Jason POV
I broke the glass on my dad's old and dusty gun cabinet. The Eds and Kevin, Rolf, Johnny, and Jimmy were behind me, wielding metal baseball bats. I took out a dusty .22 and checked the tube magazine. It was filled to the top with brass bullets. That meant fourteen shots. I looked at the group and considered. Kevin could handle a 30-30, Ed could manage 12 gauge. Rolf could handle the 9mm MP9 (legal) that was in there. I gave the rifle to Eddy. The .22 pistol was given to Jimmy. I decided that Edd would have a 9 mm and Kevin would have a .45.
"Grab all the ammo you can and fill you're bags," I said. "The box says what caliber it is."
I sat back and looked at the .45 in my hand. It was light and shiny black. I had used it when I was first learning to shoot handgun. The grip was familiar and calming.
Jimmy came over to me.
"Mr. Jason," he asked. "What happened to Sarah?"
I looked down and felt tears form in my eyes. The kid didn't know. He just didn't know that you can die. Out of all the kids in here, this kid should know the best that things and people die. He was injured so often, but no one ever had told him to be more careful or he'll die?
"Sarah died, Jimmy," I murmured. "She's…she's not alive. The bullets went through head and chest. Basically killing her instantly. If she's not dead, she'll want to be."
Jimmy had a look on his face that made me want to hit him until he cried that he understood.
"People and things are born, but they can't live forever," I said. "They die. When they die, they go to heaven."
"So Sarah's in heaven?"
I smiled. I didn't want to bring up Hell, this kid was so happy.
"Yeah, kid, she's in heaven."
The others surrounded us, expecting orders.
"What do I look like, a leader?"
I didn't need the answer. I stood and cocked the .45, putting it in the waistband of my jeans.
"Nazz has…lost it," I began. "She sees the Kankers as sisters, and has willed them into a killing spree. If we want to live, we have to take refuge somewhere. The best place would be an attic with two windows that view the turn-around and the ally."
Kevin raised his hand.
"I, like, have an attic like that."
"Good. Next thing I have to say is important; if you have a problem killing someone, lock yourself in the basement here. I want people that are willing to defend themselves and others, not dead weight."
No one raised there hands or even looked like they chickened out.
I remembered the scene which kept these ragbag soldiers here:
Sarah and Jimmy were playing with dollies. I could see that both were in bliss. Edd had the novel idea of spending some money to make a lot of money and the 'scam' was working beautifully. It was a basic cook out with real food and real beverages. The prices were higher than usual, but the price was still low compared to everywhere else. I had ordered a double cheeseburger, a root beer, and a Tall Boy of Amp. As I waited at the table. I watched everyone. Just watched. I was still the new kid and had gone through tons of hazing and was finally found as 'cool'. I was usually quiet and lay back, which seemed to be the reasoning of the 'cool' rank.
Nazz was coming up from the south-side; basically no-man's land. I didn't care, though; a beauty shop was down that way and to the right and I knew that Nazz went there to get her hair and nails done. But as she came closer, I saw that she had a gash on her arm and tear rivers on her face.
"Nazz, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned that some jerk from the other cul-de-sac two miles over had mugged her.
Instead of answering, she reached into her pocket. I tensed a bit; a no answer from Nazz was bad news. Through the denim of her jeans, I saw that her hand now clenched into a fist around something. One finger moved from the fist and a bulge was visible. Her hand wrapped around whatever object it was. Then she attacked.
She had a sharp folding knife in her hand. She lashed foreword, slashing madly at me. I knocked the knife hand away from me with brute force; the knife flew towards Sarah and Jimmy. She attacked with her fingernails. I dodged to the left and grabbed the hand, squeezing down hard and moving my hand in a circular motion. She howled in pain.
I was dumb. I should have been watching her other hand, but instead was watching her mouth in case she tried to bite me. She produced a .45. She shot and missed me, but nailed Sarah in the shoulder. She was thrown to her back and cried in pain. I could see the blood rapidly beginning to form a puddle. I kicked the gun from her hand and caught in with my free hand, pistol whipping her on the temple with all my force and momentum. She flung to the side, unconscious.
I pulled the tiny lever on the handle of the gun that released the magazine and threw the two objects in two separate areas and took off my shirt.
I put my shirt to the bullet wound, applying direct pressure as gently as I could. Sarah wasn't lucky, she didn't pass out.
After everyone's shirt was off and still the blood was soaking through the make-shift bandages, I tried to remember the four steps for severe bleeding; Direct Pressure…Elevation…Pressure Point…Tourniquet. We could get elevation; it was a shoulder wound and it would have been pointless to do more damage my moving her. So I skipped two and went for pressure point; the area were you can feel the bones and muscle on the side of you're arms. Giving the bandages to Kevin and telling him to keep pressure on it, I tried. For half a minute, the pressure point failed.
