Eddsworld FanFic
Chapter 1
The thunderstorm was fierce and merciless, the rain pouring down so heavily it was as if people were just dumping buckets of water on their heads. The wind howled like a thousand wolves calling to the moon. Perhaps when wolves howl to the moon, they are actually howling to their late pack mates, who's spirits drift around in the stars.
Four men walked briskly down the slippery pavement. Two had their hair drooping over their faces, the rain plastering it to their foreheads. The other two had hoods up, and the hoods were soaking wet.
"Go away rain! Nobody likes you!" yelled a sopping wet, shivering boy. His hair was ginger and his jaw was formidable and he wore a purple hoodie and a green overcoat.
"Look, we're nearly home," said another boy. He was a brunette, soaked to the bone and shivering, despite the warm green hoodie.
"Yeah we know," grunted the third boy. He was also brunette but was wearing a dark blu hoodie and checkered Vans. His eyes were black, fully black, and the very pits of Hell could be seen in them.
The fourth boy was silent. He wore a scarlet hoodie, holding the hood over his intricately styled hair. He wore dark grey jeans and black Converse.
A clap of thunder caused all of the boys to quicken their pace. The storm was getting stronge by the second, the freezing wind howling louder and louder. Lightnig flashed, lighting up parts of the boys that they would rather stay secret. The ill, worn look on the greenclad boy's face. The black eye and clenched fists of the ginger-haired boy. The patches of skin that looked lie they were scaly and tinted purple on the boy with black and white checkerboard Vans. And the burns and scars of the fourth boy wearing a red hoodie.
Hurry up, Matt!" the boy in blue said impatiently. Matt, the boy with ginger hair and a purple hoodie, apologised briefly and tried to walk faster. The brunette in a green hoodie, his name was Edd, and he pulled a key out of his pocket as they approached their house.
"Quickly, get inside. Take off your hoodies and put them on the radiator to dry," Edd commanded. The boys did as they were told, slipping off their trainers and pulling off their hoodies. Matt took off his fern green overcoat too.
"I'll be in my room," sighed the third boy, trudging up the stairs towards his room. The third boy had the bottomless black eyes and sopping wet hair. His name was Tom.
Tom slammed the oak door to his room shut after snatching a towel from the bathroom. He dried hs air as best as he could, then rubbed tons of hair gel into it to make it spiky again. Spiky hair was his style.
The fourth boy in the worn red hoodie was called Tord. He was Norwegian and had also hurried to his room, but not to sort out his hair. The brunette puled out his phone and checked his messages. No, there weren't any important ones. Nevermind.
Edd went and got himself a Cola from the fridge. Matt switched on the TV, and was annoyed when he found it switched on a Norwegian show. Tord, again.
Matt changed the channel. Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom - Top Gear - BBC News - Peppa Pig - no wait...
Matt turned the channel back to BBC News.
"Hey, Edd you better see this!"
Chapter 2
The next morning, the sun was back. Although it was still cold, at least there weren't too many clouds. It was April, and still felt like winter.
"Tom! Are you having breakfast or not?!" Edd called from the kitchen. He was about to put te cereal away and it would be inconvenient and annoying if he had to get it out again - since it was stuffed right at the back behind a pack of Cokes.
"Coming!" Tom yelled. Edd heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Tom appeared in the doorway, lookin messy and tired. He probaby hadn't slept well - neither had Edd. Or Tord, by the looks of it.
"Here's the cereal, milk is in the fridge," Edd said, handing Tom the box of Shredded Wheat and walking out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, there was a commotion from upstairs.
"Edd! Tom! Tord! Help - there's an emergency!" Matt's voice called, sounding desperate.
"I've got it," sighed Tom as he got up from the table and hurred to Matt's room, leaving his cereal untouched. Tord stared at his seat for a second before snapping to his senses and switching on the televsion.
Immediately, a stern-looking woman's face filled the screen.
"There has been a train crash near Brighton Station. Apparently the train got out of control and went too fast over a thin bridge, then tumbled over the side. Police are looking into the matter. No casualties but the passengers were severely injured and are now staying in Royal Sussex County Hospital. The injured passengers are..."
Tord tuned out a little for the long list of names until suddeny he heard two familiar names.
"Paul Ter Voorde and Patryck Wilson…"
Tord fainted in shock.
"Tord! Wake up!" Tom slapped the Norwegian's cheek hard.
Tord opened hs eyes, confused for a second, then suddenly everything came flooding back to him. The train crash, his parents… Tord was overcome with fear and began hyperventilating. His eyes widened in panic and his pulse quickened.
"Hey. What's the matter?" Tom asked.
"We have to go to Brighton!" Tord shouted, shooting into an upright position. Immediately he felt dizzy an light-headed.
"Whoa, easy. Why?" Tom rested a hand on Tords shoulder reassuringly.
"My parents - the news - Royal Sussex County Hospital -" Tord stuttered. He quickly told Tom about the news and the train crash.
Tom knew this was serious. "Call them. I'll get your hoodie and call Edd and Matt - they've gone to the supermarket," he said.
"Ok," Tord reached for his phone and quickly dialled Pat's number.
No answer. The voice message played immediately.
Tord swore in Norwegian and called Pau. Again, no answer.
Tom came back into the living room, Tord's iconic and now dry hoodie in one hand and his phon in the other.
"They'll be back in five minutes, then we'll leave. Gather your stuff - if you can stand," Tom told Tord. He muttered something under his breath and went to start the car.
Meanwhile, Edd and Matt had payed for the food at Tesco's and were now running home. Edd was pale and out of breath and Matt was gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. They both had to take a break halfway back.
Edd wasn't unfit. Running a kilometer shouldn't have been hard for him.
But due to his condition, it was.
Edd was on the verge of having to give up his freedom. He was close to needing to go into a hospital and have tubes stuck into him and have to be confined in a sterile white room.
Because Edd had cancer.
He didn't want to tell his friends. He could never find the right time, and anyway, it would do nothing but worry them. Plus, they'd probably just take him to a hospital as soon as he mentioned it.
Bu then again, that was where they were going.
Chapter 3
The car journey was long and stressful. Edd drove but occasionally spots would dance across his vision and th lights would dim for a second. Luckily, it hadn't caused a problem so far.
Tord was drumming his fingers agaist the window, groaning and swearing every time Matt needed a toilet break or wanted to stop and get a snack. Tom watched his friend nervously. He looked worried sick.
When they finally got to the hospital, Tord actually looked like he was going to throw up. Tom helped him get out of the car, then dodged as Tord vomited all over the concrete.
Matt supported the trembling Norwegian and they ran towards the hospital. Before going in, Tom took a big swig of his flask of beer, and shoved the doors open.
Chapter 4
The kind, blue-eyed nurse led Tord and his friends towards the ward that his parents were in. The corridors were long and plain, and smelled strongly of cleaning products.
When they reached the right door, the nurse told Tord that the patients looked worse than they were, and that they weren't even close to dying. Then she gulped and pushed open the door.
Tom wasn't really sure what to expect. He'd sort of imagined broken bones and bruises.