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I almost shat myself!David_G said:
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ever heard of the creepy pasta wiki? cant be bothered to check it
http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Creepypasta_Wiki
Since nobody has put it up yet, allow me to add "Internet Story" from yesterday's thread.
http://vimeo.com/13780892
http://vimeo.com/13780892
Me and a mate recon that if Wilfred Owen were alive today he would definately be a heavy metal lyricistChamale said:
You know what works for many things? Sound.
Take away the sound and things are less frightening. I'm using this tactic to watch the videos. It helps me some.
Found this one by accident. Unfortunately, lack of sound does not help...
Take away the sound and things are less frightening. I'm using this tactic to watch the videos. It helps me some.
Found this one by accident. Unfortunately, lack of sound does not help...
If you want to see something disturbing, just go look up pictures of lotus pod photoshops on google >.< Ugh, some of them make you sick...
I just got into Marble Hornets. Got to the last released episode earlier today.
I'm typing this now because I'm literally losing sleep over it. And that never happens to me. I just DON'T scare. Scariest thing I ever saw was Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and that's only because it was immersive. It didn't stick with me after the fact.
I don't know what it is about Marble Hornets and ol' Slendy, but I can't get it out of my head. I'm sitting here with both lights on in my room, playing Fallout New Vegas for the first time and watching the Simpsons at the same time just to try and get my mind off of it.
It is without a doubt the scariest fucking thing I've ever seen.
I'm typing this now because I'm literally losing sleep over it. And that never happens to me. I just DON'T scare. Scariest thing I ever saw was Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and that's only because it was immersive. It didn't stick with me after the fact.
I don't know what it is about Marble Hornets and ol' Slendy, but I can't get it out of my head. I'm sitting here with both lights on in my room, playing Fallout New Vegas for the first time and watching the Simpsons at the same time just to try and get my mind off of it.
It is without a doubt the scariest fucking thing I've ever seen.
Meanwhile, that's just hilarious.LaughingAtlas said:
Who's up for Cupcakes?
Note: The quotation marks show up as question marks for some reason :/
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and all of Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded. Busy ponies were making their busy way through the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere to be. All, except Rainbow Dash. Her place was in the sky. She freely tore through the air, speeding one way and the next. She buzzed the tree tops and raced the wind. The pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children. Climbing several hundred feet, she dove, going as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she took off back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Then she remembered that she had somewhere to be; she supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes. She?d gotten so caught up in her exercises that she nearly forgot.
Pinkie had asked Dash to meet her at Sugercube Corner at three. She didn?t say why or what they?d be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, it could be anything. She wasn?t sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinkie off to continue flying. But, Dash?s conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie?s feelings; after all, she said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. She considered it and thought ?why not.? What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Pinkie might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull off on folks. They?d so much fun the last time. Dash kicked it into overdrive, mostly to make for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
When she walked into the store, she was immediately greeted with her host bouncing in excitement.
?Yay, you?re here, you?re here. I?ve been waiting allll day.? Said the jumping pony.
?Sorry if I?m a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time.? Dash apologized.
Pinkie giggled and responded, her tone gleefully reassuring, ?Oh that?s ok, you?re here now. What?s a few more minutes. I?ve been sooooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we?re gonna do, I haven?t stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breath I?ve been so happy.?
Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She always appreciated Pinkie?s friendly, outgoing way of life, but her overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash was polite, however. If Pinkie was got this worked up, then it must good; whatever it was.
?So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I?ve got everything all ready.? The pink one said.
Dash psyched herself up. ? You betcha, Pinkie. You what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I?ve been thinking about. Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try? Or maybe??
?MAKING CUPCAKES!? Pinkie happily announced.
?Baking?? Dash was disappointed. ?Pinkie, you know I?m not good baking. Remember the last time??
?Oh that?s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I?ll be doing most of the work.? Pinkie explained.
Dash thought for about it for a second and replied, ?Well, alright, I guess that?s ok. What exactly do need me to do??
?That?s the spirit. Here you go.? Pinkie handed Dash a cupcake.
Dash was puzzled ?I thought I was helping you bake.?
?You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
?So, is this like taste testing or something??
?Sorta? Pinkie said.
Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
?Ok, now what?? Dash asked.
?Now,? Pinkie informed ?You take a nap.?
Upon hearing that, Dash felt lightheaded. Her world spun and ,seconds later, she dropped to the floor.
When Dash regained conciseness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that the taut leather strap kept it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but the braces around her chest and limbs glued her to the upright planks. Her legs were spread wide apart. The only part of her not tied down were her wings as the frame was backless. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped into her line of sight.
?Goodie, you?re awake. Now we can get started.? She gleefully stated. She was pushing a cart covered with a cloth.
?Pinkie, what?s going on? I can?t move!? Dash said in a worry.
?Well, duh, you?re tied down.? Pinkie chided ?That?s why you can?t move. I didn?t think you needed to told that.?
?But why? What?s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.?
?You are helping. You see. I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.?
?Special ingredient?? Dash was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. ?What special ingredient??
Pinkie giggled and responded ?You, silly?
Dash?s eyes widen, her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh ?Woo, really got me there, Pinkie pie. I mean, tricking me in to thinking I?m gonna get made to a cupcake. I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you?re the best.?
Pinkie giggled even more. ?Aw, thanks Dash. But I haven?t done pranks today, so I can?t accept your praise. ?
Dash was struggling again. ?Pinkie, come on, this isn?t funny.?
?Then why were you laughing?? Pinkie grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. The top of the tray contained various sharp medical tools and knives carefully organized and ready. There was a medicine bag and several other objects next to them.
Dash was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind was racing and she tried to reason with the pink pony. ?You can?t do this Pinkie! I?m your friend!?
?I know you are and that?s why I?m so happy it?s that I?ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.? She was skipping again.
?But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they?ll come looking for me and then you?ll get found out.? Dash was desperate.
?Oh, Dash? Pinkie said ?don?t worry, there are plenty of pegasus to take care of a few clouds. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I?ve been doing this?? And with that the lights suddenly came to life and showcased the rest the room.
?Oh god, no? Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers of dried entrails danced around the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were stuck on the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed at the center piece on the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed like they were sleeping, wearing party hats made from their own skin. She recognized one of them as Apple Bloom?s classmate. Her eyes darted back and forth and then gazed up at the patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several pony hides, the words ?Life is a party? were scrawled in red.
Dash?s attention was stolen by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She saw Pinkie Pie standing in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all different colors. As she skipped in excitement, her necklace of unicorn horns loudly clacked together.
?Like it?? She asked ?I made it myself.?
Dash pleaded. ?Pinkie please, I?m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn?t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won?t tell anybody.?
?Oh Dash, you didn?t do anything. It?s just that your number came up and, well, I don?t make rules. We can?t turn back now.?
Rainbow Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
?Aww don?t be sad Dash? Pinkie said ?Look this?ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.?
Out of seemingly nowhere, Pinkie displayed a blue and yellow painted skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
Dash was freaking out. ?Is?is that?.is?that??
??Hey, Dash lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs.? Pinkie mimicked. ?I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party for about twenty minutes? That wasn?t enough time to play with her of course, I had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth for the flavor alone. Griffons taste like two animals at once, it?s amazing. I know she didn?t have number like everyone else in Ponville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try a griffon. I hindsight, I probably should have asked where she came from so I can get more, but I forgot. I?ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. Lasted a long time, which was fun for me, I got chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things. It?s too bad she had such a potty mouth. She said so much bad stuff, I had to take her tongue out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, Dash.?
Dash didn?t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed.
?Well? Pinkie said, putting the skull down? that?s enough reminiscing, it?s time to begin.? She picked up a scalpel and walked over to Dash?s right flank. Without any flair, she placed the blade an inch above her cutie mark and started a circular cut around it. Her lungs working overtime, Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away. But the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed the curved skinning knife from the tray. She worked it under the skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched as her flesh came off. Pinkie then moved to the other side and completed the other flank. Once she was done, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs burned.
Placing the skin down, Pinkie selected the large butcher knife and walked behind Rainbow Dash.
?Hope you don?t mind, I think I?m gonna wing it now. ? Pinkie laughed. She grabbed the left one and played with it for a second. Then, stretching the wing out, she brought the blade down at the base. Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie Pies aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice in Rainbow?s back.
?Dash, you gotta stay still or I?ll keep missing.?
She took another whack and hit the target. She swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, but realized she wasn?t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn?t going through the bone.
?Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I?ll try something else.? She stated as she tossed the knife over her shoulder; the blade embedding itself in the table.
The crying Rainbow Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.
?Got it! Say Dash, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn?t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don?t get it.?
Pinkie placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and skin. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding biting into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched helplessly as her wing flew over her head and land with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved the next and started sawing. Dash didn?t struggle this time; she?d given up trying to fight and just cried. Then the sawing abruptly paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
?Hey Dash? she piped up ?think fast?
Suddenly, she yanked the wing as hard as sure could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dash?s back to her rump. The unexpected trauma caused her body seize. She felt the warm release between legs as her pelvis tensed up. Dash?s loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
She awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. She saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing the adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinkie lashed out.
?Didn?t anybody teach you any manners? It?s very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would like if I came over to your house and went to sleep. ?Oh I?m sorry Dash, you?re boring, I think I?ll take a nap.? You think I like always doing this by myself. I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have to a friend be here with me while I worked. But NOOOOO! You?ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough, I thought you could handle anything. I?ve had foals stand up better than you. Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to remember you, as a baby??
She stopped to catch her breath. Dash blinked and softly cried. Her back was on fire.
Pinkie then popped something red into her mouth and began to chew. She noticed Dash was staring at her.
?What?? she asked. ?Oh this?? Holding up another piece. ?Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself sample. I got it from your leg, you?re not bad. Wanna try some??
Without waiting for a response, she shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Rainbow Dash?s mouth. She immediately spit it out. Pinkie picked up. ?if you didn?t want it, you could have said no.? She then ate the discarded snotty morsel. ?It?s not like you haven?t had it before.?
Swallowing, she turned her attention to the small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with burning coals. Sitting on top of the fire were several large nails. Dash began to panic again. Pinkie picked up the can and walked over to Dash?s left. Carefully picking up a nail and grabbing a hammer, she positioned the spike at the seam between her leg and her hoof.
?No! Pinkie NO!? Dash screamed. ?NO! NO!?
The hammer came down and the nail punctured under her skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash pulled and thrashed at the brace, her skin rubbed and tore. Pinkie tried to line up another one, but couldn?t find her aim. She let out a frustrated grunt. When she pulled the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.
?PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!?
Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting hammer back down, she walked back in front of her friend. She stared pensively at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn?t even cry this much when she stuck that live parasprite down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to do next. Then there was a sudden spark in her imagination. She grabbed the gear wheel on the rack and laid Rainbow Dash on her back. She moved to Dash?s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Pinkie picked up the hammer again and she drove a searing piece of metal into the bottom of Dash?s hoof. Dash screamed again: Pinkie put one into the other hoof. Next she located the small generator on the tray. Tying the copper wires to the nails, she gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch. Electricity rocketed through Dash?s body. The blue pony reacted immediately; body seized, muscles struck taut. Her hips thrust skyward and her eyes rolled back. She let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place. She turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably. Her bladder emptied once more.
After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power. The area smelled lightly of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. She put Dash upright again and tried snap the delirious and drooling pony to back to attention.
