Hey, bet you did not expect me to actually write something new did you? Well, this story pretty much just reared itself when I read the Ed Edd n Eddy fic called "Forfeit". While I did not hate that story, I actually thought it was alright, I did find myself wondering what would have happened if things went different for the Eds. In other words, this is a "What If?" story spin off…thing. Hope you enjoy!

I changed some of the dialogue and some of the situations, because my story could not exist otherwise!

Update Note: Changed a few more things.

Chapter One:

The Blue Light of Mercy

"Sun's up, I hit the floor. Shoes tied, I'm out the door
Is this a clean shirt? I think it was one yesterday."

To Edward Marion Dee, the blue mobile home that lay before him might as well have been the entrance to the eleventh circle of Hades. This feeling that coursed through his entire being was a very familiar feeling indeed. The instant drying of his throat, the shaking of his knees and the rapid beating of his heart was the accepted response whenever he was within a fifty mile radius of the Kanker sisters. This familiar fear was pretty much instinct for him and his two friends, having been pursued by the trio of merciless predators for the past several years of their lives. But never had this fear been more pronounced than it was now as he stared at the ragged screen door to the dragon's lair, the lights inside signaling that the three of them had yet to slumber.

He was not here by choice of course. He and his friends had been volunteered, forced would be a more accurate description, by the local jock and bully of the neighborhood named Kevin. The boy had confronted the three of them in the local grocery store and, after clearing up a misunderstanding, he then demanded that they go with him to retrieve his vehicle. Of course, it had been stolen by none other than the desperados of Peach Creek: The Kanker Sisters. Just their luck, as Eddy would say.

"Why, oh why did we not go to the comic store?" He whispered to himself, his voice trembling more than his knees at the moment.

With a small gasp, he covered his mouth and looked around, trying his best to see anything in the suffocating darkness. The only sounds he could hear at the moment were the chirping of crickets, the laughter of the goblins in their cave, and his friends rummaging elsewhere around the trailer. Then, his eyes lay upon the prized horde of the year for the creatures. He could just barely make out the shape of it, but the blur his eyes tried to piece together in the darkness somewhat resembled a motorcycle. He was slightly puzzled by the fact that it was setting out in the open with no security devices, locks or even some rope to keep it tied to the trailer. Then, common sense hit him like a truck.

"Only a fool would dare try to steal something from the Kankers, I suppose." Edd said with an air of self awareness in his voice. With his eyes on the prize, the sock headed boy tiptoed towards the blur and, as he got closer, he was relieved to see that it was indeed the motorcycle he and his friends had walked into the proverbial Hell for. He looked it over for a moment, his eyes finally starting to get used to the darkness and made a grab for the handlebars, his conscience silently berating him for daring to take part in two counts of thievery this day.

"Need any help with that?" He heard a voice ask from the darkness. After wiping some sweat from his forehead, he nodded and looked over his progress.

"Yes please, do you mind?" He asked the air casually. Then his brain began to finally process the voice. The printer of his mind was just now painting the picture for whom the voice belonged to, and when the employees in his brain cells saw the picture it produced, they all screamed. A halfway used cigarette flew passed his head, barely missing his right ear as he felt another set of hands cover his own.

"Not at all, muffin." He slowly rotated his head to the left, seeing a blob of blue meet his face. That blob then turned to meet his gaze, revealing a familiar face whose right eye was covered by her long blue bangs. Just as he was about to scream, she covered his mouth and smirked, motioning for him to be quiet.

"Naughty, naughty Double D. Don't you know stealing is wrong?" She asked, giggling softly as she uncovered his mouth, using her finger to trail down his face. This made Edd's skin crawl and his spine freeze in fear. His throat was tight and begging him to scream, but he kept silent. Both from the fact that his voice would not work at the moment, and the fear of what would happen if he did, being harassed by one Kanker was twenty times better than by all three at once. He just hoped that his two friends would not come across the scene, for they would probably scream for him, thus dragging them into the dragon's drooling maw.

"Bet you did not expect to see me out here, did you pumpkin?" He simply shook his head slowly, his eyes squeezing shut in fear. She giggled again, the sound that might as well had been a tiger's roar. "Truth be told, I was expecting old jock strap to come around and try to take back his rusty hunk of junk." She tickled his chin with her finger "But I'm glad you decided to stop by and see me." She whispered hotly into his ear, causing his hands to start shaking. He finally managed to speak in spite of his fear.

