Hey everyone its WW1 here bring ya another story

Zak: Finally you right something worth not barfing over

WW1: Hey! At least I spend my time doing something productive, all you do is sit around, scratch your ass and read paranormal teen romance!

Zak: (Growling) Shut Up!

WW1: Whatever just do the Disclaimer

Zak: WW1 does not own Ed, Edd, n Eddy, only Jay, JJ me, the Renegades, the Terrors and any other OCs that pop up in here.

WW1: Good boy! (Throws Zak a hard cover book)

Zak: (Catches it and walks off)

Prologue

Ed jerked awake from his deep slumber. He quickly sat up, letting the blankets fall from his upper torso. He held his breath as he listened to the outside noise. He gave a quiet yelp and a small jump as the sound of guns shots filled the air. Another gunfight and from the sound of the shots, it was close enough to hear but far enough so the fight wouldn't enter the cul-de-sac.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Ed stood slowly, giving a long yawn as he made his way out of his room. He made his way up the tall stairs with snail like speed. Stepping into the living room he glanced at the stairs leading to the second above ground level. No lights, his parents and sister must still be sleeping. At first, when shots were fired in the middle of the night, they'd all be up, holding each other, whispering comforting messages to each other. But after months of the same routine, they had gotten used to it.

Not Ed though, it was too alien to him, too unnatural. The rest of his family was confused by his ways, but they never thought to look through the teenagers eyes for a moment. His parents only moved to Peach Creek when his mother was pregnant with Ed, Sarah hadn't spent enough time in the cul-de-sac as a child, but Ed was different. He was born in Peach Creek, took his first steps; watch his first horror movie, and tasted gravy for the first time in Peach Creek. He was raised in peach creek, it was his true home and he couldn't stand to see it be torn down in front of his own eyes.

Ed entered his kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before he sat down at the kitchen table sipping his water another gunshot rang in his ears. Gripping the table tightly, he breathed deeply, the sound of guns was starting to wane; someone must've called the cops. Turning his head towards the window, he saw the moon slowly starting to sink into the night sky. Glancing at the clock, he read the time.

"3:15." He huffed as he gulped down the rest of his water. Looks, like he only had a few more hours of sleep, before he'd have to encounter hell, or school as most people called it. With another sigh, he stood and threw out his empty bottle and headed towards his room.

Unbeknownst to the youth, two men sat at the edge of the cul-de-sac, looking over entire neighborhood.

"Your right Talon, if we take over this dump, we'll have drive those damn Terrors outta Peach in less than a month." The first man chuckled deeply.

"Now the brats get outta school at 4:30, we just wait for em to come home and kill two birds with one stone." The second man, Talon, replied.

"Tell em' ta suit up." The first man said back.

"Yes, Rowland." Talon replied before walking off.

WW1: There done.

Zak: It sucked

WW1: Shut up and go find someone else to be a dick too.

Zak: (Growls and walks off before we hear screaming and more of Zak growling)

WW1: Thanks for reading guys, now do me a solid and hit that pretty little review button. And no flames please or I'll set that on you.

Zak: (Walks back in with blood on his muzzle and claws.) We're out of steak. (Burp) I had to get some more.

WW1: See ya