?Dash. Daaash. Wake up.? Rainbow Dash managed to give her a modicum of weak acknowledgment.
Pinkie reached into the medicine bag and produced and large syringe. ?Alright, time for the last round?
Dash looked at the needle and Pinkie took that as a question as to what it was.
?Something to take the pain away? she informed as she walked around to Dash?s ruined back side. She stuck the needle into the lower part of her spine. Dash flinched.
Coming to the front again, she told her friend, ?In a few minutes, you won?t be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you?ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.?
Dash started to cry again. ?Pinkie? she trembled out.
?Yeah??
?I want to go home.? Dash openly sobbed.
?Yeah, I can see wanting to do that.? The party pony replied. ?Sometimes, I just wanna give up, say ?I?m done with this mess? and go to bed. But you know what; you can?t shrug off your responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That?s to the only way you?re gonna get ahead in life.?
Dash cried.
Minutes passed and the drug took affect. Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks. Aware of this, Pinkie approached with her scalpel. With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch. Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs. One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.
?Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.?
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash?s breathing to intensify. Pinkie sliced open the abdominal sac and grabbed the large intestines. Separating it from the rest of the digestive tract and pulling them from the forming cavity, Pinkie was getting jovial and starting making jokes. Dash, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, tried to shut out the comedy act. Pinkie was laughing.
?Look at me, I?m Rarity!? she said, slinging the tube around her neck and spreading blood in all directions. ?Isn?t my new scarf soooo pretty??
Reaching back in, she cut the smaller intestine off the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed it through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. ?Dentists say you gotta floss every day, Dash.?
Rainbow Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Pinkie got disappointed. Diving back into the guts, she ramped up her routine.
?Aw, don?t go yet Dash.? She started pulling out the rest of the organs, stopping at each one. ?I know I can be a real painaceas, but you know I?m just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them.? She placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer. ?Ooo, bagpipes.? she said, placing the tube in her mouth and the organ in her armpit. A spurt of acid hit her tongue. ?Eww. Oh hey, there?s your cupcake, Dash.?
Dash, didn?t hear her. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Pinkie, not satisfied yet, hit her with another adrenaline shot. Dash woke up for the last time, her heart jumping. Her blood flowed out faster; it wouldn?t be long now.
Pinkie put Dash on her down her back and straddled her chest, scalpel at the ready.
?Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I?m disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it?s my fault, I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well, it was really was nice knowing you, Dash?.
The blade sunk into the blue one?s throat and worked its way up her chin. Coming back down, it circled around her neck. The last thing Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, the metal scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.
Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror. She did a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked, Dash winked back. Pinkie smiled.
But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. It only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted. She looked back the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining in to the pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
Then Pinkie cocked her head. She was starting to take notice of the fact that there really wasn?t that much damage. ?It fact?, she began to think ?I think?.? An idea exploded in her head. She was good at sewing and she had all the pieces, all she had to do put her back together. Yeah, just get some stuffing and bingo, she?d have Rainbow Dash forever. In fact, that?s what she?d do for all her friends when their numbers came up. She was so excited, she skipped over to the body with the skinner to get started. The cupcakes can wait; Pinkie had a friend to make.
Silver Spoon suddenly woke up. She was on her back and couldn?t move. She couldn?t see. Where was she? Freaking out, she was just about to scream when the pony from the bakery appeared in front of her.
?HI!? she giggled
?Where am I, what?s going on?? The frightened little foal asked.
?Oh, well, you see, your number came up and I gotta make cupcakes.? Pinkie explained.
?W?wha?.what does that mean. What are you talking about??
?Oh, nothing. I wouldn?t worry it if I was you. It?ll be over soon.? She approached the girl, scalpel at the ready when a small voice called out from behind.
?Miss Pinkie, what are you doing??
She paused and turned to look at Apple Bloom. The yellow baby pony walked up to her with an angry look on her face. Silver Spoon started to feel relived.
?Ah can?t believe your doing this.? She pouted. ?you said this one was gonna be mine.
Pinkie apologized ?Oops, sorry about that, guess I got forgot. Here you go.? She handed the blade over.
Apple Bloom climbed on the table and stood over her prey. Silver Spoon tried to struggle. She stared in fear at Apple Bloom and her apron. The pink apron with a shiny tiara on it. Silver Spoon started to cry.
Apple Bloom grinned and open her mouth ?Hey, Silver Spoon, guess who gonna be a blank flank??
Then she remembered that she had somewhere to be; she supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes. She?d gotten so caught up in her exercises that she nearly forgot.
Pinkie had asked Dash to meet her at Sugercube Corner at three. She didn?t say why or what they?d be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, it could be anything. She wasn?t sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinkie off to continue flying. But, Dash?s conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie?s feelings; after all, she said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. She considered it and thought ?why not.? What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Pinkie might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull off on folks. They?d so much fun the last time. Dash kicked it into overdrive, mostly to make for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
When she walked into the store, she was immediately greeted with her host bouncing in excitement.
?Yay, you?re here, you?re here. I?ve been waiting allll day.? Said the jumping pony.
?Sorry if I?m a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time.? Dash apologized.
Pinkie giggled and responded, her tone gleefully reassuring, ?Oh that?s ok, you?re here now. What?s a few more minutes. I?ve been sooooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we?re gonna do, I haven?t stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breath I?ve been so happy.?
Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She always appreciated Pinkie?s friendly, outgoing way of life, but her overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash was polite, however. If Pinkie was got this worked up, then it must good; whatever it was.
?So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I?ve got everything all ready.? The pink one said.
Dash psyched herself up. ? You betcha, Pinkie. You what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I?ve been thinking about. Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try? Or maybe??
?MAKING CUPCAKES!? Pinkie happily announced.
?Baking?? Dash was disappointed. ?Pinkie, you know I?m not good baking. Remember the last time??
?Oh that?s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I?ll be doing most of the work.? Pinkie explained.
Dash thought for about it for a second and replied, ?Well, alright, I guess that?s ok. What exactly do need me to do??
?That?s the spirit. Here you go.? Pinkie handed Dash a cupcake.
Dash was puzzled ?I thought I was helping you bake.?
?You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
?So, is this like taste testing or something??
?Sorta? Pinkie said.
Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
?Ok, now what?? Dash asked.
?Now,? Pinkie informed ?You take a nap.?
Upon hearing that, Dash felt lightheaded. Her world spun and ,seconds later, she dropped to the floor.
When Dash regained conciseness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that the taut leather strap kept it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but the braces around her chest and limbs glued her to the upright planks. Her legs were spread wide apart. The only part of her not tied down were her wings as the frame was backless. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped into her line of sight.
?Goodie, you?re awake. Now we can get started.? She gleefully stated. She was pushing a cart covered with a cloth.
?Pinkie, what?s going on? I can?t move!? Dash said in a worry.
?Well, duh, you?re tied down.? Pinkie chided ?That?s why you can?t move. I didn?t think you needed to told that.?
?But why? What?s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.?
?You are helping. You see. I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.?
?Special ingredient?? Dash was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. ?What special ingredient??
Pinkie giggled and responded ?You, silly?
Dash?s eyes widen, her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh ?Woo, really got me there, Pinkie pie. I mean, tricking me in to thinking I?m gonna get made to a cupcake. I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you?re the best.?
Pinkie giggled even more. ?Aw, thanks Dash. But I haven?t done pranks today, so I can?t accept your praise. ?
Dash was struggling again. ?Pinkie, come on, this isn?t funny.?
?Then why were you laughing?? Pinkie grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. The top of the tray contained various sharp medical tools and knives carefully organized and ready. There was a medicine bag and several other objects next to them.
Dash was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind was racing and she tried to reason with the pink pony. ?You can?t do this Pinkie! I?m your friend!?
?I know you are and that?s why I?m so happy it?s that I?ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.? She was skipping again.
?But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they?ll come looking for me and then you?ll get found out.? Dash was desperate.
?Oh, Dash? Pinkie said ?don?t worry, there are plenty of pegasus to take care of a few clouds. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I?ve been doing this?? And with that the lights suddenly came to life and showcased the rest the room.
?Oh god, no? Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers of dried entrails danced around the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were stuck on the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed at the center piece on the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed like they were sleeping, wearing party hats made from their own skin. She recognized one of them as Apple Bloom?s classmate. Her eyes darted back and forth and then gazed up at the patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several pony hides, the words ?Life is a party? were scrawled in red.
Dash?s attention was stolen by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She saw Pinkie Pie standing in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all different colors. As she skipped in excitement, her necklace of unicorn horns loudly clacked together.
?Like it?? She asked ?I made it myself.?
Dash pleaded. ?Pinkie please, I?m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn?t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won?t tell anybody.?
?Oh Dash, you didn?t do anything. It?s just that your number came up and, well, I don?t make rules. We can?t turn back now.?
Rainbow Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
?Aww don?t be sad Dash? Pinkie said ?Look this?ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.?
Out of seemingly nowhere, Pinkie displayed a blue and yellow painted skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
Dash was freaking out. ?Is?is that?.is?that??
??Hey, Dash lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs.? Pinkie mimicked. ?I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party for about twenty minutes? That wasn?t enough time to play with her of course, I had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth for the flavor alone. Griffons taste like two animals at once, it?s amazing. I know she didn?t have number like everyone else in Ponville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try a griffon. I hindsight, I probably should have asked where she came from so I can get more, but I forgot. I?ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. Lasted a long time, which was fun for me, I got chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things. It?s too bad she had such a potty mouth. She said so much bad stuff, I had to take her tongue out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, Dash.?
Dash didn?t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed.
?Well? Pinkie said, putting the skull down? that?s enough reminiscing, it?s time to begin.? She picked up a scalpel and walked over to Dash?s right flank. Without any flair, she placed the blade an inch above her cutie mark and started a circular cut around it. Her lungs working overtime, Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away. But the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed the curved skinning knife from the tray. She worked it under the skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched as her flesh came off. Pinkie then moved to the other side and completed the other flank. Once she was done, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs burned.
Placing the skin down, Pinkie selected the large butcher knife and walked behind Rainbow Dash.
?Hope you don?t mind, I think I?m gonna wing it now. ? Pinkie laughed. She grabbed the left one and played with it for a second. Then, stretching the wing out, she brought the blade down at the base. Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie Pies aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice in Rainbow?s back.
?Dash, you gotta stay still or I?ll keep missing.?
She took another whack and hit the target. She swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, but realized she wasn?t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn?t going through the bone.
?Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I?ll try something else.? She stated as she tossed the knife over her shoulder; the blade embedding itself in the table.
The crying Rainbow Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.
?Got it! Say Dash, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn?t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don?t get it.?
Pinkie placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and skin. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding biting into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched helplessly as her wing flew over her head and land with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved the next and started sawing. Dash didn?t struggle this time; she?d given up trying to fight and just cried. Then the sawing abruptly paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
?Hey Dash? she piped up ?think fast?
Suddenly, she yanked the wing as hard as sure could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dash?s back to her rump. The unexpected trauma caused her body seize. She felt the warm release between legs as her pelvis tensed up. Dash?s loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
She awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. She saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing the adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinkie lashed out.
?Didn?t anybody teach you any manners? It?s very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would like if I came over to your house and went to sleep. ?Oh I?m sorry Dash, you?re boring, I think I?ll take a nap.? You think I like always doing this by myself. I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have to a friend be here with me while I worked. But NOOOOO! You?ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough, I thought you could handle anything. I?ve had foals stand up better than you. Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to remember you, as a baby??