Tourniquet. The most risky thing to do to a person cutting off the flow of blood to stop the blood. But Sarah would lose her arm in the ten minute wait for the ambulance to arrive. Then again, the bullet would have killed several major points in the muscle, joints, and bones; she most likely lose it anyway.
I ordered Edd to get me Eddy's grilling apron. He did and I used my multi-tool to cut the strings in the back. I put it under Sarah's arm and did a single, tight Granny knot. The skin began to turn red on the undamaged side of the wound; soon her entire arm was pale and white. No going back now. I tied a slip knot and fed an end of the rope through it and closing the slip knot. I sat back, exhausted. I checked myself for shock as well as I could, then checked everyone.
A tearing of cloth and a weak scream took me away from Kevin, who was showing signs of growing shock. I whirled around and saw that Nazz had found her knife…and gun. She tore the knife from Sarah's stomach and jabbed it into he lung. Sarah began to weezingly cry.
"Nazz…stop." I said in am authoritive voice that I used for dogs; low and soft, but with authority. Most often dogs get yelled when they do something wrong or don't listen. Do something that doesn't hurt them mentally or physically and they will obey. It didn't work with Nazz.
She tore it from the lung and began to slowly slice down the middle of Sarah's, cutting the cloths and the skin. She had came to the neck.
She began to lightly cut Sarah's collar area, making scratches no worse than paper cuts.
I felt the heavy and small multi-tool in my pocket. I didn't put the blade back when I had cut the apron.
"Nazz…don't do it," I began to plead. The others began to beg as well. Bad move.
Nazz began cringe at the loud noises and raised the knife.
I threw the multi-tool. The blade didn't hit her, but it knocked the knife out of her hand. She didn't stop bringing her hand down. She grabbed the edges of Sarah's throat and tore her voice box out. Blood gushed everywhere. Sarah shivered and began to pant in hyperventilation breaths. Nazz to out the gun.
"NO!" I screamed and she put it down to Sarah's head and looked at me.
She began to squeeze the trigger slowly.
And stopped before the shot would go off. A look of dumb came across her face. I began to hope for the best.
Then she squeezed it the rest of the way.
And laughed.
I shivered and looked at my soldiers. I began to tear up.
"We're against terrorists that defiantly have at least one gun and maybe Molotov cocktails if they're smart; the Kankers have so much booze in their trailer its like a liquor store. Let's go to the club house."
Edd POV
The projectile weapon in my hand seemed heavy to me. So did the several boxes of ammunition that I had stuffed into my pockets.
In my thirst of knowledge, I discovered that the name of the weapon in my hand was a nine millimeter. Its brand was Glock and its ammunition was center-fire. It could be submerge in water, ice, or mud and still fire. It could be overheated in an inferno or dechemicilized and still shoot. Glock was a company in Australia that also made shotguns and rifles.
I also knew that the psychology of Nazz has become riddled with clouds…aka; she's lost it.
As Jason led the way to the club house, every sound that a normal wood would make caused me great spasms of nervousness. I could almost feel my frontal lobes beginning too swell under great pressure. I was light headed. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to vomit.
But I couldn't until we got into the tree house. So I marched with Ed, back to back, watching all directions so we literally had each others back. Everyone else was like this too, except for Jason, who was farther ahead of us than comfortable. He crouched in the grass, moving swiftly ahead.
When we had finally made it to the club house, he stopped and signaled for everyone to go up. He went up last, tucking the pistol in his hand into his belt.
Kevin began to yank on the generators cord and soon light filled the diminutive, coarsely made room.
No one slept a wink, all too scared of the fanatical slayer of the naïve and guiltless who now wreaked confusion and disorder upon us. Nazz…
I began to find myself forcing my eyes open.
Something wintry was deposited onto my cheek and I bolted erect. Jason had pressed a canister of energy beverage onto my face. It was a can of 'Rock Star' and the label read 'Party Like a Rock Star!'. It was a sixteen liquid ounce can and the back nutrition label read that it had two servings. Below the traditional nutrient guide, there was a list of the energy supplements; Taurine, Guarana, Caffeine, Inositol, and several other entertainingly named ingredients.
He waved it in front of my face and popped it open.
I took it from his hand and sipped it. An almost instant rush of energy ran through my spine; it had a very superior taste, citrus like. My spine tingled again and my muscles began to involuntarily twitch. I noticed that the spasms were visible. The base of my cranium began to buzz and my mind began to whirl in fast foreword. I suddenly gained control of my muscles and realized that the after taste of the first drink was exquisite, surpassing the initial shock. I placed my lips to the rim of the canister and drank again, small sips that left the better after taste; bigger gulps left no after taste.
