Chapter Nine: The Bubba Joe Plan
Chapter Nine: The Bubba Joe Plan
The Time War began to feel more appeasing to Penz. The
hillbillies Lucius Malfoy hired to keep all the black men working in the
catacombs were as ruthless as the Daleks back in the war. There were very few
breaks (water only, no food) and not a single day given to rest. Penz could
take it for as long as he could manage – his Time Lord biology allotted him a
level of endurance extended past typical human limitations. But that’s not to
say he was without his own.
Still in his original incarnation, Penz had yet to
experience the blessing (or curse, depending how one looks at it) of
regeneration. In his default form, his body – that of what Earth humans would
perceive as a 33-year-old African American male – was virtually made out of
stone. Even the most fit among the slaves he worked with questioned where he
got such a physique. “Workin’ hard…dat’s all,” he told them.
He hated talking like an illiterate. It was part of his
cover as “Harris,” one of the poor black men recruited to dig beneath Malfoy
Manor…dig beneath the congregation of the high-class white folk of Baton Rouge
that were invited to the Malfoys’ evening party. He could hear them up there,
laughing and conversing while black men were working themselves to
death…literally.
All these slaves, young and short, were just working as food
for Cthulhu.
It was the entire reason Penz and his big brother,
Aznavorian the Tinkerer, came to Louisiana of 1929: to investigate the
possibility of Cthulhu itself living somewhere under the foundation of Malfoy
Manor. The surge of energy they detected from Aznavorian’s TARDIS had to have
come from the “Great Old One” of Lovecraftian legend. They just didn’t count on
it coming from the one time and place that wasn’t exactly friendly to black men
like themselves.
Neither did they count on one of the regenerations of
Neas, Aznavorian’s daughter (and Penz’s niece), coming to the same time and
place. She called herself “Alicia” in this form, a black woman with skin
slightly lighter than Penz’s (much
lighter than Aznavorian’s “Skeeta” incarnation). Bubba Joe and his posse did a
number on her, prior to throwing her into the pit with them. Her face and body
was bruised and scarred. Penz could see the mark left on her throat from where
they hanged her – not long enough to kill her, but long enough to beat her
close to death.
They broke her body, yet they didn’t break her resolve.
While “working” there in the catacombs, Alicia rallied
the enslaved men during the water breaks. Penz only found out what she had
planned when she came to him last. “After our next break, I want you to pick a
fight with Rufus over there,” she pointed to one heavyset man who stood close
to seven feet tall. Next to Penz (and recently Alicia), Rufus was the tallest
and strongest worker there in the catacombs. He would carry rocks twice the
size of regular men and load them into the wheelbarrows.
A man of his size and strength could’ve broken out of
there anytime; but Malfoy’s guardsmen had their guns and clubs fixed on him at
all times, ready to strike if Rufus so much as sneezed.
Penz didn’t know what Alicia had in mind overall in her
plan. Nonetheless, he followed through with it, purposely bumping into Rufus as
they returned to work. “You watch where you goin’, boy!” Rufus roared to him.
“I would, if yo’ big behind weren’t in my way,” Penz
screamed back.
Their shouting transpired into shoving, prompting the
guards to try and break them up. It was exactly what they wanted them to do.
Rufus landed one mighty punch across the face of a rifle-armed guard, knocking
him out cold. Penz followed by laying out the other that moved in on them. Soon,
all the other guards retaliated, only to have been overpowered by all the other
slaves Alicia rallied to her escape plan.
They freed themselves from the cavern, following a
specific path Penz directed them to that would take them to a clearing in the
woods and lead them back home to the boonies. Skeeta patrolled near the
clearing every few hours, just in case a slave or two managed to escape the
catacombs. He’s gonna have his hands
full, once he sees the load he’ll have to guide, Penz thought as he ensured
every man was out through the secret tunnel.
All except for Alicia (and Samuel, who was somewhere
upstairs in the manor, fetching more water) fled from their enslavement. Penz
found her staring down a tunnel that led much further underground. “Watchu
doin’, gurl?” he asked her. “Ain’t you wanna be free?”
“It wasn’t my intention to come down here, Harris, but
I’m kinda glad that I did,” Alicia said. “What you told me about Henry Dobbins
and the monster that he saw…it’s gotta be the thing that I’ve been looking
for…Cthulhu.”
In that moment, Penz wanted so desperately to drop his
cover and tell this brave woman – his niece – that he was there for the same
reason. All that held him back were the freed men who would need his help in
getting back home. He could only keep playing the “dumb, illiterate colored
man” act and tell Alicia, “I dunno watchu lookin’ fo’, gurl, but I bettah see
you later up top.”
He left her after that, praying in
his thoughts that she wouldn’t find Cthulhu before he and Skeeta did.
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Lucius Malfoy’s shindig
sickened Maureen more and more with every second. It was 1929 and black slaves
were serving a bunch of fat, happy white people. Maureen didn’t eat or drink
the entire time she was there, no matter how many gentle waiters approached her
with a tray of Malfoy’s “finest” champagne.