She stopped to catch her breath. Dash blinked and softly cried. Her back was on fire.
Pinkie then popped something red into her mouth and began to chew. She noticed Dash was staring at her.
?What?? she asked. ?Oh this?? Holding up another piece. ?Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself sample. I got it from your leg, you?re not bad. Wanna try some??
Without waiting for a response, she shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Rainbow Dash?s mouth. She immediately spit it out. Pinkie picked up. ?if you didn?t want it, you could have said no.? She then ate the discarded snotty morsel. ?It?s not like you haven?t had it before.?
Swallowing, she turned her attention to the small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with burning coals. Sitting on top of the fire were several large nails. Dash began to panic again. Pinkie picked up the can and walked over to Dash?s left. Carefully picking up a nail and grabbing a hammer, she positioned the spike at the seam between her leg and her hoof.
?No! Pinkie NO!? Dash screamed. ?NO! NO!?
The hammer came down and the nail punctured under her skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash pulled and thrashed at the brace, her skin rubbed and tore. Pinkie tried to line up another one, but couldn?t find her aim. She let out a frustrated grunt. When she pulled the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.
?PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!?
Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting hammer back down, she walked back in front of her friend. She stared pensively at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn?t even cry this much when she stuck that live parasprite down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to do next. Then there was a sudden spark in her imagination. She grabbed the gear wheel on the rack and laid Rainbow Dash on her back. She moved to Dash?s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Pinkie picked up the hammer again and she drove a searing piece of metal into the bottom of Dash?s hoof. Dash screamed again: Pinkie put one into the other hoof. Next she located the small generator on the tray. Tying the copper wires to the nails, she gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch. Electricity rocketed through Dash?s body. The blue pony reacted immediately; body seized, muscles struck taut. Her hips thrust skyward and her eyes rolled back. She let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place. She turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably. Her bladder emptied once more.
After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power. The area smelled lightly of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. She put Dash upright again and tried snap the delirious and drooling pony to back to attention.
?Dash. Daaash. Wake up.? Rainbow Dash managed to give her a modicum of weak acknowledgment.
Pinkie reached into the medicine bag and produced and large syringe. ?Alright, time for the last round?
Dash looked at the needle and Pinkie took that as a question as to what it was.
?Something to take the pain away? she informed as she walked around to Dash?s ruined back side. She stuck the needle into the lower part of her spine. Dash flinched.
Coming to the front again, she told her friend, ?In a few minutes, you won?t be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you?ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.?
Dash started to cry again. ?Pinkie? she trembled out.
?Yeah??
?I want to go home.? Dash openly sobbed.
?Yeah, I can see wanting to do that.? The party pony replied. ?Sometimes, I just wanna give up, say ?I?m done with this mess? and go to bed. But you know what; you can?t shrug off your responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That?s to the only way you?re gonna get ahead in life.?
Dash cried.
Minutes passed and the drug took affect. Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks. Aware of this, Pinkie approached with her scalpel. With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch. Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs. One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.
?Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.?
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash?s breathing to intensify. Pinkie sliced open the abdominal sac and grabbed the large intestines. Separating it from the rest of the digestive tract and pulling them from the forming cavity, Pinkie was getting jovial and starting making jokes. Dash, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, tried to shut out the comedy act. Pinkie was laughing.
?Look at me, I?m Rarity!? she said, slinging the tube around her neck and spreading blood in all directions. ?Isn?t my new scarf soooo pretty??
Reaching back in, she cut the smaller intestine off the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed it through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. ?Dentists say you gotta floss every day, Dash.?
Rainbow Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Pinkie got disappointed. Diving back into the guts, she ramped up her routine.
?Aw, don?t go yet Dash.? She started pulling out the rest of the organs, stopping at each one. ?I know I can be a real painaceas, but you know I?m just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them.? She placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer. ?Ooo, bagpipes.? she said, placing the tube in her mouth and the organ in her armpit. A spurt of acid hit her tongue. ?Eww. Oh hey, there?s your cupcake, Dash.?
Dash, didn?t hear her. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Pinkie, not satisfied yet, hit her with another adrenaline shot. Dash woke up for the last time, her heart jumping. Her blood flowed out faster; it wouldn?t be long now.
Pinkie put Dash on her down her back and straddled her chest, scalpel at the ready.
?Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I?m disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it?s my fault, I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well, it was really was nice knowing you, Dash?.
The blade sunk into the blue one?s throat and worked its way up her chin. Coming back down, it circled around her neck. The last thing Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, the metal scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.
Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror. She did a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked, Dash winked back. Pinkie smiled.
But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. It only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted. She looked back the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining in to the pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
Then Pinkie cocked her head. She was starting to take notice of the fact that there really wasn?t that much damage. ?It fact?, she began to think ?I think?.? An idea exploded in her head. She was good at sewing and she had all the pieces, all she had to do put her back together. Yeah, just get some stuffing and bingo, she?d have Rainbow Dash forever. In fact, that?s what she?d do for all her friends when their numbers came up. She was so excited, she skipped over to the body with the skinner to get started. The cupcakes can wait; Pinkie had a friend to make.
Silver Spoon suddenly woke up. She was on her back and couldn?t move. She couldn?t see. Where was she? Freaking out, she was just about to scream when the pony from the bakery appeared in front of her.
?HI!? she giggled
?Where am I, what?s going on?? The frightened little foal asked.
?Oh, well, you see, your number came up and I gotta make cupcakes.? Pinkie explained.
?W?wha?.what does that mean. What are you talking about??
?Oh, nothing. I wouldn?t worry it if I was you. It?ll be over soon.? She approached the girl, scalpel at the ready when a small voice called out from behind.
?Miss Pinkie, what are you doing??
She paused and turned to look at Apple Bloom. The yellow baby pony walked up to her with an angry look on her face. Silver Spoon started to feel relived.
?Ah can?t believe your doing this.? She pouted. ?you said this one was gonna be mine.
Pinkie apologized ?Oops, sorry about that, guess I got forgot. Here you go.? She handed the blade over.
Apple Bloom climbed on the table and stood over her prey. Silver Spoon tried to struggle. She stared in fear at Apple Bloom and her apron. The pink apron with a shiny tiara on it. Silver Spoon started to cry.
Apple Bloom grinned and open her mouth ?Hey, Silver Spoon, guess who gonna be a blank flank??
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I...Wha...Who...FilipJPhry said:
I was wincing pretty much the whole way through that...
And the fact I read it all in Pinkie's voice didn't help
I liked the ending with Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon though!
SERIOUS WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND AN R RATED SEX ACT WITHIN, READ AT OWN DISCRETION.
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part I>He went to touch the pen to paper, but found that starting his memoir today would be difficult. Not that he didn't have anything to write about; in fact, the blood on his hands illustrated how many pages he needed to fill in the leather book. It was the dried, sticky blood between his fingers that made this difficult. He went to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands, watching the red water splosh down the drain. Rinse, wash, repeat. Seven times. This was a practice that many had deemed anal, but this was how he did things. He had left a sticky note to his parents with a recommendation they put in him touch with a therapist, but they were so wrapped up in their own lives they barely noticed when he tried to get their attention.
He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, drying his hands. He looked at himself closely and adjusted his cap. It was a hot day outside, but the cap needed to stay on. It was just the way things were. He never entertained the thought of taking it off, but the others did time and time again. He had a certain way of doing things and, repeatedly, the other kids in the cul-de-sac insisted on interrupting his best practices.
Not anymore.
The teasing, the maiming, and all the bullshit over the years...it had gone on long enough. He had tried reasoning with them, but it was to no avail. They would not listen to his words, so brute force was all that remained. In the back of his mind, he had forseen this coming and spent the past few months studying ancient war tactics, as well as present-day urban combat. He returned to his bedroom, stepping over the piles of books and notes, and sorted through some papers on his desk. Although he had lived in this cul-de-sac for many years, he found it only fitting to his studies to have complete documents on all his enemies.
It started out innocent at first as he took notes of his peers in the interest of later studies, but it quickly evolved into the strategies that he found inside his military books. Know your enemy, understand your enemy. Learn where they live, sleep, learn, and play. Know where they will go in the event of an emergency situation. Map everything. Obsess over every detail.
And he did all this.
He had a detailed map of the cul-de-sac and all the areas beyond the borders of the suburbia. The junkyard. The trailer park. It was summer, so he left the school out of his worries.
He flipped through the files of Nazz, Sarah, Jimmy, Eddy, Ed, Johnny, the Kanker sisters, and Rolf. He stopped on Kevin's, where he put a big red X across the photograph. He reminded himself that Kevin was waiting for him in the basement. He closed the file and cross the room to his closet, where his supplies awaited him. Among his studies, he had picked up on different ways of torture or, the way the book defined them, "extracting information." He had to go to the internet to find all the gory details. Pepper spray, toilet cleaner, pins and needles, hairspray, lighters...there was a whole closet he had transformed into a war room, devoting most of his post-study time to prepare himself.
He pulled on a gas mask and leather gloves before draping an apron over himself. If it was one thing he hated, it was to get blood on himself. His hands were pruned from washing it off earlier. He looked over his treasury of supplies and grabbed a couple of items off the shelf before exiting his room.
He whistled lighty to himself. Today was a good day.
The boy didn't remember the last time he was this happy, but it bordered closely to the first day he made friends with the other Eds. He remembered how enthralled he was that other children wanted to play with him, rather than look on in disgust. His brow furrowed when he was reminded of all the teasing and maining when he was younger. Some of it had carried into his teenage years, with most of it embodied physically into the form of Kevin, the cul-de-sac jock.
Kevin, the cul-de-sac jock whom had repeatedly thrown him into the pavement and mocked him in front of his friends. Kevin, the one who threw him into the locker and left him in there for hours, all the while throwing his arm around Nazz, the girl all the boys yearned for. Kevin, who sat in a bloody mess on a chair in Edd's dimly-lit basement, who looked as the boy walked down the stairs. He had vomited earlier. Edd could see the stains on his shirt. His gas mask worked very well, so he didn't have as much difficulty breathing as Kevin did. he walked up to the propane tank next to Kevin's face and turned the valve shut.
"Do you like it?" Edd asked politely. "It's my own invention, you know. It's a combination of household cleaners...very basic, but irritating enough to your immune system that it will try to flush it out of your body any way it can. It looks like your body has tried that a couple times already.
"Fu...fuck you," Kevin spat, his eyes swollen and blood running from his nose. Edd grinned behind the mask and lowered himself to Kevin's line of sight, sitting on his haunches. "You know," The boy replied. "I never liked you, Kevin. I never have. I've always been a professional, you know. I've always tried to treat you as an equal. That's what you do in the professional world. But you insisted on making things miserable for me. So, I guess you can say that I'm kind of returning the favor. Just be glad I'm not doing this in front of everybody."
As he spoke, he opened his toolbox, from which he pulled surgical tubing. "Which reminds me. Now, open your mouth, please," He tugged at the bottom of Kevin's chin, but he refused to open his mouth.
