*i wrote a lil story but with a challenge*

Red Ted Redemption

Trump slammed the the doors and put a large wooden beam through the handles. The AntiFa protesters began banging on the door. ‘He will not divide us!’ could be faintly heard from behind it. He turned around and saw the vault on the top of a giant staircase. He wasted no time and hurriedly ran up the stairs. His coat flapped in the wind along with his signature bright red tie, you could see the American flag in his blur. When he was about half way up the stairs he heard footsteps from behind him and stopped.

“Dahnald!” A familiar voice called. He turned around, to see his rival, Ted Cruz.

“I’m sorry, Dahnald. I thought that I would be the true conservative that would save America. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you, I was wrong. You have ta stop em, Dahnald. But you can’t do it alone. I brought some Delegates. I know we fought for months for them but I see now that they would be more useful in your hands. You’re the true conservative who was meant to save America. The one who would Make America Great Again…”

Ted placed a sack into Donald’s hands, and cuffed Dons other hand over it. Trump slowly placed the delegates into the right pocket of his overcoat. After a short silence Trump began to speak,

“I must apologise too. I wasn’t always right. I shouldn’t have called you 'lying Ted’. You are a good friend. When we’re out of here the world will know about how you saved America. They won’t remember you as 'Lying Ted’ but as 'Soaring Ted’, soaring across the sky like an eagle.”

Ted stepped back, his eyes started to get watery,

“I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here, Dahnald, there’s too many of them. I’ll stay back and hold them off as you get to the hatch. Now go, Dahnald, I’ll fend them off.

Go! Dahnald! And Make America Great Again!”

The door collapsed onto the ground. A large mob of fat dykes, skinny numales, and hooded feminists flooded through the door like water escaping through a crack in a dam.

“He will not divide us! He will not divide us!” The mob shouted, more loudly and angrily.

Ted turned away from Trump and grabbed his AR15. He turns his head back,

“Hurry, Dahnald!”

Trump climbed to the top of the stairs. A giant vault stood in front of him, it was about 40 feet high and made from an unknown metal. To the right of the vault was a delegate shaped hole. Trump took out the sack from his right pocket and opened it releasing five hundred and sixty five delegates which floating right into the hole.

“Dahnald! There’s too many of them!”

Trump glanced down the stairs to see his friend getting overwhelmed by AntiFa. AntiFa surrounded him like rats fighting over cheese. For about a minute the terrorists beat Ted until his was dead, leaving nothing but a red bloodied Ted. The vault door started to slowly open, making loud grinding noises and creating sparks. AntiFa heard vault and starting paying attention to Trump again. The mob started to run up the stairs and Trump stood back towards the wall. The door still slowly geared its way open. Just as some of the mob gets up the door opens enough for him to get through. He quickly grabs onto the handles and starts pulling the vault door back. A feminazi shoves their arm through the small gap and try to grab Trumps tie but was too slow. Trump closes the vault door on its arm, chopping it off.

The inside of the Vault was near complete darkness except for a beam of light shining from the ceiling into the centre of the vault, where a chest sat on on a a throne. He slowly walked towards it. It was old and dusty and covered in cobwebs. He blowed on the chest and wipes the cobwebs off revealing a golden chest with blue tassels on each corner and the Washington family crest on the sides just below the handles. On the front there was a large lock made of an unknown metal with a T shaped keyhole on it.

“I have finally found the object which will save America after four long years of discord…”

He picked up the chest and sat down on the throne and placed the chest upon his lap. He put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out the Tesla Key. Slowly his placed theory inside of the keyhole then turned it. The chest made a clicking sound and the top automatically popped up. The artefact sat on a dark blue pillow. The artefact illuminated the entire room up with the colours of freedom. Tiny beams of light dancing across the ceiling and walls like firefly. A single tear ran down from Trumps eye.

“Thank you Ted” he whispered to himself.