Jason must have noticed my reaction to the drink.
"First time?' he inquired and smiled, popping open a can of Liquid Ice, Red Bull, Amp, Rock Star, Full Throttle, and Von Dutch. he poured them into a medium-sized plastic bottle, twirled it to mix, and drank in sips. I saw his muscle tighten and his drinking arm begin to shake. He finally stopped a scrupulous long drink and began to gasp.
"Ran out of air," he said, shaking his head.
He passed it around, everyone taking long sips.
Everyone was soon drunk of energy drink; Kevin was doing push ups like mad, Jimmy was retching out the only window, and Rolf was sitting down calmly, but his mouth was running a mile a minute. Johnny was shaking, Ed was laughing, Eddy was ranting about birds. But Jason was sitting calmly, not talking, but smiling at the others reactions.
"Were I came from," he said. "There were parties were we brought non-alcoholic beers. But those tasted like shit, so we bought colossal amounts of energy drinks and mixed 'em with pops, each other. what ever. You'll get used to it. Oh, God, you guys are gonna die when the buzz goes out the window!"
It was like a grand party, everyone having fun, not caring about tomorrow.
Then the shot.
Rolf POV
The glass of a bottle of liquids passed Rolf's head as he talked about Nana's back hair. It landed hard and rolled like a pig in mud on a hot day. A n ignited work-rag was inserted into the bottle. It rolled to a stop, not shattering. Rolf picked it up and examined it with the eye of a Son of a Shepard.
It was then one of the Ed Boys yelled and Jason grabbed it from Rolf and threw it out the window. While gazing out to see what was going on, Rolf saw its flame expand with the sound of broken glass.
Another flame started on the ground and Rolf saw it came at him. Next to him, Jason pulled a handgun (which is actually what they are called, not explosive sticks) and shot at it. It exploded in mid-air, lighting the scene below us for a moment.
Go-Go Nazz Girl was below, along with the Nasty Ninny Kanker Sisters. They had torch sticks in their hands and were lighting them and tossing them at us.
Kevin joined Rolf and Jason at the window and slid the bolt of his rifle shut. The Ed boys joined us and they all attacked below at once. A thick smoke clouded the early morning sun and Rolf waved his hand and blew as to get the smoke out of his face. It finally cleared and Rolf saw that the girls were no longer below them.
Then Rolf fell back as an airborne metal stone hit his shoulder, twisting him in hard and cruel circles. He stood and felt another go through his heart. He was flung across the room and it began to fade as though someone was extinguishing the flame of the lantern.
Johnny the Wood Boy ran to Rolf, holding Plank in one hand and a revolver in the other.
"Rolf, are you OK?"
And Rolf knew his time was gone when he heard Plank the 2x4 talk to him; 'Rolf…how do you want to be put to rest?"
And Rolf answered "Burn to ashes and spread across his homeland in-"
And Rolf could no longer speak or listen or feel or see. He could only do nothing.
Jimmy POV
With the others shooting guns at Nazz and the Kankers, I hid the corner of the room, opposite of were they fired.
A pause in the firing made my heart fill with hope, then it shattered as I watched Rolf fly into the wall of the room. He was flying when he hit, but his feet caught his weight, but gave as they weakened. As he slowly slid down the wall, he left a blood mark that made me sick. He was breathing funny and let go of his gun; it clattered to the floor made me as heart broken as ever.
Johnny came over and began to yell in a panicky voice. I knew that his life was gone and he would go to heaven, just like Sarah. But I wanted Sarah back to earth and I wanted Rolf to stay here.
He died as I approached him. He was limp and pale all over, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his chest wound bleeding badder than I ever did.
He then jolted up and grabbed my shoulder. I wanted to fall backwards so the dead Rolf wouldn't touch me, but something in his eyes made me less afraid. It was desperation to say whatever his troubled soul was wanting to say.
'Jimmy the Soft One," he said. "Avenge the death of a Son of a Shepard."
And he fell back.
I cried into my hands, the gun in my hand pressing into my braces.
Then I stood and shot out the window with a black heart; Nazz would pay…Nazz would pay…
A/N: This is my second Ed, Edd, and Eddy story ever and the first sucked. I hope this one didn't. I am going to delete the first because it was poorly written and rewrite it after I am done with this story. I also want to say that say that I love the cartoon and I hope this chapter gets at least seven reviews before I post the next…thank you all for reading. NOW REVIEW…or not. BUT IT"S BETTER TO REVIEW…but you don't have to. BUT I LIKE REVEIWS…not that you'll actually care…OR YOU MIGHT! HA!