"Now, what I'm going to do," he explained, "is dump this mixture of toilet bowl cleaner into your stomach. It's watered down and I added some other household ingredients to it so it shouldn't kill you, at least not immediately. However, it will give you horrendous cramps...that which can only be relieved by defecating." He smiled at the thought of Kevin shitting his pants while tied to a chair. He almost wished he had time to witness event. He fed the concoction into the tubing and watched the blue liquid drain into Kevin's mouth. The boy's eyes watered as he gagged, his body lurching foward, struggling to vomit. Edd watched on in a strange fascination as Kevin's body took in the foreign liquid.
"I'll see you later, Kevin...that is, if you're still around. I'm going to take care of the rest of the kids. Who knows? Maybe I'll bring Nazz down to keep you company. I know how much you like her.
"I'll kill you," Kevin gurgled, his head swaying lazily back and forth. Edd knew he was just on the border of consciousness. "Ta!" He waved his goodby as he closed the basement door, making careful note to turn off the light behind him. That bastard didn't deserve the slightest bit of sympathy.
Edd returned to his room, where he devised his war strategy. Odds are the kids were holed up in just one house and it only made sense. There was strength in numbers. this would require him to be extra careful. he wnet over all the house in the cul-de-sac and pinpointed Jimmy's house; it was the biggest on the block. It only made sense that there would be plenty of places to hide in a house that big.
It wasn't like it was a big deal if he were wrong, either. He had all the time in the world. All the parents spent most of their time in town, anyway. The cul-de-sac was pretty secluded, with the exception of the trailer park and junkyard nearby. He would find them all eventually. he opened his closet and, for a moment, marveled over the wealth of gadgets and weapons he had stockpiled over the years. The day of Jimmy's birthday party, a day that seemed so long ago now - where he had stocked all of his spy equipment - would play a vital role in today's activities. He had modified most of the equipment to be lethal, but in some cases only stunning. He may want some of them alive.
He undressed from his earlier attire and strapped on his armor, which was mostly made from sports equipment he had taken from Kevin's house and modified to hold cartridges of ammunition and other tools of war. He pulled on a football helmet that had been reinforced with carbon fiber around the outside; he had spent most of the night welding the fiber into place. This reminded him of the lack of sleep he had. The past 48 hours had been very strenuous, and he hadn't noticed it until now. All the planning and execution had taken place right in the past two days and everything had gone according to plan. Sleep was out of the question, as exhausted as his body was, but it was nothing that caffeine pills and some energy soda couldn't fix. He needed to be WIRED to accomplish his approaching task.
Finishing off his uniform with some leather gloves and combat boots (which he ordered online - he was very proud of these), he exited his room and proceeded to leave the house. Before exiting the front door, he stopped to listen to the melodious sound of Kevin gagging in the basement. How beautiful those stomach-lurching noises were to his ears. He stepped outside and into the bright sun.
The cul-de-sac lay empty, a comic tumbleweed passing by. The kids had left their toys in the street; Jimmy's stray bike lay on its side with the front tire spinning in the wind. The target was a house about five doors down on the opposite side of the street. It wouldn't be long now. Edd noticed his hands shaking in a kind of nervous anticipation. He needed to calm down. The caffeine pills and energy drink he downed before he left the house just took effect, and he could feel his heart racing. He took a deep breath and stood in the street, taking in the moment.
As he stood there, he reminisced various times he had stood on this street next to Eddy, who often preached something or another from atop a soap box. The kids would jeer and protest the interrupting of their play. All they wanted was jawbreakers. Edd ran his tongue over his lips. A jawbreaker sounded delicious right now. He made a mental note to reward himself with one after he was finished today. He waited another minute then continued his path. He reviewed his plan in his head.
Storm the front door. Sweep through the living room Make his way in through the dining room, and from there sweep around the outer rim of the house, making his way into the center. Jimmy's house was oddly designed. From the living room, you could only reach the dining room and once you passed through there, you had the choice of entering a hallway which seemed to wrap around the center of the house with bedrooms connecting off of it or you could enter a bedroom on the opposite side of the dining room where it met halfway through a walk-in closet.
He would have to remember this.
As he approached the front door, he took a deep breath. This was it. He could hardly contain his excitement. It all required careful planning, detailed drawings, and compulsive studying. It all accounted to this. "Hello?" Edd rapped his knuckles on the front door. "Jimmy, are you home? I'd like to have a word with you."
"Go away," someone inside cried out. Edd grinned. They were hiding. "I'm coming inside," Edd hissed. "There's nothing you can do about it.
"We'll call the police," they threatened.
How foolish they were. Edd took a minute to cast his gaze up and down the street. There were no police. There never would be. The phone lines didn't even reach behind the neighborhood, so he didn't bother with cutting them.
Without another word, he pulled a small plastic explosive from his utility belt. It was a product of his own design, hand-marked with his own signature on it. He readied the charge on the door and took cover in the bushes. The charge blew the door of its hinges, but it still hung lazily in place. Terrified screams erupted from inside the house.
Perfect.
He kicked the door in and pressed his back against the wall outside the house. Scooping up two small homemade smoke bombs, he tossed them inside and assembled his stun gun as smoke filled the living room and billowed out the front door.
The boy took a moment, as always, to marvel over each piece of technology he constructed. The stun gun was a modified squirt gun, about the size of a rifle, which had been reinforced to shoot darts. The darts were common playing darts laced with poison from his pet arachnid. He would miss his pet very much, but the spider's sacrifice was well worth it. With a deep breath, he turned the corner and entered the house, squatting low to the ground with his rifle raised. The smoke had begun to clear, with his cover dissolving, but he'd rather have it this way. He wanted the kids confused and disorientated from the blast of the door, nothing more.
His eyes swept around the living room. There were bags of chips and other junk foods laying in a littered mess on the floor. Disgusting. He made a mental note to go through and clean up later. Silently, he crept into the dining room, where he saw a figure dart into the hallway. "Oh my god! Sarah!"
It was Jimmy.
The coward ran to the end of the hallway, already sobbing profusely. Sarah appeared next to him, her face locked in a death stare. It didn't register with her that Edd had a gun as she ran toward him, readying herself for the comical beating she thought would ensue.
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part II>?RARRR!? She screeched, her rage too engulfing for words. Edd crouched down and shot two darts into both her knees. The poison worked quickly and her legs immediately gave out beneath her and she tumbled to the ground. Confused and hurt, she tried to push herself up. In a horrified scream, Jimmy ran the opposite direction deeper into the house. Sarah?s legs twitched as she struggled to move them, with no response from the muscles. She shrieked as Edd approached her and began to sob uncontrollably.
?Double Dee! Don?t! Please!? she begged, pulling herself down the hallway as he approached her. Edd strapped up his dart gun and holstered it behind his back, readying his nightstick. A bat alone would have been difficult for him to swing around, as his strength wouldn?t allow it. He had taken a bat from Kevin?s garage and shaved it down into a manageable size, slightly thicker at the end for maximum impact.
Sarah continued to plead and beg as she struggled to pull herself down the hallway. Edd stomped down on her left ankle, and the girl screamed. She couldn?t feel it, but the grinding noise from beneath Edd?s heel was a dead giveaway to a broken ankle.
Her pleads turned to anger as she stared up at him, watching his blank expression.
?You fucking bastard! I?m going to kill you! Did you hear me? I?m going to-?
A sickening crunch split her skull as Edd brought down the modified nightstick down on her head. The girl fell over, her body lifeless, a pool of blood forming beneath her head. A suiting end.
Edd readied his nightstick and crept down the hallway. He didn?t have to go far to hear the terrified whimpers of Jimmy, locked in his room.
?Jimmy,? Edd rapped on the door gently. ?Please open the door.?
This only made he boy sob harder, and Edd added a little more firmness into his voice. ?Jimmy, open this door right now.?
There was silence.
Sighing lightly, Edd inspected the lock on the door. It was a very basic lock, and in fact it wasn?t even on the door all the way. There were a couple of screws loose that held the knob in place. Some of these houses were very old. He wasn?t even sure if he was amused or angered by this; as much as he was savoring Jimmy?s terror, he had a schedule to keep.
He set a small charge on the door?s lock and activated it from a safe distance. The door blew wide open and Jimmy?s scream was louder than that of anything he had ever heard before. Edd?s shadow loomed over Jimmy?s fetal position.
?You know,? Edd said quietly, rapping his nightstick into the palm of his hand. ?I?ve tried on several occasions to be nothing short of a gentleman to you.?
Jimmy only whimpered in response. Edd was pretty sure the boy had pissed himself; the carpet around him was wet and Jimmy?s khaki pants were soaked. He smiled warmly at this.
?However,? he continued. ?On almost every one of these occasions, you would sick your attack dog on me.? His grin widened at the reference to Sarah. ?Now, tell me Jimmy, is that any way to treat somebody who tries to be your friend??
Jimmy sobbed harder, refusing to look at Edd as he shook violently on the ground, his body a trembling mess of delicately manicured nails and hair.
?IS IT?? Edd yelled, his stare burning into Jimmy?s pitiful form.
?NO!? Jimmy wailed. ?I?m sorry, Double Dee! I?m sorry!?
?Get on your knees and bow before me, Jimmy. Beg for my forgiveness.?
Jimmy slowly, unsurely, climbed into position before Edd and sat on his knees, laying his hands out in front of him in a sort of odd homage.
?Please forgi-?
Edd brought down the nightstick onto Jimmy?s right hand, breaking his fingers.
The boy wailed as he immediately retracted his hand, grabbing onto the wrist and falling backward. Edd stood over him and beat him continuously with the nightstick, making careful note to keep the boy alive, but only as a bloodied mass of meat. Each swing of the nightstick was nothing short of orgasmic for Edd; he never realized the true thrill of assault. The years he had pondered why Kevin enjoyed beating him up so much, and this is what he must have felt. Bliss.
Jimmy was nothing short of a bloody hamburger by the time Edd was done with him. His whimpers had been reduced to quiet gasps for breath as his body shut down, barely clinging to life. In his studies, Edd had spent several hours, among many other subjects, studying the amount of abuse a human body could take. He found the results to be quite exceptional. He had miscalculated slightly with Jimmy, however, as the boy was more of a girl than an actual boy, and any pain he suffered would be multiplied. Still, he was alive, exactly how Edd wanted him. He drug the boy back to his house, making sure to make plenty of noise as to alert the other kids in the neighborhood.
He threw Jimmy?s body down the steps, watching his body tumble until it lay on the ground, twitching softly. Kevin?s head lolled around, new vomit covering the front of his shirt. The basement stank to high heaven. He would have to clean this later. Right now, there were other things to attend to; he had a schedule to keep. Pulling out his memoir, he marked off the names of Sarah and Jimmy. It was time to go to Nazz?s house.
Out into the hot sun again and down the street.
Nazz?s house was the last one on the block, and it made sense that the kids would want to put as much distance between themselves and Edd as possible. Her house was unlocked, however, and Edd found this slightly puzzling. He entered the cool air-conditioned living room and looked around. Everything was neat and tidy; Nazz had not been in here since before the crisis arose.
He still went on to check all the rooms and found them empty.
Now he had taken into account that he may be wrong in some of his calculations on the kids? locations, but regardless it made him angry. There was a schedule to keep, and this was breaking his schedule. Now he had to rearrange his line-up to make up for lost time. If only the other kids understood what it meant to have things to do, and a time slot to do them in.
