Hello Everyone. I am Valkyrie, your friendly writer of random stories. I have other accounts on here that I will likely delete and move all stories to this account at some later point, but for now this is it.

Let me explain this story quickly.

I was reading something for one of my college classes when the Ed Edd & Eddy movie came on. Of course that sparked an idea in my head and...well...here we are! It's not the best, and it's only one chapter but I hope you all find it at least somewhat interesting. Please feel free to comment/review! I'm always around to read them and I normally personally respond.

Also, I choose to make Double D blonde. I read somewhere that the creators of this show said he was blonde, so I'm going with it! I think it makes him more...idk, secretly cute under his nerdiness. You guys might not agree but who cares, my story :p

I own only my words, wording, and my characters. I do not own the cast of Ed Edd & Eddy.

Chapter I: Double's Trouble

It was late by the time the rain started, but he was too far away from anything that could be called shelter for it to matter. A young man was walking down a cracked, unused sidewalk without a notice as his hair glistened with a wet sheen, clinging to his pale face. He was thin, with short wisps of blonde hair peeking out of his black ski cap, which seemed too small to fit whatever was stuffed inside-likely more of his hair that he didn't want seen- and he appeared to be rather frail as his legs shook with each step, exhaustion clear in his ragged breath. It was cold by now, his breathing making small puffs of air appear before his face but, his eyes closed as he walked, he didn't seem to notice them. Anyone who knew this young man would have been astounded by his behavior. For one, he was alone. Secondly, he wasn't complaining about how unorganized and dangerous the terrain upon which he walked was. Lastly, he was silent to the rain, silent to the fact he could become ill. It would have been clear something was wrong. Unfortunately no one was there to see what that something was.

As the clouds pulled in, darkening the sky beyond night's curtain, the street lamps around him flickered with a want of life, some of them not even turning on. This was a section of town that seemed to be forgotten, just like he was. Then again, as far as he was concerned, he was never thought of. Who could forget someone that was constantly ignored and used? The thought caused a sharp sigh to escape his lips, showing a gap between his teeth that seemed to have grown smaller since his childhood days. Braces never did much for him but at least they helped a little. Then again, they just gave more people a chance to rag on him than ever, that's why he got them removed early. His parents had forced the braces on him but he raised enough money, by tutoring of course, to pay for their removal. It hurt, but it was better to have the gape than to go through those painful days, weeks, months, constant moments of social torture. All of these thoughts made him stop walking and tilt his head up, glancing at the rain falling down in a torrent.

Each drop of water from the sky mingled with the tears falling from his eyes. Social torture was nothing compared to loosing the only people he cared about. He stood up for them. He did everything he could for them. Yet here he was, abandoned and alone. He didn't know where he was, what time it was, or how he was going to get home and quite frankly he didn't care. High school would be over in a week, he had been accepted into every college he applied to, and he could leave. All he had to do was survive another week and then he could leave. But he didn't want to get on that stage, to smile for all those who tortured him and talk about how grateful he was for his high school experience. It was ten times, if not a hundred times, worse than anything from elementary school or middle school. It was disturbing how barbaric these people were. Yet the principle asked him personally to do, and he could never deny a request from anyone, especially not an adult. After all, his parents had trained him to never disobey. That's it! It was their fault! They made him the wimpy kid everyone got to use and ditch! It was all because of them!

Sighing again, he shook his head and pushed the water off his brow, being careful not to push off his hat. Of course it wasn't their fault. He was just letting his emotions get the best of him. He vowed that in the morning he would make his Mother and Father a wonderful breakfast as a silent apology for such a thought. Then again, he always did anyway. Now the only problem was finding out where he was. Looking around, he thought about going back the way he came, that would be a logical choice after all, but he was sure they were there, waiting either in a car or building waiting for him to come crawling back like always. He'd just have to go forward. So what if he was tired, so what if he wanted to just go back to his normal life even if that meant he'd be used some more. He knew he had to go forward so he could not only get home, but learn more. Thinking always lead to learning and he hoped he'd learn a lesson from this.

