Chapter One:
Tord stood outside his car, watching the other's expressions. He knew that Edd was obviously upset and pretty hurt about him leaving the show. He couldn't really tell Matt's thoughts, speaking that his face was hidden behind a mirror as the vain ginger-head marveled at his oh-so beautiful face. Tom's expression was pretty obvious; he had a content smirk on his face, as he and Tord never really got along.
"Good bye," Edd murmured as Tord walked to his car.
"Good luck," Matt called, taking his eyes off the mirror for once as Tord got into the car,
"Good riddance," Tom muttered. Tord made sure to back up his car to purposely hit Tom, and, without looking back. drove away, out of Eddsworld and into Reality.
He turned up the rock music already blaring through his windows. Checking to make sure there were no cops, and then deciding that he didn't care if here even WAS any, he stepped on the gas and drove a good 110 mph. Screw anyone who saw. This is my car, my world, my life, he thought.
Suddenly the sound of sirens filled the air. "Well, that's stupid," he said to himself. Instead of pulling over for the police like a rational person, he sped up and accidently drove off the fucking highway. Smooth move, Tord. He screamed as the car flipped down the steep hill. The windshield was broken and was stabbing into his chest. Broken glass sliced his face. The car tumbled and landed on it's trunk. It somehow spun around wildly, and crashed into a tree.
Tord flung through the hole in the windshield and crashed face first into the tree. He slid down and landed on the remains of his car with a dull thud. The last thing he saw before his vision darkened was the shattered glass and blood.
Meanwhile, the cop was still trying to drive after the red car, unaware that the red car was, in fact, broken to bits at the bottom of a ravine. He finally had the sense to investigate the mysterious blood colored liquid on the road, mixed with the sheen of spilled oil. He pulled to a stop and went over. The sight almost made him want to barf up the donuts he just inhaled.
A teenager in a red hoodie, with spiky pale brown hair, was slumped against a tree, unconscious. His face was covered with blood and his clothes were torn and splattered with oil. A few feet away was the red car, crushed to bits and also covered in oil. The license plate had fallen off, and was laying on the ground, while pieces of metal and glass were scattered everywhere. He finally was able to tear his eyes away and call 911.
"Hello, this is 911, please state your emergency."
"Uh, hello Jane. This is Bob, you know, the cop? Yeah, uh, there's been a crash at highway number 75, and a teenager is there, and he looks like he's dead- should I find a hospital?" he asked.
"What do you think?" The voice was sarcastic.
"Uh, no," Bob said stupidly. There was an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. Jane glared at the phone and hung up.
Bob took one last look at the teen, and vomited.
A couple hours later a dark blue car drove over to the same spot. The man inside the car stepped out and walked down the hill, following the trail of blood and oil. He saw the blood-covered teenager, the crushed car, the broken glass. He quietly called an ambulance and watched as it drove over. One of the drivers vomited, the other stonily picked up the teen and carried him into the ambulance. The man silently got into his car and drove away, the ambulance following. The moon's glow shone onto a small note met to be given to Edd Gould:
I'M SORRY.
A/N: Why the fuck am I doing this.
I don't know.
Well, I have a shitload of Invader Zim fictions to be finishing right now, especially Twisted Galaxies. But I do kinda enjoy this. But still, which is better? Ship crashes or car crashes? Ghosts or cops? Tacos or donuts? Saving the universe or the adventure of a lifetime?
Your choice.
Uh, please note that this probably won't be updated regularly, but I'll try my best. You can find me on deviantART, username's silverVOID1, and please please PLEASE review.
I mean, hey. It's pretty swell.