"Please…please just let me take the motorcycle." He pleaded, shaking in his shoes. The blue haired girl looked him over and circled around him, sizing up her prey he imagined. She was now directly in front of him with her hand on her chin in mocking thought.

"Hmm…I don't know. My sisters might get pretty pissed at me." He gulped again, working his brain to the limit in order to think of any way he could bargain with the girl. All of the options that came to mind would make her happy, but did not bode well for him. All he had to do was hope her reasoning won over her desires and, this being Marie Kanker, it seemed about as likely as Ed not hugging a chicken or Eddy not picking up a stray twenty dollar bill.

"How about you do something for me, then I might consider it." She smirked, letting her yellow teeth show.

She walked closer toward him, making him back up until his back was against the outside of the trailer. She rested both of her hands on his shoulders, rubbing his arms slowly and peeling his sleeves upward, revealing his bare, scrawny arms. His breathing turned into frantic gasp as he felt her hands touch his exposed skin and what little remained of his desire to stay silent was eroding quickly. She leaned in and began to kiss on his neck, moving slowly upward toward his trembling lips and, on instinct, the beanie wearing boy felt the tears beginning to roll down his face.

Marie was inches away from the helpless teen's lips and, feeling assertive of her dominance, she began to guide her left hand down his chest. It was time for her plan to commence. Just before she got to his beltline, however, she felt something wet touch her face. She opened her eyes and leaned back to look at his face, seeing an endless flow of tears streaming down his pale face.

"Why the hell are you crying?" Joining her in her confusion, Double D opened his eyes as well and cowered in fear. Showing a sign of weakness around the Kankers was usually a terrible idea, as they would take that as sign of encouragement, rather than a deterrent, then they would laugh as they had their way with their helpless victim. However, for some reason, Marie did not do this. At least, not immediately, she could just be waiting for his guard to go down even lower than it already was. Then he would at her mercy. Just like always.

"I-isn't it obvious?" He managed to choke out, still using his arms to shield his face. "I…I'm scared!" He whimpered as his knees rattled and almost buckled under his weight. The opportunity was right in front of her, she had driven him to his lowest point tonight and he awaited her to pounce and finish him off. Yet, it never came. His eyes managed to pry themselves open and he was both surprised, and scared out of his wits, that she was no longer in front of him.

He began to bolt his head around in every direction, eventually landing to the right and seen Marie standing next to him, leaning against the trailer with her arms crossed as she pulled out another cigarette. He scooted away a bit, causing the Kanker to look at him with apathy and turn her head away, taking a long draw on her cigarette.

"You fucking hate us, don't you Double D?"

That question seemed to come out of the farthest left field in the world. No, the entire galaxy could not have held the left field that came out of. The fact that she even had to ask was baffling to him. Had she been blinded for years and only now was she actually seeing how much torture she put them through? His mind went to the numerous times the Kankers had messed with him and his friends. It went to the times they had forced them into rather embarrassing situations and he could count on one hand how many times they did not forcefully kiss them. "Of course we hate you! You have done nothing but make our lives even more miserable!" is what his mind was begging him to say. However, his heart told him to recall what he had told Ed earlier that day. Something he knew in his heart was true of everyone who hated them. At least, he sincerely hoped it was.

"Some people have a strange way of showing love."

The silence remained steadfast as the timid genius tried to form a single syllable, which always proved difficult when in the presence of what might as well had been the devil.

"N-n-n-not necessarily, I j-just think that you all have a…rather forceful way with showing us how much you like us." His words were met with a snicker from Marie, who blew smoke out of her mouth and nose.

"Spare me the sympathetic shit Double D; I am a big girl now." She looked down at the bike and back to the sock headed boy, who recoiled slightly at her glance. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll beat it out of you."

"B-but it is the t-truth! I swear!" He said a bit louder, causing him to cover his mouth in terror. She sighed, took another long draw from her cigarette and put it out, walking toward the set of steps that led into the lair of the beast.

"Whatever. Just take the fucking thing. I'll tell them I got bored and scrapped it already." Edd was stunned by these words and, for some reason, reached his arms out to keep her from leaving. After being berated by his mind, his heart was worried that she might get into trouble with her siblings. He wanted to say something else, but he could only squeak out two words as she was about to open the door.