He exited the house and went into the backyard, hopping the fence and entered the thick woods. A change in the plans meant a change in attitude, and right now he was feeling something a little foreign to his normal attitude. He crept through the woods for no particular reason other than to hone his skills; keeping them sharp throughout the day was key. He popped another caffeine pill; the adrenaline from slaying Sarah and beating Jimmy having left his body several minutes ago. As he crept further into the woods, the trailer park came into view and he remained in the bushes as he watched May hang clothes on the line outside her trailer. He studied her pattern as she reached into the carton of clothes, pausing every few moments to pull out a comical thing such as a hot dog or a car part.
Edd slipped off his backpack and removed a bow and arrow on the outside strap ? another gift he had taken from Kevin?s garage. He fitted the arrow and tested its weight in his hands, turning to the side to pull back on the string and release the tensions lowly. He wished that he had allowed himself time to practice with this; honestly, he preferred melee weapons. It just felt more personal.
But this was suiting. He watched as May continued to pull comical things out of the laundry basket, giggling to herself at the misfortune of having accidentally placed a television in the wash. She tossed the items aside and continued to hang up clothes. Edd raised the bow in her direction and fitted the arrow into place, pulling back on the line. A single bead of sweat tickled his face as it ran down his cheek, the sheer excitement of the situation almost overwhelming him. He released the tension and let the arrow fly; it whizzed past May?s right shoulder and pierced some of the clothes on the line.
Confused, May turned around and looked into the woods. Edd?s concealment in the bushes served him well, as May?s gaze turned from left to right. A second arrow out of the woods hit its target as it pierced her right in the stomach, and for a moment she stood silent, looking down at the thing that had just entered her body. She began to scream, and another arrow flew from the woods to hit her in the leg. She fell to the ground, another arrow flying over her body.
?MAY! SHUT UP!? one of the sisters howled from inside the trailer. May, still obedient in all her stupidity, screamed quieter. It was almost as if she were waiting for a punchline; Edd knew this was part of no script. He emerged from the woods, firing one last arrow into May?s jugular. May?s scream turned to a gurgle and she lay silent, blood seeming from her mouth and her wounds, her body twitching slightly. Her eyes watched Edd briefly before rolling into the back of her head.
?That?s more like it!? the sisters yelled from inside the trailer. Edd stepped over May?s body in one fluid motion, kicked the trailer?s front door in, and tossed a smoke grenade inside. The trailer erupted in a cloud of smoke and cries of confusion echoed inside. Edd entered the trailer with as much tenacity as that of a SWAT team and overtook Lee almost instantly, shooting poison darts into both her legs and her arms. The terrified girl lay paralyzed on the ground as Edd approached Marie.
?Wha?Wha?What the fuck?!? Marie cried, scrambling up against the wall on top of the trailer?s cheap bed mattress.
?It?s a temporary paralysis,? Edd said, cocking his head in the direction of Lee. ?She?ll be fine.?
?Double Dee, what did you??? Marie, for the first time, was at a loss for words. Subconsciously, she brushed her blue hair out of her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. Edd stood in front of her, some kind of makeshift weapon in his hand, covered in what appeared to be military armor. Her sister lay on the floor, talking in jibberish, her body twitching with paralysis.
?What did?why???
She stood there in a stunned silence as Edd stepped up on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a long kiss, breaking away momentarily to grab her again in a way that made her gasp.
?I know what you want ? that is, what you?ve always wanted from me,? Edd said, slowly stripping off his armor. Her eyes followed his movements, her mind desperately trying to get a grasp on the situation. Edd taking control? Edd taking off his clothes? This was kind of hot?she found herself almost not caring that her sister laid in a twitching heap on the floor.
?I?ve taken the necessary precautions, done the research.? He paused and thought for a moment. ?And the stretching. I suppose it?s only now that I?ve had the courage to do it. It?s been quite a day.?
?Edd, what??? Marie brushed her hair out of her eyes again, her tongue running over her dry lips. As much as she wanted to say something, the change in character of what she had come to know as Edd was changing in front of her. The skinny, pale body in front of her was not that of a boy?s; it belonged to a man?s.
?You were never much for words,? Edd continued, grabbing her again by the waist and giving her another long kiss. ?That?s why I think it?s best I do all the talking.?
He unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, making careful note to fold them after he slipped them off. Marie watched him in a stunned silence, her heart pounding inside her chest. She bit her lower lip as her hand grazed the side of his cheek and slipped down to his chest, running her hands along his body. Edd watched her fingers dance along his skinny frame, her touch as cold as her icy blue eyes. He reached down for her pants and unbuckled them, watching her eyes brighten as he slid her pants down.
?Double dee??
Edd grinned. Today was a good day. Today was a day things were going to change. Today was a day that HE was going to change.
Edd took the next hour off of his schedule. On his timesheet, he would go on to list it as ?administrative work.? He ran a very tight ship. While this wasn?t billable work, and had no relation to the rest of his schedule, he thought it was still very important that he explore and ravage every part of Marie?s body. Over the next sixty minutes Edward, Double Dee, was a different man. All the bottled up emotions he had been suffering from over the years spilled out in these long, loving minutes. He was merciless as he thrust himself over and over into her, moving to the melodious beat of her screaming his name.
She clung to the cheap bed sheets until her knuckles were white, gasping for breath as he continued his work upon her. She screamed in ecstasy while he howled in satisfaction. He held her body close to his as their bodies reached their peak, and he felt this, the sweat cascading down her back turning cold as she shuddered, too exhausted to make another noise. She collapsed against him, her body limp. Her eyes fluttered and she looked at him in a way that she never had before. There was something more serious in her eyes this time, something different about her.
?Double Dee?? she whispered, when all was said and done. ?I?that?that was?fan?tastic?.?
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part III>Edd grinned his toothy grin, holding her nude body against his, a single bed sheet covering their thin frames from the afternoon breeze. The whole time, Lee had been coming slowly out of her paralysis, but had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, listening to the sound of her sister losing her virginity to the awkward inventor boy who lived down the street from them. She laid there, pretending to be asleep as Edd slowly stood up and gathered his things. She didn't know if she wanted to hug him or strangle him; she was really indifferent to the whole situation. She was almost jealous that Edd had given her sister so much affection that she had missed from Eddy.
Edd kissed Marie softly and exited the trailer, taking inventory of his backpack as he stepped out into the dropping evening sun. He felt relaxed, alert, and more motivated than ever. Despite all the teasing from the Kanker sisters in the past, he decided to let them live; he really did like Marie, and the only one whom had really gotten on his nerves was May, just for the sake that she was dumb as a rock.
He still had a few arrows left and several poisoned darts. For a moment, he mused over how this ammunition would be applied; it was very important to him that each kill should be creative as well as personal. However, the sun WAS falling and he was running out of patience. While spending time with Marie was pleasant, it had tortured his schedule and he really wanted to have all of this wrapped up within the day.
The only advantage to the coming nightfall was that the kids may use darkness as cover to find a better hiding place. it was more than likely that they heard the commotion he had stirred up at Jimmy's house, and they were bound to get restless staying in one place. He smiled at the thought.
He made a trip back to his house one last time before darkness consumed the Cul de Sac and refitted his outfit for nightfall. He reloaded his dart gun, tightened his bow, and grabbed some more homemade explosives. He wished that he had time to set some charges in the street to create some real chaos, but he assured himself that there would be plenty of chaos to go around the minute he got the first kill.
Exiting out of his house through the back door, he hopped a couple of fences until he was a decent distance down the street and sat atop the roof of a house, waiting. Darkness had engulfed the street and the streetlights began to stir, washing a yellowish haze over the black sea of asphalt. He waited tirelessly, watching over the darkened houses like some kind of superhero.
it seemed like hours before he finally heard it: several hushed whispers and collective footsteps.
A pattering of sneakers on cement.
There they were. Edd watched them from the shadows as they nervously, huddled in a large group, marched stupidly down the street. They wore armor that had obviously been scrapped from Nazz's house: pots and pans for helmets, baseball pads for body armor, and oven mittens for gloves. Pathetic.
However, in all its bleakness, it made Edd smile. They were making an effort to resist, even if they were trying to slip by unnoticed.
He fitted his arrow and watched the group move.
Eddy was in the front, sweat cascading down his brow, whispering furiously to Ed, who insisted on stopping every five seconds to stare at the june bugs that had come out under the lights. Then there were Rolf and Nazz, who stood side by side and obviously looked the most coordinated out of the meager group. Edd couldn't decide who he should strike down first; the group would scatter the moment the first one fell.
Edd could hardly keep the arrow still as the kids pattered down the street, going who knows where.
nervous anticipation.
His fingers slid and he let the arrow fly.
It soared right into Ed's neck, darting all the way through and dropping him instantly, his eyes growing the comic size of saucers before he fell to the ground. Nazz shrieked and the group began to scatter, scanning the rooftops for the source of the arrow, but Edd was already gone.
"Oh my god! Ed! ED!" Nazz sobbed, trying desperately to pull Ed's limp body along. Eddy, in all his cowardice, backed away, watching the horror from a distance. Rolf held his work rake high in the air, howling something in his long forgotten foreign language.
"Eddy, goddamnit, help me!" Nazz cried, pulling Ed by the arms to the sidewalk.
"NO WAY!" Eddy yelped, scrambling out of the streetlight. "Double Dee's here! He's HERE!"
"To the clubhouse!" Rolf commanded, grabbing Nazz by the arm and pulling her along.
Edd ran alongside them from behind the homes. His heart pounded as he hopped fences and skipped over forgotten toys in the yard. It was now, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, that he coped with the fact that he killed one of his best friends. There were few things in life that he truly desire, and one of those things was a jawbreaker. The process to obtaining one of these delicious candies went like this: Eddy came up with the idea, Edd would design it and direct Ed, who would do all of the heavy lifting / muscle work. The way Edd operated was that he had a plan, and it was this plan that he stuck to.
Ed, in the meantime, would do everything in his power to disrupt that plan. Whether it be a comic misadventure playing with his imaginary friends, daydreaming about horror movies, or just plain getting in the way, it was all these things built up that prevented Edd from obtaining those delicious balls of candy. In a way, it was a good thing that Ed died; now, at least, Edd would be a lot more productive. He felt no shame or remorse; time for that may be later, if at all. The task at hand was now taking out Eddy, Nazz, and Rolf. He was very pleased at his boy accuracy with Ed; hopefully he would be able to emit such efficiency with the rest of the kids.
The clubhouse appeared on the horizon and Eddy was first in line, his tongue flailing wildly out of his mouth. Their plan had gone horribly. They had hoped to escape to the clubhouse undetected, but this was obviously not the case. Edd sprang out of the shadows and from his shadow figure a wet ball was thrown. It glistened in the moonlight as it soared toward Eddy and landed on his shirt.
"WHAT THE-" Eddy yelped, pulling at the white, slimy ball that was stuck to his shirt. As he turned to look for Edd, the ball exploded, severing Eddy's spinal cord from his rib cage. Eddy's jaw erupted with the consistency of shattered glass; bits of bone fragments rained over Nazz and Rolf, who stared on in a stunned horror as Eddy's lifeless body crumbled to the ground, his eyeballs loose in their sockets, exposed muscle tissue glistening in the moonlight. The explosion had severed many major arteries and had burned them to the core, so blood only emitted in short, small bursts. Nazz was screaming and sobbing, so much so that Rolf couldn't move her, and decided it was time to stand his ground. He readied his rake as he surveyed the surroundings for Edd.