With slow, tired steps, the young man continued his trudge forward. After a while the scenery changed and he began thinking he'd run into the Kankers. Unfortunately they were gone. He probably wouldn't mind them right about now, especially not Marie. She was one of the few people who stood up for him and didn't push him around; at least she ended up being one of them. Sure as kids she pushed around but something changed back in Middle School. The two ended up being really good friends and he even started to trust her. When the others were abused by her sisters he just sat back and laughed at the irony with Marie. Then they moved away, probably running from the law. He heard from Marie in letters every now and then, but it wasn't the same. Now he had no escape, and no shield.

Crumbling buildings began to appear on either side of the road but the sidewalk remained a crumbled mess like smashed cookies. Cookies. Man he was tired. He tried to think of when he last ate and figured it was probably breakfast, since Ed and Eddy forced him to skip lunch today for one of their plans, well one of Eddy's plans.

~*~*~Earlier That Day~*~*~

"Double-D hurry up!" Eddy screamed as he pushed back his bluish black hair and peeked over the fence that surrounded the school.

"Oh, I'm coming I'm coming!" he said with a huff as he ran as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at all.

"Allioop!" Ed said as he rushed over and picked Double-D up, laughing in his loud, boorish way. Double-D, on the other hand, clung to his him with a nervous blush on his face.

"Ed put me down this instant!"

"Aw but Double DDDDD!" he said as he dropped Edd, who fell on his back with a loud thud. He didn't even have a chance to express his pain when Eddy rushed over and pulled him up by the collar, choking him slightly, and pulled him to the fence.

"Alright you bozos, listen up. We've got prime opportunity here! The freshmeat is getting ready to visit from the twerp school and Kev and I have this plan running. We need a few items though, that's where you come in sockhead!"

"But-"

"And—yo Big Ed pay attention man! You are gonna introduce the freshmeat to the school, entertain them while we set up the works. Sarah and Jimmy are going to be giving tours so just linger with them."

"Eddy,"

"Got that Big Ed?"

"Yep Eddy!"

"Eddy."

"Good! Alright so it's easy, we just need some of your brains, sockhead!" Although he had been ignored, Double-D, also known as Edd, Eddward, and sockhead, among other things, just sighed and nodded.

"What do you need…" Eddy grinned and started ranting about everything they needed for the scam. Man he was so sure they were going to rob the little newbies blind.

~*~*~A little While Later~*~*~

After school Eddy and Ed were talking as they walked toward Eddy's car. Eddy was grinning as he wiggled a bag full of change and rolls of dollar bills taken from the day's visitors. By the time the kids realized all they bought were painted marbles and flimsy string the Eds would be gone. Eddy got in the back seat, Ed sliding in next to him, and he leaned out his window screaming into the parking lot.

"Hurry up Sockhead! I wanna get home!" Edd, at the moment, was a few feet away. Do to being the slowest he had a hard time keeping up with the others and just had to apologize repeatedly when he finally got into the car. He put the key in the ignition and backed up before slowly starting for the street. "Hurry up already."

"I can't exceed the speed limit, Eddy," he replied quietly.

"Whatever. Hey go by the theater, Kev and Nazz want to see who got the bigger cut."

"Alright."

"BUTTERED TOAST?" Ed leaned forward and yelled into Double-D's ear, making him jump slightly. The car swerved and Edd didn't have a chance to yell at Ed because Eddy was already howling at him. That's how the ride to the theater, which was down town, was the entire time. Once he found a parking spot they all got out of the car and met up with Kevin, Nazz, Sarah, and Jimmy. While most of them talked about the scam, Double-D just leaned against a wall doing calculations on his calculator. It was horrible what they did to the children. They would just get to their senior year and do the same thing.

"Yo, Double-Dork." Kevin said with a grin as he motioned for Eddward to come over. Sighing, knowing this wouldn't be good, Double-D did as told. Even though the trio was accepted more after the incident with Eddy's brother, that acceptance seemed to tare the trio apart and it was Double-D who was left behind.

