be any damn where.  And, deese batteries is dyin'.  We ain't goan be shit wit'out deese chere suits.  P, we need a fresh plan, my man."  Koochy slapped me on the back.
    "TK!" I thought, loudly.  "TK, are you there?"
    "Of course I'm here, Preston,"