It was dark, but Rolf's eyes had been trained in the wilderness and he saw quite well. So well, in fact, that he saw Edd approaching in a low crouch from a short distance away and hurled his rake with terrifying accuracy.
Edd saw this at the last second and did an evasive roll just in time to dodge the rake, with only a bit of its blade ripping across the skin of his arm. It was nothing to worry about.
Coming out of his roll, Edd scooped up his dart gun and fired three rounds into Rolf's right leg. The blue haired menace yelped out but did not faulter. Nazz, despite all this, was a sobbing mess, watching the fight but unable to move with her legs retaining the consistencies of jello.
Edd pumped two more rounds into Rolf's left leg and watched as the boy began to succumb to the effects of the poison.
"You smarmy son of a gun! You no good, lousy-"
Rolf was cut off by the modified bat jammed into his mouth and out through the back of his head.
"Rolf," Edd replied with a long sigh. "I've had enough of your 'foreign' anecdotes for the rest of my life. As it is, I'm pretty sure that you're not actually FROM anywhere but here: suburbia. You're only lying to yourself."
By now, he was talking only to a corpse and a sobbing girl, who watched Edd with terrified eyes.
"Double Dee," Nazz said through a cascade of tears. "Why are you doing this...?"
Edd simply smiled at her, admiring her body and reminiscing over all the times he had yearned for her. Now the object of his former desire sat in a bathetic heap on the ground, clad in strange armor and sobbing her eyes out.
"Because, my dear," Edd answered, subtly sliding another 'sticky' ball explosive down the front of her shirt. It was most likely sticking to one of her breasts which, for some reason, turned him on slightly. "You all annoy me."
In a stunned silence, Nazz watched him leave, trying to figure out why he had left her unscathed except for this strange, sticky ball that had been placed down her shirt.
Once Edd was a safe distance away, he pressed the button on the control and there was a small explosion.
And then...
Silence.
Edd stood in the middle of the street and listened to the melody of the crickets and owls. It hadn't been long since Edd realized that they had been living in a fantasy world, a world that was limited only to this neighborhood, a junkyard, a small patch of woods, and a trailer park. Aside from all the other reasons Edd wanted to end the lives of his so-called 'friends,' he really felt as if he were doing them all a favor. If Hell xisted, it would be in the form of a cartoon, where characters had logical, intelligent thought and were forced to live within small boundaries for the rest of eternity.
Not this Edd.
He slipped into his darkened home and turned on the lights, peeling off his armor as he went along.
No, this Edd was going to be different.
Today was a good day.
Today was the day that things had changed. He had eliminated most of those that held him back or irritated him, and he had gotten some good target / combat practice while he was at it.
It was a long day, but there was still work to be done. Jimmy and Kevin were waiting for him in the basement. Edd fitted on his apron and picked out his kitchen utensils carefully. After choosing a long steak knife and another sturdy knife with serrated edges, he opened the basement door to the dismay of the terrified kids inside.
Edd had worked up quite an appetite slaying the population of the Cul de Sac. At least, with all the bodies, he would have plenty to eat for a while. He sharpened the knives, sliding them together has he walked down the steps, eying Kevin carefully.
It had been a very long day.
Kevin watched him, bound and gagged, fear overwhelming his eyes. Jimmy lay in a crumpled mass at the foot of the stairs, both his legs broken. He struggled to pull himself away from Edd, sobbing uncontrollably. Edd smiled as he approached Kevin, trying to decide where to make the first cut.
Today was the day things were going to change, indeed.
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part I>He went to touch the pen to paper, but found that starting his memoir today would be difficult. Not that he didn't have anything to write about; in fact, the blood on his hands illustrated how many pages he needed to fill in the leather book. It was the dried, sticky blood between his fingers that made this difficult. He went to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands, watching the red water splosh down the drain. Rinse, wash, repeat. Seven times. This was a practice that many had deemed anal, but this was how he did things. He had left a sticky note to his parents with a recommendation they put in him touch with a therapist, but they were so wrapped up in their own lives they barely noticed when he tried to get their attention.
He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, drying his hands. He looked at himself closely and adjusted his cap. It was a hot day outside, but the cap needed to stay on. It was just the way things were. He never entertained the thought of taking it off, but the others did time and time again. He had a certain way of doing things and, repeatedly, the other kids in the cul-de-sac insisted on interrupting his best practices.
Not anymore.
The teasing, the maiming, and all the bullshit over the years...it had gone on long enough. He had tried reasoning with them, but it was to no avail. They would not listen to his words, so brute force was all that remained. In the back of his mind, he had forseen this coming and spent the past few months studying ancient war tactics, as well as present-day urban combat. He returned to his bedroom, stepping over the piles of books and notes, and sorted through some papers on his desk. Although he had lived in this cul-de-sac for many years, he found it only fitting to his studies to have complete documents on all his enemies.
It started out innocent at first as he took notes of his peers in the interest of later studies, but it quickly evolved into the strategies that he found inside his military books. Know your enemy, understand your enemy. Learn where they live, sleep, learn, and play. Know where they will go in the event of an emergency situation. Map everything. Obsess over every detail.
And he did all this.
He had a detailed map of the cul-de-sac and all the areas beyond the borders of the suburbia. The junkyard. The trailer park. It was summer, so he left the school out of his worries.
He flipped through the files of Nazz, Sarah, Jimmy, Eddy, Ed, Johnny, the Kanker sisters, and Rolf. He stopped on Kevin's, where he put a big red X across the photograph. He reminded himself that Kevin was waiting for him in the basement. He closed the file and cross the room to his closet, where his supplies awaited him. Among his studies, he had picked up on different ways of torture or, the way the book defined them, "extracting information." He had to go to the internet to find all the gory details. Pepper spray, toilet cleaner, pins and needles, hairspray, lighters...there was a whole closet he had transformed into a war room, devoting most of his post-study time to prepare himself.
He pulled on a gas mask and leather gloves before draping an apron over himself. If it was one thing he hated, it was to get blood on himself. His hands were pruned from washing it off earlier. He looked over his treasury of supplies and grabbed a couple of items off the shelf before exiting his room.
He whistled lighty to himself. Today was a good day.
The boy didn't remember the last time he was this happy, but it bordered closely to the first day he made friends with the other Eds. He remembered how enthralled he was that other children wanted to play with him, rather than look on in disgust. His brow furrowed when he was reminded of all the teasing and maining when he was younger. Some of it had carried into his teenage years, with most of it embodied physically into the form of Kevin, the cul-de-sac jock.
Kevin, the cul-de-sac jock whom had repeatedly thrown him into the pavement and mocked him in front of his friends. Kevin, the one who threw him into the locker and left him in there for hours, all the while throwing his arm around Nazz, the girl all the boys yearned for. Kevin, who sat in a bloody mess on a chair in Edd's dimly-lit basement, who looked as the boy walked down the stairs. He had vomited earlier. Edd could see the stains on his shirt. His gas mask worked very well, so he didn't have as much difficulty breathing as Kevin did. he walked up to the propane tank next to Kevin's face and turned the valve shut.
"Do you like it?" Edd asked politely. "It's my own invention, you know. It's a combination of household cleaners...very basic, but irritating enough to your immune system that it will try to flush it out of your body any way it can. It looks like your body has tried that a couple times already.
"Fu...fuck you," Kevin spat, his eyes swollen and blood running from his nose. Edd grinned behind the mask and lowered himself to Kevin's line of sight, sitting on his haunches. "You know," The boy replied. "I never liked you, Kevin. I never have. I've always been a professional, you know. I've always tried to treat you as an equal. That's what you do in the professional world. But you insisted on making things miserable for me. So, I guess you can say that I'm kind of returning the favor. Just be glad I'm not doing this in front of everybody."
As he spoke, he opened his toolbox, from which he pulled surgical tubing. "Which reminds me. Now, open your mouth, please," He tugged at the bottom of Kevin's chin, but he refused to open his mouth.
"Now, what I'm going to do," he explained, "is dump this mixture of toilet bowl cleaner into your stomach. It's watered down and I added some other household ingredients to it so it shouldn't kill you, at least not immediately. However, it will give you horrendous cramps...that which can only be relieved by defecating." He smiled at the thought of Kevin shitting his pants while tied to a chair. He almost wished he had time to witness event. He fed the concoction into the tubing and watched the blue liquid drain into Kevin's mouth. The boy's eyes watered as he gagged, his body lurching foward, struggling to vomit. Edd watched on in a strange fascination as Kevin's body took in the foreign liquid.
"I'll see you later, Kevin...that is, if you're still around. I'm going to take care of the rest of the kids. Who knows? Maybe I'll bring Nazz down to keep you company. I know how much you like her.
"I'll kill you," Kevin gurgled, his head swaying lazily back and forth. Edd knew he was just on the border of consciousness. "Ta!" He waved his goodby as he closed the basement door, making careful note to turn off the light behind him. That bastard didn't deserve the slightest bit of sympathy.
Edd returned to his room, where he devised his war strategy. Odds are the kids were holed up in just one house and it only made sense. There was strength in numbers. this would require him to be extra careful. he wnet over all the house in the cul-de-sac and pinpointed Jimmy's house; it was the biggest on the block. It only made sense that there would be plenty of places to hide in a house that big.
It wasn't like it was a big deal if he were wrong, either. He had all the time in the world. All the parents spent most of their time in town, anyway. The cul-de-sac was pretty secluded, with the exception of the trailer park and junkyard nearby. He would find them all eventually. he opened his closet and, for a moment, marveled over the wealth of gadgets and weapons he had stockpiled over the years. The day of Jimmy's birthday party, a day that seemed so long ago now - where he had stocked all of his spy equipment - would play a vital role in today's activities. He had modified most of the equipment to be lethal, but in some cases only stunning. He may want some of them alive.
He undressed from his earlier attire and strapped on his armor, which was mostly made from sports equipment he had taken from Kevin's house and modified to hold cartridges of ammunition and other tools of war. He pulled on a football helmet that had been reinforced with carbon fiber around the outside; he had spent most of the night welding the fiber into place. This reminded him of the lack of sleep he had. The past 48 hours had been very strenuous, and he hadn't noticed it until now. All the planning and execution had taken place right in the past two days and everything had gone according to plan. Sleep was out of the question, as exhausted as his body was, but it was nothing that caffeine pills and some energy soda couldn't fix. He needed to be WIRED to accomplish his approaching task.
Finishing off his uniform with some leather gloves and combat boots (which he ordered online - he was very proud of these), he exited his room and proceeded to leave the house. Before exiting the front door, he stopped to listen to the melodious sound of Kevin gagging in the basement. How beautiful those stomach-lurching noises were to his ears. He stepped outside and into the bright sun.
The cul-de-sac lay empty, a comic tumbleweed passing by. The kids had left their toys in the street; Jimmy's stray bike lay on its side with the front tire spinning in the wind. The target was a house about five doors down on the opposite side of the street. It wouldn't be long now. Edd noticed his hands shaking in a kind of nervous anticipation. He needed to calm down. The caffeine pills and energy drink he downed before he left the house just took effect, and he could feel his heart racing. He took a deep breath and stood in the street, taking in the moment.
As he stood there, he reminisced various times he had stood on this street next to Eddy, who often preached something or another from atop a soap box. The kids would jeer and protest the interrupting of their play. All they wanted was jawbreakers. Edd ran his tongue over his lips. A jawbreaker sounded delicious right now. He made a mental note to reward himself with one after he was finished today. He waited another minute then continued his path. He reviewed his plan in his head.