"Yes, Kevin?"

"I've got some homework to do, wanna help me out man?"

"Certainly, is there anything you don't understand?"

"Oh I understand all of it, I just don't feel like doing shit. You wont mind doing it will you?"

"Oh but-"

"Come on Sockhead, Kev and I have shit to do. Just do his while your doing mine."

"When did I agree to do your homework, Eddy?" It was one of the few times he could ever stand up for himself. Eddy didn't seem impressed. He jumped off the hood of his car, where he had been sitting, and walked up to Double-D. If he looked frail before, it was nothing to how small he seemed when surrounded by someone who not only worked out frequently, but who also had a temper. H was in for it.

"You agreed when I told you. What, don't you want me to pass man?" He grabbed Edd's collar and shook him violently. He moved like a flailing piece of paper.

"I-I do but-but it would be d-d-dishonest!"

"I don't give a fuck. Now go do what your kept around for." He pushed Double-D, forcing him to fall against the wall of the theater and hit his head. His hat slipped back, a few strands of his blonde hair falling in front of his now watery eyes. He held his hat, pulling it back down on his head but not fixing the already fallen strands.

"No, I will not do your homework! You all are ingreatful!"

"What was that, Double-Dork? I didn't hear you right did I?"

"Come'on Kev, leave Double-D alone."

"Stay out of this, Nazz." Nazz looked at him, shocked, as she stood back with Sarah and Jimmy, both who looked interested and scared at the same time. Kevin, on the other hand, was with Eddy as they walked up on Double-D. Big Ed was lost in his own little world reading one of his comics. It took a while, and a lot of yelling, but eventually Kevin and Eddy backed off. Of course they didn't do that until Double-D was too weak to even stand on his own. Kevin did most of the damage, but the fact that Eddy helped at all was enough for Double-D to give up on him. When he finally could stand up he ran off, faster than ever had before thanks to his adrenaline, with Kevin yelling behind him; "Yo, you forgot our homework!"

The last thing he heard was Kevin and Eddy laughing as Double-D ran in a direction he was unfamiliar with. He couldn't take the car, it wasn't his, and so he was stuck going on foot.

~*~*~Back to Present~*~*~

Double-D had found himself in a small, over grown park, with a rusty bench just waiting for him. It didn't matter to him that he was likely sick by now, nor that he could get cut or an infection from the rust on the bench. All that matter was the fact that this was a place to sit and rest for a while. It wasn't until he sat down that he realized how tired he was. He eventually laid across the old bench and fell asleep, the rain steadily getting harder and harder as the hours passed. Eventually the tip of his head and the rain beating against his skull combined enough to allow gravity to get his hat to slip off his head, which floated away in a puddle and eventually sunk down a drain. His golden hair, amber with the rainwater soaking it, was long and slightly wavy. It gave him a very regal look as it fell across his face, neck, and lingered behind his head. It wasn't long enough to touch the mud, but it was clear if he had been standing it would have been past his shoulders at least. It was one of those things he hid, but didn't get rid of. He kind of liked his hair; it was just hidden because his friends always made fun of it when he was little.

While he slept a young woman happened across him. Well, actually, her dog—a large half wolf, half Serbian husky—found him first. She looked down at him from under her black hood, her face completely hidden under her hoodie, before sighing. She reached down, put one arm around him and slung his other arm over her shoulders, and whistled. Her dog, who wasn't on a leash anyway, helped her tug the boy up before it went running back in the direction she came from. She followed it slowly, dragging Double-D with her. She eventually got to an old, crumbling and boarded up house where she tugged him inside. By now she was tired and wet and not at all in a good mood. She dropped him, not all that gently, down on a mattress lying on the first room of the first floor, where the dog quickly went to lay beside him. He was so tired that he didn't wake up when he was dropped and just seemed to fall into a deeper sleep. The girl stared at him for a moment before leaving him there to sleep.