*at this point I had to write a story from another perspective*

Red Ted Redemption: Part Two

The Ted Cruz Rises

Ted Cruz crawled out of the hatch. He stood up and checked his bag to make sure everything was there. After he was sure he had everything he made his way to where he knew Donald was going to be. He walked through the pillars for about an hour to the vault. He had only heard of it in books and wasn’t even sure if it existed or not, but he knew that if Trump was going to go there that he would need some help.

After a while he reached a wall made of a rich blue silk. He pushed it aside and saw a large staircase illuminated by large torches in rows going all the way up to the top where he could see a giant vault door. He walked through the room to the centre. He could people outside of a large door to his left yelling 'He will not divide us!’ On the staircase he saw Donald Trump running up the stairs. He quickly ran up the stairs to get to Donald to give him something very important. Delegates.

When he got closer Donald suddenly stopped. Ted slowed down and yelled out to him,

“Dahnald!” Donald turned around to him. It was good to see him after such a long time.

“I’m sorry, Dahnald. I thought that I would be the true conservative that would save America. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you, I was wrong. You have ta stop em, Dahnald. But you can’t do it alone. I brought some Delegates. I know we fought for months for them but I see now that they would be more useful in your hands. You’re the true conservative who was meant to save America. The one who would Make America Great Again…”

Ted pulled out the sack of Delegates from his bag and slowly placed into Donald’s hands and cuffed Donald’s hands over it. Donald replied to him,

“I must apologise too. I wasn’t always right. I shouldn’t have called you 'lying Ted’. You are a good friend. When we’re out of here the world will know about how you saved America. They won’t remember you as 'Lying Ted’ but as 'Soaring Ted’, soaring across the sky like an eagle.”

Ted started to cry a little, not really sad teas but more like happy tears. The happy tears then turned to sad tears.

“I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here, Dahnald, there’s too many of them. I’ll stay back and hold them off as you get to the hatch. Now go, Dahnald, I’ll fend them off.

Go! Dahnald! And Make America Great Again!” The door suddenly smashed down onto the ground a startled him. A large. On of AntiFa protesters came waddling through the door, still yelling 'He will not divide us’. He grabbed his favourite gun, he AR15, out of his bag and pointed it towards the gang. He turned his head back to his friend.

“Hurry, Dahnald!”

Ted opened fire upon AntiFa while they charged at him. He made sure that he had extended clips and and lots of ammo. After he used up a clip he’d yank it out, stick his hand into his bag, pull out another clip and put into his AR in quick succession. The crowds couldn’t even get close to him at the speed he was going. Wave after wave of AntiFa charged in through the door. Another door slammed down, letting through double the amount of AntiFa. They started to get closer and eventually were only ameter away from him up the stairs. He put his hand into his bag and couldn’t find another clip. He yelled out to Donald,

“Dahnald! There’s too many of them!”

He found a knife In his bag and took it out as last resort as he crowd flooded in on him and started to beat him as hard as they could. That wasn’t very hard in reality because most of them were weak and couldn’t properly throw a punch. One of the AntiFa rioters, a skinny one, took out a knife and stabbed him in the gut.

Ted fell to the floor and the rioters started rubbing his blood all over his body. His vision was getting dark now. He started to close his eyes, but not before he saw the President of the United States of America peer down on him from the top of the stairs.

It was damp. He moved his right hand to his stomach. The blood had stopped flowing out of his stomach now. He then put his right hand on his left arm and felt the blood flake off. He opened his eyes. It was dark. All the torches had been put out. He payed there on the ground and stared at the ceiling. It was hard to see because it was pretty far away and the room was dark. He squinted his eyes. A creak could be heard in the distance, up the stairs. One beam of light danced across the ceiling. Now two. Now three. Suddenly there was millions of tiny lights the colours red blue and white on the ceiling of the structure. He sat up and looked towards the stairs. A silhouette of a man strutted down the stairs towards him. It was Donald Trump.

“Dahnald?”

“Ted!”

“Did you do it Dahnald? Did you save America?”

“No, Ted. we did.”