Storm the front door. Sweep through the living room Make his way in through the dining room, and from there sweep around the outer rim of the house, making his way into the center. Jimmy's house was oddly designed. From the living room, you could only reach the dining room and once you passed through there, you had the choice of entering a hallway which seemed to wrap around the center of the house with bedrooms connecting off of it or you could enter a bedroom on the opposite side of the dining room where it met halfway through a walk-in closet.
He would have to remember this.
As he approached the front door, he took a deep breath. This was it. He could hardly contain his excitement. It all required careful planning, detailed drawings, and compulsive studying. It all accounted to this. "Hello?" Edd rapped his knuckles on the front door. "Jimmy, are you home? I'd like to have a word with you."
"Go away," someone inside cried out. Edd grinned. They were hiding. "I'm coming inside," Edd hissed. "There's nothing you can do about it.
"We'll call the police," they threatened.
How foolish they were. Edd took a minute to cast his gaze up and down the street. There were no police. There never would be. The phone lines didn't even reach behind the neighborhood, so he didn't bother with cutting them.
Without another word, he pulled a small plastic explosive from his utility belt. It was a product of his own design, hand-marked with his own signature on it. He readied the charge on the door and took cover in the bushes. The charge blew the door of its hinges, but it still hung lazily in place. Terrified screams erupted from inside the house.
Perfect.
He kicked the door in and pressed his back against the wall outside the house. Scooping up two small homemade smoke bombs, he tossed them inside and assembled his stun gun as smoke filled the living room and billowed out the front door.
The boy took a moment, as always, to marvel over each piece of technology he constructed. The stun gun was a modified squirt gun, about the size of a rifle, which had been reinforced to shoot darts. The darts were common playing darts laced with poison from his pet arachnid. He would miss his pet very much, but the spider's sacrifice was well worth it. With a deep breath, he turned the corner and entered the house, squatting low to the ground with his rifle raised. The smoke had begun to clear, with his cover dissolving, but he'd rather have it this way. He wanted the kids confused and disorientated from the blast of the door, nothing more.
His eyes swept around the living room. There were bags of chips and other junk foods laying in a littered mess on the floor. Disgusting. He made a mental note to go through and clean up later. Silently, he crept into the dining room, where he saw a figure dart into the hallway. "Oh my god! Sarah!"
It was Jimmy.
The coward ran to the end of the hallway, already sobbing profusely. Sarah appeared next to him, her face locked in a death stare. It didn't register with her that Edd had a gun as she ran toward him, readying herself for the comical beating she thought would ensue.
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part II>?RARRR!? She screeched, her rage too engulfing for words. Edd crouched down and shot two darts into both her knees. The poison worked quickly and her legs immediately gave out beneath her and she tumbled to the ground. Confused and hurt, she tried to push herself up. In a horrified scream, Jimmy ran the opposite direction deeper into the house. Sarah?s legs twitched as she struggled to move them, with no response from the muscles. She shrieked as Edd approached her and began to sob uncontrollably.
?Double Dee! Don?t! Please!? she begged, pulling herself down the hallway as he approached her. Edd strapped up his dart gun and holstered it behind his back, readying his nightstick. A bat alone would have been difficult for him to swing around, as his strength wouldn?t allow it. He had taken a bat from Kevin?s garage and shaved it down into a manageable size, slightly thicker at the end for maximum impact.
Sarah continued to plead and beg as she struggled to pull herself down the hallway. Edd stomped down on her left ankle, and the girl screamed. She couldn?t feel it, but the grinding noise from beneath Edd?s heel was a dead giveaway to a broken ankle.
Her pleads turned to anger as she stared up at him, watching his blank expression.
?You fucking bastard! I?m going to kill you! Did you hear me? I?m going to-?
A sickening crunch split her skull as Edd brought down the modified nightstick down on her head. The girl fell over, her body lifeless, a pool of blood forming beneath her head. A suiting end.
Edd readied his nightstick and crept down the hallway. He didn?t have to go far to hear the terrified whimpers of Jimmy, locked in his room.
?Jimmy,? Edd rapped on the door gently. ?Please open the door.?
This only made he boy sob harder, and Edd added a little more firmness into his voice. ?Jimmy, open this door right now.?
There was silence.
Sighing lightly, Edd inspected the lock on the door. It was a very basic lock, and in fact it wasn?t even on the door all the way. There were a couple of screws loose that held the knob in place. Some of these houses were very old. He wasn?t even sure if he was amused or angered by this; as much as he was savoring Jimmy?s terror, he had a schedule to keep.
He set a small charge on the door?s lock and activated it from a safe distance. The door blew wide open and Jimmy?s scream was louder than that of anything he had ever heard before. Edd?s shadow loomed over Jimmy?s fetal position.
?You know,? Edd said quietly, rapping his nightstick into the palm of his hand. ?I?ve tried on several occasions to be nothing short of a gentleman to you.?
Jimmy only whimpered in response. Edd was pretty sure the boy had pissed himself; the carpet around him was wet and Jimmy?s khaki pants were soaked. He smiled warmly at this.
?However,? he continued. ?On almost every one of these occasions, you would sick your attack dog on me.? His grin widened at the reference to Sarah. ?Now, tell me Jimmy, is that any way to treat somebody who tries to be your friend??
Jimmy sobbed harder, refusing to look at Edd as he shook violently on the ground, his body a trembling mess of delicately manicured nails and hair.
?IS IT?? Edd yelled, his stare burning into Jimmy?s pitiful form.
?NO!? Jimmy wailed. ?I?m sorry, Double Dee! I?m sorry!?
?Get on your knees and bow before me, Jimmy. Beg for my forgiveness.?
Jimmy slowly, unsurely, climbed into position before Edd and sat on his knees, laying his hands out in front of him in a sort of odd homage.
?Please forgi-?
Edd brought down the nightstick onto Jimmy?s right hand, breaking his fingers.
The boy wailed as he immediately retracted his hand, grabbing onto the wrist and falling backward. Edd stood over him and beat him continuously with the nightstick, making careful note to keep the boy alive, but only as a bloodied mass of meat. Each swing of the nightstick was nothing short of orgasmic for Edd; he never realized the true thrill of assault. The years he had pondered why Kevin enjoyed beating him up so much, and this is what he must have felt. Bliss.
Jimmy was nothing short of a bloody hamburger by the time Edd was done with him. His whimpers had been reduced to quiet gasps for breath as his body shut down, barely clinging to life. In his studies, Edd had spent several hours, among many other subjects, studying the amount of abuse a human body could take. He found the results to be quite exceptional. He had miscalculated slightly with Jimmy, however, as the boy was more of a girl than an actual boy, and any pain he suffered would be multiplied. Still, he was alive, exactly how Edd wanted him. He drug the boy back to his house, making sure to make plenty of noise as to alert the other kids in the neighborhood.
He threw Jimmy?s body down the steps, watching his body tumble until it lay on the ground, twitching softly. Kevin?s head lolled around, new vomit covering the front of his shirt. The basement stank to high heaven. He would have to clean this later. Right now, there were other things to attend to; he had a schedule to keep. Pulling out his memoir, he marked off the names of Sarah and Jimmy. It was time to go to Nazz?s house.
Out into the hot sun again and down the street.
Nazz?s house was the last one on the block, and it made sense that the kids would want to put as much distance between themselves and Edd as possible. Her house was unlocked, however, and Edd found this slightly puzzling. He entered the cool air-conditioned living room and looked around. Everything was neat and tidy; Nazz had not been in here since before the crisis arose.
He still went on to check all the rooms and found them empty.
Now he had taken into account that he may be wrong in some of his calculations on the kids? locations, but regardless it made him angry. There was a schedule to keep, and this was breaking his schedule. Now he had to rearrange his line-up to make up for lost time. If only the other kids understood what it meant to have things to do, and a time slot to do them in.
He exited the house and went into the backyard, hopping the fence and entered the thick woods. A change in the plans meant a change in attitude, and right now he was feeling something a little foreign to his normal attitude. He crept through the woods for no particular reason other than to hone his skills; keeping them sharp throughout the day was key. He popped another caffeine pill; the adrenaline from slaying Sarah and beating Jimmy having left his body several minutes ago. As he crept further into the woods, the trailer park came into view and he remained in the bushes as he watched May hang clothes on the line outside her trailer. He studied her pattern as she reached into the carton of clothes, pausing every few moments to pull out a comical thing such as a hot dog or a car part.
Edd slipped off his backpack and removed a bow and arrow on the outside strap ? another gift he had taken from Kevin?s garage. He fitted the arrow and tested its weight in his hands, turning to the side to pull back on the string and release the tensions lowly. He wished that he had allowed himself time to practice with this; honestly, he preferred melee weapons. It just felt more personal.
But this was suiting. He watched as May continued to pull comical things out of the laundry basket, giggling to herself at the misfortune of having accidentally placed a television in the wash. She tossed the items aside and continued to hang up clothes. Edd raised the bow in her direction and fitted the arrow into place, pulling back on the line. A single bead of sweat tickled his face as it ran down his cheek, the sheer excitement of the situation almost overwhelming him. He released the tension and let the arrow fly; it whizzed past May?s right shoulder and pierced some of the clothes on the line.
Confused, May turned around and looked into the woods. Edd?s concealment in the bushes served him well, as May?s gaze turned from left to right. A second arrow out of the woods hit its target as it pierced her right in the stomach, and for a moment she stood silent, looking down at the thing that had just entered her body. She began to scream, and another arrow flew from the woods to hit her in the leg. She fell to the ground, another arrow flying over her body.
?MAY! SHUT UP!? one of the sisters howled from inside the trailer. May, still obedient in all her stupidity, screamed quieter. It was almost as if she were waiting for a punchline; Edd knew this was part of no script. He emerged from the woods, firing one last arrow into May?s jugular. May?s scream turned to a gurgle and she lay silent, blood seeming from her mouth and her wounds, her body twitching slightly. Her eyes watched Edd briefly before rolling into the back of her head.
?That?s more like it!? the sisters yelled from inside the trailer. Edd stepped over May?s body in one fluid motion, kicked the trailer?s front door in, and tossed a smoke grenade inside. The trailer erupted in a cloud of smoke and cries of confusion echoed inside. Edd entered the trailer with as much tenacity as that of a SWAT team and overtook Lee almost instantly, shooting poison darts into both her legs and her arms. The terrified girl lay paralyzed on the ground as Edd approached Marie.
?Wha?Wha?What the fuck?!? Marie cried, scrambling up against the wall on top of the trailer?s cheap bed mattress.
?It?s a temporary paralysis,? Edd said, cocking his head in the direction of Lee. ?She?ll be fine.?
?Double Dee, what did you??? Marie, for the first time, was at a loss for words. Subconsciously, she brushed her blue hair out of her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. Edd stood in front of her, some kind of makeshift weapon in his hand, covered in what appeared to be military armor. Her sister lay on the floor, talking in jibberish, her body twitching with paralysis.
?What did?why???
She stood there in a stunned silence as Edd stepped up on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a long kiss, breaking away momentarily to grab her again in a way that made her gasp.
?I know what you want ? that is, what you?ve always wanted from me,? Edd said, slowly stripping off his armor. Her eyes followed his movements, her mind desperately trying to get a grasp on the situation. Edd taking control? Edd taking off his clothes? This was kind of hot?she found herself almost not caring that her sister laid in a twitching heap on the floor.