"Thank you." Marie paused for a moment, looked at him and seen the gratitude in his eyes. She rolled her own eyes and waved him off.

"Just get out of here before I change my mind." She opened the door and went inside, leaving the Ed boy alone in the darkness, with only the crickets giving the area around him volume.

He collapsed onto his knees, taking more than a few deep breathes as his life finally stopped flashing before his eyes. He looked up at the light filled window, still hearing the three sisters laughing and thumping around. His mind was still doing its best to comprehend what had happened. A Kanker, Marie Kanker, had shown him mercy. After four years of torture and humiliation, he had been shown mercy from one of his most notorious tormenters. It seemed like…

"Oh right, the bike!" He got up on shaky knees and walked toward the vehicle, grabbing hold of the handlebars and did his best to guide it along without making any noise. Just as he passed the side of the trailer, Eddy and Ed went to meet him, looking at him in surprise.

"Whoa, you found it!" Ed said, flashing his familiar toothy grin as he looked over the motorcycle with glee. "Can I ride it?" Eddy shushed him.

"As much as I would love to see you crash this piece of shit, we need to get it back to shovel chin so he can get off our backs." Double D nodded and let Ed help him lead the delinquent vehicle through the very dark trailer park, his brain still trying to wrap around what the heck just happened. He simply smiled as his head whirled around to look back at the trailer, a gesture that was almost physically painful to perform.

The entrance to the forest finally came into view after a painful few minutes of silent walking. Sneaking into enemy lines is hard enough, but sneaking back out was downright stressful and boring in comparison, at least to Eddy, who was on the verge of a heart attack each time he heard leaves rustle. Standing at said entrance was a familiar bully, he wore a grey hoodie that showed off his muscles, a pair of black shorts and upon his head was a red hat with a black rim. The jock to end all jocks: Kevin. Upon their arrival into his frame of sight, he looked positively stunned.

"What took you dorks so damn long? Did you make out with them first or somethin'?" Eddy rolled his eyes and wanted so badly to punch him in the face.

"Will you just shut up and take your fucking bike back?" he said as Ed and Double D pushed it toward the muscular teen. His eyes brightened as soon as his hands touched the leather seat.

"Oh thank goodness those crazy sluts didn't mess you up, baby." Kevin whispered to the bike, causing Eddy to snicker and stifle a laugh. Kevin looked up and cleared his throat, staring blankly at the Eds, seemingly waiting for something.

"Well, let me hear it." They stared at him with an equal amount of blankness.

"Hear what? Let's get the hell out of here before those crazy bitches find out what we did!" Eddy said, panic seeping into his voice. Kevin looked at him surprised, yet annoyed.

"Aren't you dweebs gonna beg me for cash? Like you dorks always do?" Eddy then looked back at the trailer park in terror. He hated to admit it; no he really hated to admit it, but getting out of here with all of the skin on his body was more important than money at the moment.

"No! Now let's get out of here!" Eddy said, the panic now more pronounced in his scratchy voice. The look on Kevin's face was still one of confusion, but he then put on a mask of anger. A very familiar and comfortable mask indeed.

"You dorks better be lucky I am in a good mood." He turned around and began pushing his bike along the forest trail, making sure to tell the Ed's to cover up his bike tracks as they went. After a long, quiet walk back to the Cul-de-Sac, they arrived across the street from Double D's house and let the fact that they got away scot free from the Kankers wash over their entire being.

"Hey uh…I was actually betting on those crazy hicks catching you guys. Seeing as how you dorks usually screw everything up, but…" Before Eddy could say anything in retort, Kevin scratched the back of his head and looked away from the trio. "So…you know…thanks for the help." What started out as a smirk slowly turned into a face tearing smile as Eddy let every manipulative plan he could think of at the moment take over his past fear of death. He opened his mouth to gloat, but found his pie hole covered by a hand.

"You are very welcome Kevin." Edd said, shooting a small glare to his con artist friend. Without another word, Kevin scratched the back of his head again and began to walk away with his bike in tow, hoping and praying that his folks were not home yet to catch him. He felt his bike jerk a little to the left, causing him to turn to face the source, seeing a smiling Double D holding onto the leather seat.

