NOTE: I just want to make it clear beforehand that I am not the biggest fan of . I don't get its humor, and I think the season arc format could be written better (season finales 2 & 3 come to mind). The only episodes I'd call classics are "Haunted" and "Birthmark". But, that's why I'm writing fics for this show. I've got ideas, ideas I'd watch. Risk-taking ideas. Ideas, that frankly, seem better than the real thing right now. So, if what I just said turns you off, that's fine. But remember, they're just words.
NOTE II: The events of this fic take place right after Season 4. At least... that's where I'd put it.
"Mysterious Origins"- Prologue
Thursday, 11:05 pm
It all started in an apartment building.
To be more exact, an abandoned apartment building. At least, everyone in the city thought it was abandoned. No one even knew there was still someone living inside it. The occupant, a sixteen-year-old named Ed Erickson, liked it that way. No one knew where he lived, no one could bother him; like his own personal hiding spot. Ed sat on the edge of his makeshift bed; made of lumber and an old mattress, both found at the junkyard. He'd been alone like this for years, making or taking his essentials ever since... they all died.
However, what he was doing on the edge of his bed wasn't made by him. He was loading weapons. He had in his hands a shotgun, loading it up with bullets over and over again, often forgetting that the gun was already full. He also had a few pistols next to him, and he planned to do the same to them.
"Tomorrow. At the end. They're going down tomorrow."
He'd been planning the assault for months. He'd become so obsessed with it that he barely realized he was speaking out loud.
"Five years. Five years I've put up with living in this god-forsaken neighborhood, going to those schools, dealing with the jerks, jocks... enough is enough."
All the memories were slowly, not to say willingly, coming back to him. All the teasing... all the fights... "homeless"... "go run to mommy- oh, wait, you can't! HA HA HA..."... "HA HA HA! HA HA HA!"
HA HA HA.
The laugh echoed throughout his mind. That horrific, awful laughing sound that had haunted him for five years. "Well, now who's going to get the last laugh?
"I'm going to kill all of the delinquients at Quinn High School, and no one is going to stop me!" Sure, it sounded cliched, but it got the message across to no one in particular.
After checking the guns for a full ammo count, he put them in a gym bag beside his "bed", and went to sleep. The ratty blanket, also from the junkyard, barely covered him, but it did its work. After five minutes, he was sound asleep.
But, unbeknowest to him, right outside, on the windowsill, was a fly. Not attracted by light, but by words. A small green fly, out on patrol for the night before going to bed. The green fly on Ed's windowsill sat there for minutes. He had heard every word of Ed's speech.