?I?ve taken the necessary precautions, done the research.? He paused and thought for a moment. ?And the stretching. I suppose it?s only now that I?ve had the courage to do it. It?s been quite a day.?
?Edd, what??? Marie brushed her hair out of her eyes again, her tongue running over her dry lips. As much as she wanted to say something, the change in character of what she had come to know as Edd was changing in front of her. The skinny, pale body in front of her was not that of a boy?s; it belonged to a man?s.
?You were never much for words,? Edd continued, grabbing her again by the waist and giving her another long kiss. ?That?s why I think it?s best I do all the talking.?
He unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, making careful note to fold them after he slipped them off. Marie watched him in a stunned silence, her heart pounding inside her chest. She bit her lower lip as her hand grazed the side of his cheek and slipped down to his chest, running her hands along his body. Edd watched her fingers dance along his skinny frame, her touch as cold as her icy blue eyes. He reached down for her pants and unbuckled them, watching her eyes brighten as he slid her pants down.
?Double dee??
Edd grinned. Today was a good day. Today was a day things were going to change. Today was a day that HE was going to change.
Edd took the next hour off of his schedule. On his timesheet, he would go on to list it as ?administrative work.? He ran a very tight ship. While this wasn?t billable work, and had no relation to the rest of his schedule, he thought it was still very important that he explore and ravage every part of Marie?s body. Over the next sixty minutes Edward, Double Dee, was a different man. All the bottled up emotions he had been suffering from over the years spilled out in these long, loving minutes. He was merciless as he thrust himself over and over into her, moving to the melodious beat of her screaming his name.
She clung to the cheap bed sheets until her knuckles were white, gasping for breath as he continued his work upon her. She screamed in ecstasy while he howled in satisfaction. He held her body close to his as their bodies reached their peak, and he felt this, the sweat cascading down her back turning cold as she shuddered, too exhausted to make another noise. She collapsed against him, her body limp. Her eyes fluttered and she looked at him in a way that she never had before. There was something more serious in her eyes this time, something different about her.
?Double Dee?? she whispered, when all was said and done. ?I?that?that was?fan?tastic?.?
<spoiler=Day of Edd; Part III>Edd grinned his toothy grin, holding her nude body against his, a single bed sheet covering their thin frames from the afternoon breeze. The whole time, Lee had been coming slowly out of her paralysis, but had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, listening to the sound of her sister losing her virginity to the awkward inventor boy who lived down the street from them. She laid there, pretending to be asleep as Edd slowly stood up and gathered his things. She didn't know if she wanted to hug him or strangle him; she was really indifferent to the whole situation. She was almost jealous that Edd had given her sister so much affection that she had missed from Eddy.
Edd kissed Marie softly and exited the trailer, taking inventory of his backpack as he stepped out into the dropping evening sun. He felt relaxed, alert, and more motivated than ever. Despite all the teasing from the Kanker sisters in the past, he decided to let them live; he really did like Marie, and the only one whom had really gotten on his nerves was May, just for the sake that she was dumb as a rock.
He still had a few arrows left and several poisoned darts. For a moment, he mused over how this ammunition would be applied; it was very important to him that each kill should be creative as well as personal. However, the sun WAS falling and he was running out of patience. While spending time with Marie was pleasant, it had tortured his schedule and he really wanted to have all of this wrapped up within the day.
The only advantage to the coming nightfall was that the kids may use darkness as cover to find a better hiding place. it was more than likely that they heard the commotion he had stirred up at Jimmy's house, and they were bound to get restless staying in one place. He smiled at the thought.
He made a trip back to his house one last time before darkness consumed the Cul de Sac and refitted his outfit for nightfall. He reloaded his dart gun, tightened his bow, and grabbed some more homemade explosives. He wished that he had time to set some charges in the street to create some real chaos, but he assured himself that there would be plenty of chaos to go around the minute he got the first kill.
Exiting out of his house through the back door, he hopped a couple of fences until he was a decent distance down the street and sat atop the roof of a house, waiting. Darkness had engulfed the street and the streetlights began to stir, washing a yellowish haze over the black sea of asphalt. He waited tirelessly, watching over the darkened houses like some kind of superhero.
it seemed like hours before he finally heard it: several hushed whispers and collective footsteps.
A pattering of sneakers on cement.
There they were. Edd watched them from the shadows as they nervously, huddled in a large group, marched stupidly down the street. They wore armor that had obviously been scrapped from Nazz's house: pots and pans for helmets, baseball pads for body armor, and oven mittens for gloves. Pathetic.
However, in all its bleakness, it made Edd smile. They were making an effort to resist, even if they were trying to slip by unnoticed.
He fitted his arrow and watched the group move.
Eddy was in the front, sweat cascading down his brow, whispering furiously to Ed, who insisted on stopping every five seconds to stare at the june bugs that had come out under the lights. Then there were Rolf and Nazz, who stood side by side and obviously looked the most coordinated out of the meager group. Edd couldn't decide who he should strike down first; the group would scatter the moment the first one fell.
Edd could hardly keep the arrow still as the kids pattered down the street, going who knows where.
nervous anticipation.
His fingers slid and he let the arrow fly.
It soared right into Ed's neck, darting all the way through and dropping him instantly, his eyes growing the comic size of saucers before he fell to the ground. Nazz shrieked and the group began to scatter, scanning the rooftops for the source of the arrow, but Edd was already gone.
"Oh my god! Ed! ED!" Nazz sobbed, trying desperately to pull Ed's limp body along. Eddy, in all his cowardice, backed away, watching the horror from a distance. Rolf held his work rake high in the air, howling something in his long forgotten foreign language.
"Eddy, goddamnit, help me!" Nazz cried, pulling Ed by the arms to the sidewalk.
"NO WAY!" Eddy yelped, scrambling out of the streetlight. "Double Dee's here! He's HERE!"
"To the clubhouse!" Rolf commanded, grabbing Nazz by the arm and pulling her along.
Edd ran alongside them from behind the homes. His heart pounded as he hopped fences and skipped over forgotten toys in the yard. It was now, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, that he coped with the fact that he killed one of his best friends. There were few things in life that he truly desire, and one of those things was a jawbreaker. The process to obtaining one of these delicious candies went like this: Eddy came up with the idea, Edd would design it and direct Ed, who would do all of the heavy lifting / muscle work. The way Edd operated was that he had a plan, and it was this plan that he stuck to.
Ed, in the meantime, would do everything in his power to disrupt that plan. Whether it be a comic misadventure playing with his imaginary friends, daydreaming about horror movies, or just plain getting in the way, it was all these things built up that prevented Edd from obtaining those delicious balls of candy. In a way, it was a good thing that Ed died; now, at least, Edd would be a lot more productive. He felt no shame or remorse; time for that may be later, if at all. The task at hand was now taking out Eddy, Nazz, and Rolf. He was very pleased at his boy accuracy with Ed; hopefully he would be able to emit such efficiency with the rest of the kids.
The clubhouse appeared on the horizon and Eddy was first in line, his tongue flailing wildly out of his mouth. Their plan had gone horribly. They had hoped to escape to the clubhouse undetected, but this was obviously not the case. Edd sprang out of the shadows and from his shadow figure a wet ball was thrown. It glistened in the moonlight as it soared toward Eddy and landed on his shirt.
"WHAT THE-" Eddy yelped, pulling at the white, slimy ball that was stuck to his shirt. As he turned to look for Edd, the ball exploded, severing Eddy's spinal cord from his rib cage. Eddy's jaw erupted with the consistency of shattered glass; bits of bone fragments rained over Nazz and Rolf, who stared on in a stunned horror as Eddy's lifeless body crumbled to the ground, his eyeballs loose in their sockets, exposed muscle tissue glistening in the moonlight. The explosion had severed many major arteries and had burned them to the core, so blood only emitted in short, small bursts. Nazz was screaming and sobbing, so much so that Rolf couldn't move her, and decided it was time to stand his ground. He readied his rake as he surveyed the surroundings for Edd.
It was dark, but Rolf's eyes had been trained in the wilderness and he saw quite well. So well, in fact, that he saw Edd approaching in a low crouch from a short distance away and hurled his rake with terrifying accuracy.
Edd saw this at the last second and did an evasive roll just in time to dodge the rake, with only a bit of its blade ripping across the skin of his arm. It was nothing to worry about.
Coming out of his roll, Edd scooped up his dart gun and fired three rounds into Rolf's right leg. The blue haired menace yelped out but did not faulter. Nazz, despite all this, was a sobbing mess, watching the fight but unable to move with her legs retaining the consistencies of jello.
Edd pumped two more rounds into Rolf's left leg and watched as the boy began to succumb to the effects of the poison.
"You smarmy son of a gun! You no good, lousy-"
Rolf was cut off by the modified bat jammed into his mouth and out through the back of his head.
"Rolf," Edd replied with a long sigh. "I've had enough of your 'foreign' anecdotes for the rest of my life. As it is, I'm pretty sure that you're not actually FROM anywhere but here: suburbia. You're only lying to yourself."
By now, he was talking only to a corpse and a sobbing girl, who watched Edd with terrified eyes.
"Double Dee," Nazz said through a cascade of tears. "Why are you doing this...?"
Edd simply smiled at her, admiring her body and reminiscing over all the times he had yearned for her. Now the object of his former desire sat in a bathetic heap on the ground, clad in strange armor and sobbing her eyes out.
"Because, my dear," Edd answered, subtly sliding another 'sticky' ball explosive down the front of her shirt. It was most likely sticking to one of her breasts which, for some reason, turned him on slightly. "You all annoy me."
In a stunned silence, Nazz watched him leave, trying to figure out why he had left her unscathed except for this strange, sticky ball that had been placed down her shirt.
Once Edd was a safe distance away, he pressed the button on the control and there was a small explosion.
And then...
Silence.
Edd stood in the middle of the street and listened to the melody of the crickets and owls. It hadn't been long since Edd realized that they had been living in a fantasy world, a world that was limited only to this neighborhood, a junkyard, a small patch of woods, and a trailer park. Aside from all the other reasons Edd wanted to end the lives of his so-called 'friends,' he really felt as if he were doing them all a favor. If Hell xisted, it would be in the form of a cartoon, where characters had logical, intelligent thought and were forced to live within small boundaries for the rest of eternity.
Not this Edd.
He slipped into his darkened home and turned on the lights, peeling off his armor as he went along.
No, this Edd was going to be different.
Today was a good day.
Today was the day that things had changed. He had eliminated most of those that held him back or irritated him, and he had gotten some good target / combat practice while he was at it.
It was a long day, but there was still work to be done. Jimmy and Kevin were waiting for him in the basement. Edd fitted on his apron and picked out his kitchen utensils carefully. After choosing a long steak knife and another sturdy knife with serrated edges, he opened the basement door to the dismay of the terrified kids inside.
Edd had worked up quite an appetite slaying the population of the Cul de Sac. At least, with all the bodies, he would have plenty to eat for a while. He sharpened the knives, sliding them together has he walked down the steps, eying Kevin carefully.
It had been a very long day.
Kevin watched him, bound and gagged, fear overwhelming his eyes. Jimmy lay in a crumpled mass at the foot of the stairs, both his legs broken. He struggled to pull himself away from Edd, sobbing uncontrollably. Edd smiled as he approached Kevin, trying to decide where to make the first cut.
Today was the day things were going to change, indeed.
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