"May we help you, Kevin?" the athletic boy scoffed and pulled his precious baby away from the scrawny boys grasp.

"Don't push your luck, dorky." Kevin went into the night, rounding the bend that led to his house. The three Ed's stood there in silence, letting the fact that reality seemed to be out on lunch break take over their thoughts. Well, except Ed, he was thinking of more important things, like chickens. Kevin, the jock, the bully, the show off, had just thanked them.

"Well, that sure went well wouldn't you say?" Double D said, laughing a little bit as he looked at his friends. Eddy kept his eyes fixated on the horizon before he suddenly came back to life with roaring laughter, keeling over onto the sidewalk. Ed laughed along, not really needing a reason to.

"I bet that jerk sure regrets all the shit he said about us now huh?" He then protruded his chin out and styled his three hairs like Kevin's hat "So uh… you know, thanks for the help." He said in a mocking tone. He burst out laughing again, leading Ed to take him and Edd into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of them.

"Ed is happy once again!" He said and guffawed. Double D managed to worm his way out of his large friends grip, taking a look at his wristwatch and sighed in relief.

"Oh thank goodness, it is just ten after eight." He turned around to face his two friends "Would you two like to come in for some dinner?" Ed was about to scream yes, but remembered the orange haired demon that would punish him if he came home late again.

"Sorry Double D, Sarah will get mad at me if I am not home by…uhh…what time is it again?" he asked. Double D looked down at his watch again.

"It's 8:10, Ed." Ed's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and he immediately ran off, faster than Edd or Eddy thought he could. This left the middle man and the leader of the trio alone on the sidewalk.

"Would you like to come in Eddy?" Eddy shook his head.

"Sorry Sockhead, but I got a date tonight before I head to bed." Double D raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

"Let me guess…" Eddy raised his hands and snickered to himself, laughing at the fact that Edd had caught on in the first place.

"You know it!" Eddy laughed and walked across the street to his house, leaving Double D alone again. With a sigh, he walked toward his front door and reached into his pocket, discovering that his key was gone. His face went pale as he imagined that he had left it at the trailer park. However, before he could start panicking, his memory kicked in and he faintly remembered it being on his dresser.

With a heavy sigh, he went around the back and used the key under the mat, thanking the heavens that he had thought ahead. Heading in, he went around to the front door and saw what usually awaited him when he got home: a bulletin board filled with sticky notes from his parents. Thankfully though, they had only left a few small ones detailing some before dinner task. As he cleaned the kitchen for dinner, his thoughts trailed back to that moment with Marie. What had happened there? Did she grow a conscience out of thin air? Or was this simply the product of him and his friend's obvious reluctance finally getting to them? No matter how hard he thought about it, the situation made no sense to him. Whatever it had been, it had saved him from being…violated…by her.

However, with confusion came the urge to uncover. His mind dug through every inch of his databanks, trying to uncover the ever avoidant answer to his riddle. He dug through every memory he had of her, every piece of dialogue she had spoken and her body language every time he had encountered her. Suffice to say, nothing added up even a little bit. However, while his current equation remained unsolved, another one caught his eye. A problem that rested on a chalkboard covered in past problems and x'd out solutions beneath it. It aroused his attention and, upon examining what had happened earlier, he had an epiphany.

The loud clatter of the mop hitting the floor snapped him out of his trance, a look of realization covering his features as his mind continued to run at a thousand miles an hour.

"By Jove...I've got it!"

He quickly finished up his small chores, set up the table and headed up to his room, only stopping for a short bathroom break. After flicking on his bedroom light, he made his way to his study desk and quickly pulled an empty notebook from his desk drawer.

Taking a permanent marker, he wrote something in big bold letters on the cover. He held up the notebook and read the title to himself multiple times. With the title implanting itself and taking command of all of his brains operations, he flung the cover open, donned a handy dandy pen and slashed words onto the page. It started slow, but after correcting a few early mistakes, he found the words flowing from his pen faster than ever before. His heartbeat increased and sweat fell from his forehead as he applied more pleasure on the page, his mind thinking ten words ahead before his finished even one. After five minutes of continuous writing, he stopped, grasping his somewhat sore wrist and tried to regain his lost breath. With a smile, he held up the notebook and said the title once again as a whisper, his words shaky with excitement.

"My Solutions"