(Author's note: This is an Ed, Edd n' Eddy Teen Series spin off story. The original Teen Series that I am building off of is by Easymac120, so you might want to read his series first or check out his character profiles first before reading. This series takes place in the summer following the Eds graduation from high school)
A young teen in a hooded sweatshirt dashes through the rain, high tops falling into puddles with a splash as it's owner pants and glances behind them, silver wisps of hair slipping from inside the hood and dancing in front of widening eyes. The figure was getting closer, the butcher's knife shined from the flashes of light that erupted in the sky, looking almost as if it was lightning itself, ready to pierce through the teen.
"I'M NOT GOING TO DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'M DONE! I'M OUT!" The teen shrieked, tears sliding down pale cheeks. "I JUST WANT TO BE A NORMAL PERSON, OKAY?"
The teen turned back around only to see that a wooden fence blocked the path. The teen turned around slowly, heart racing, throat closing with fear as the figure chuckled at the teen's dilemma.
"No place to run, huh, Beatrice?" the figure mocked.
"It's Emma!" the teen shrieked, tearing her hood off her head, revealing ivory skin and silver hair, her eyes were ice blue and red from crying. "That's the name my mom wanted for me!"
"Oh, shut up." The figure snapped. And with that, the blade sliced into the girl's skull and she screamed in agony before falling to the ground. The figure scoffed and wiped at it's face, "Friggin' kids." Then kicked the girl's limp body and walked away.
"Well, she's Peach Creek's Police Force's problem now."
The girl moaned and shoved her fist into the pocket of her hoodie as her eyes slowly shut.
That morning, Eddward "Double-D" Hart, did what he always did in the morning; got up. Took a Shower. Brushed his teeth. Brushed his hair. Shaved. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. However, today he packed up a bag with sunscreen, his cell phone, some money, a small first aid kit and a towel and instead of his normal polo shirt and shorts, he wore blue swim trunks and a red tank top. He then headed out to meet his best friends, Edwin "Ed" Christensen and Eddy McGee, who were waiting outside his garage.
"Took 'ya long enough, sock head." Eddy commented as Double-D opened the garage door. Eddy wore his swim trunks and a red, flashy Hawaiian shirt that hung on unbuttoned on his short frame, his brown flip-flops.
"This is going to be FUN!" Ed exclaimed happily. Ed wore a white tank top with his green swim trunks. He was bouncing on his toes with excitement.
Today everyone was meeting up at the lake for a day of fun in the sun, and Ed's excitement was definitely contagious.
"Sorry, fellows, I was packing up a bag for our trip." He apologized.
"What do you need to pack a bag for?" Eddy asked, then a mischievous smile crept up his face, "Oh, I get it now." He said, nudging Double-D with his elbow, "Packing a little something special for Marie?" he teased. Double-D's face flushed and he nearly dropped his bag.
"I-I have done no such thing!" he declared, stomping down his driveway and up towards the street, Ed and Eddy followed, teasing him.
Double-D walked around a corner and dropped his bag in shock and let out a shout, "ED! EDDY! CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
Less then ten feet in front of him, was a small albino girl, probably no older then twelve years old with a large butcher's knife sticking out of the top of her head. Her clothes were old, worn, torn and stained with dried blood and mud. Her eyes were closed. Ed and Eddy dashed around the corner, "What the hell…" Eddy began but his eyes widened in horror as he looked at the bloody child before them. Ed turned as pale as the girl leaning on the fence and walked back around the corner to vomit.
"EDDY CALL 911!" Double-D called from beside her, Eddy quickly nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing, while muttering, "Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit!" Double-D carefully put his fingers on her wrist, trying to feel a pulse. Ed glanced back over at the girl, only for his cheeks to puff out and him to return to vomiting.
"Please be alive." Double-D begged the child. "Please, please, please be alive."
He felt a small movement under his thumb, she had a pulse! His heart soared with relief.
"SHE'S ALIVE, GUYS! SHE'S ALIVE!"