Thankfully, there were two faces in the crowd she knew
that she could trust: Newt Scamander and his little friend, Benjamin. She
didn’t buy that ridiculous “uncle and nephew” cover story for a second. She
knew the truth: they were companions to one of her future incarnations – which
one, she didn’t have time to discern. She only needed answers to the Malfoys’
dealings in 1929 Louisiana.
She caught Newt and Ben as they stood along one corner of
the ballroom, conversing with each other over their next plan of action in
rescuing someone by the name of “Alicia” (possibly that poor black woman the
one called “Bubba Joe” dragged in by a noose, beaten).
“I know your lil’ secret,” she nosed right in, spooking
them.
“W-W-What s-secret?” Newt stammered.
“Oh, drop the bloody act, Newt,” Maureen demanded. “I
know you two are not from this dimension. You’re here with another version of
me, spying on the Malfoys, just like I presumably told you to.”
Ben looked on her suspiciously. “Another version of you?”
He then started to put two and two together. “Wait a sec! Are you…?”
“Alicia?” Newt had also figured it out.
Maureen frowned. “So that black girl they dragged in was me…or a future version of me.” She
felt more disconcerted of the fact than before. “Where did they take her?”
“That’s what we
were tryin’ to figure out,” Ben said. “The only one who’d know is that fat guy
with the mustache who brought her in.”
“Bubba Joe,” Maureen identified.
“So that’s the ruffian’s name.” There was a hint of scorn
in the usually meek tone of Newt Scamander’s voice.
“I’m ready to go on Four-Arms on that caterpillar face,”
an aggressive Ben proclaimed, slamming his right hand against his left fist.
Maureen fleetingly caught a glimpse of an unusual wristwatch he wore, alien in
design.
Seeing how determined Newt and Ben were to get some
payback for Bubba Joe’s foul treatment of her future successor, Maureen let
them in on her plan. “Alright. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I need to lure that
hillbilly out of the manor and knock him out, so we can bring him to my TARDIS
to get some answers. The only way we can do this is if Ben gets his attention
and leads him to a private area where I’ll…” She tried not to vomit after uttering
the next detail. “…seduce him.”
“Lucky you,” Newt jested, though Maureen wasn’t laughing.
“Anyway,” she continued, “as soon as Bubba Joe and I are
outside, Newt will enchant him with a spell that’ll leave him unconscious.”
It was a sound plan. Newt and Ben wouldn’t have expected
any less from a past incarnation of their Time Lord friend. They put it into
action right away, with Ben making loud, rude noises in the middle of the
gathering and attracting the attention of all the aristocratic guests…and Bubba
Joe, who stood at a corner, sipping on his flask.
Bubba Joe gave chase for the mischievous boy, who looked
as if he didn’t belong at the high-class get-together in the first place. He
chased him around several corners of the manor, until he ended up bumping into
a small, shirtless black child with large bushy hair and a potbelly. He was
hauling a pail of water that looked twice his size, splashing bits of it over
the floor and a little on Bubba Joe’s leg.
It went without saying how furious Bubba Joe was by the
harmless accident. “Watch where you goin’, you lil’ monkey!” he roared to the
child, who was visibly frightened by the unruly hillbilly.
Meanwhile, Maureen was prepared for her role in the plan,
taking position in the study, when she heard Bubba Joe’s shouting outside.
Figuring it was Ben he was shouting at, she peeked just to see Bubba Joe verbally
and physically abusing the shirtless black child in the middle of the hallway.
Disgust transfixed into rage within Maureen. She had seen
enough.
“Forget magic,” she muttered. “We’ll go old school.”
She stormed right up to the scene and tapped Bubba Joe on
the shoulder. When he turned back to her, he was met with a fist that swung
directly towards his face. It was the last thing he saw before everything went
black.
Bubba Joe went down like a sack of potatoes, collapsing
right near the small child he kicked down not a moment ago. Maureen stood over
the unconscious hillbilly, marginally nursing the hand she used to do the job.
“Bloody crap,” she griped. “That hurt like a—”
She stopped when she saw the still-frightening child,
glimpsing back-and-forth between her and the fallen Bubba Joe. Maureen could
understand his fear and confusion, watching as a tall, skinny Englishwoman
managed to knock-out a redneck degenerate way bigger than her.
“Hey,” she softly said to him. “It’s alright, sweetheart.
There’s nothin’ to be afraid of anymore.” She knelt down to comfort him,
rubbing her fingers through his bushy black hair, a gesture that he seemed to
enjoy.
Suddenly, she heard approaching footsteps. It was Newt
and Ben, arriving to find Bubba Joe already rendered unconscious. “What the
heck happened?!” Ben questioned. “I thought we were gonna knock him out with
magic.”
“Change of plans,” Maureen assertively said. She gestured
to Bubba Joe’s body and instructed, “Let’s get this sorry excuse back to my
TARDIS and get some answers.” She then looked to the child she just befriended
and added, “He’s coming with us, too.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back at
her. She was grateful to have brought some light into whatever dark life this
poor child had been forced into.
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