Message In A Ed Chapter 4: A White Paper, an ed, edd n eddy fanfic

Message in an Ed

by AmarieC

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Chapter Four

"A White Paper"

Edd moaned as he looked around. He stood on his knees next to Veronica's bed. His hands were bloody, stab wounds and bruises on his arms, legs, chest, and abdomen. He watched the door hearing Eddy screaming and large objects slamming against the hard, wooden floor. His wounds stinged him allover, demanding him of assistance. Edd's hands shook uncontrollably, he looked towards the bed where Veronica was in a scene of massacre like himself. Tears washed blood from his cheeks as gravity let them fall.

He whimpered, "Veronica, wake up please." He hoped she was alive putting a hand on her stained, sticky neck looking for a pulse. "She's alive!" He almost ached a smile as he cried. He tried hard to shake her since he was weak. She came around quickly. Seeing him, she began crying.

"Double D!"

"Shh," he hushed her, trying to stand. A sharp pain that he hadn't realized before went through his side.

"Please, get out of here, we need to get out of here," she pleaded, trying to move around sorely. She almost fell on a half cut leg and Edd grabbed her to keep her from falling.

They slowly made it to the hallway and the stairs. "Be careful," Veronica tried to hold him up now.

"NO!" they heard Eddy yell in utter madness, among large crashes coming from the dining room. Edd and Veronica saw the front door and hurried down the staircase in hopes of reaching it. They wondered what was going on. What was all the noise? Veronica put a hand on the door knob and they couldn't wish for the door to be quiet enough as they opened it. It creaked as loudly as it could as they did this, seemingly being too loud, even to block out the sounds of the frenzy in the kitchen. They had their backs turned to the kitchen door, concentrating on the so small a task of just opening the freakin' door. "Where are you traitors going?" They turned their heads, then their whole bodies around with their worst nightmare come true. There Eddy stood by the kitchen door, holding a butchering knife in his hand, blood layered on his face. Obviously he had hurt his arms trashing the house in his rage, but the blood on his face, that was theirs. The living room was trashed, the window broken, the couch ripped up and stabbed with the garden rake, and an entire shelf had been thrown onto the floor, shattering its contents.

"I...am...going... to... give ... you ... guys... one... more chance, to tell me... the truth," Eddy's unstable and shaking voice asked, his hands trembled with the knife. "Where is... Ed?" Edd looked at Veronica as if he couldn't do anything or say anything. What could he tell crazy Eddy that he would believe or accept?

"Eddy, we aren't doing anything, Ed is dead and he's never coming back, please calm down and think this over, I love Ed as much as you do. And it was hard to believe he was dead. But you have to believe it." Veronica said stepping back. Edd followed her cautiously and stared at Eddy in disbelief that his best friend would ever hurt them. And he wouldn't stand for anyone hurting them.

"Eddy put that knife down, please. You don't want to hurt us, we are your friends and would never want to hurt you. Please put the knife down." Edd tried to persuade Eddy, "I know this is hard but... you're making it harder." Listening to the two's pleas of love, desperation, and fear for their lives, Eddy just stood still. Then he left the room. They were confused at the sight of the empty space where he had been standing. Then Eddy came back with a bottle of gasoline in the right hand and the knife in the other. He poured the gasoline on the shredded couch and drapes. They watched limply as Eddy took a lighter from his pocket.

"Where did you get that?" Veronica asked, shaking more than ever before.

"What does that matter?" he answered carelessly for a second, then he became mad when he remembered his dilemma, "I stopped bleeding when I cut!!! And it's your fault!"

"What do you mean you can't bleed?" Edd was startled.

"I just can't, genius!" he was bitter, "So I started beating my hands with anything I could find, but I couldn't bruise! But then I realized that it wasn't going to stop you from keeping Ed from me. I don't know how you are doing this, but I'm going to stop you."

"How is this my fault?" Veronica yelled angrily at him.

"You didn't want me to, so my body stopped the flow," Eddy yelled back at her with a dirty glare in his eyes.

"Eddy?" she said, all of a sudden white squares of perfectly cut paper were now in her hair. Edd stared at her estranged.

"WHAT!?!" Eddy yelled as he tried to flick the lighter on. It wouldn't ignite.

She took her time, she was now calm, and even, even almost happy, "You're bleeding." He stopped his frantic actions and looked at them. Edd was crying, hoping with all his heart that they would be alright. Eddy put his hand on the arm that hurt the most. He looked at his palm to find blood in his fingerprints, making him shake, his lips trembling. His mind calmed down as he realized what he was doing. He noticed the knife and lighter in his hands with deep consideration. Then he looked at his beaten friends.

"This is pain?" he asked. Edd nodded and walked forward to his wounded friend. Suddenly a flame lit on the lighter and Edd stopped. Eddy looked at it, "You let your guard down Double D, you were keeping this thing from lighting, just like Veronica was keeping me from bleeding. Because she cared for me, I couldn't bleed. She stopped just now, since I beat her, allowing me to bleed. You were afraid of me Double D, so this lighter could not flame. But you thought I was just rethinking my plans, so you weren't afraid. Then it lit." Eddy looked at the lighter. He stared at his wrists, as blood began to seep through the slits. Edd stepped back as he put the lighter to the couch.

"Hurry," Veronica went to the door. Eddy set the couch on fire and the flames quickly grew and spread all over the furniture piece. The house was soon on fire and became a death trap. "Eddy get out of the house!" She screamed from outside the doorway, she went back in to get him. Edd grabbed her hand and with all his might, restrained her outside. She stopped fighting him. They watched as three snowflakes fell in front of them. Turning around, they saw countless pieces falling from the dark skies. They looked back to their butcher, it was snowing in the house as well. A flake fell on Edd's shoulder and he picked it up. It wasn't a snowflake at all, but a white piece of paper. As the house burned, they limped away regretfully in an escape.

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He woke up in the hospital. Veronica was on a separate bed being stitched up by a nurse.

Another walked over to his bed and asked sweetly, "Hello there, are you feeling better?"

"Much, where's Eddy?" he asked, then remembering that she didn't know who Eddy was, "Can I speak to the police?"

"Oh, they left. But your parents and the girl's parents are outside the door," she said softly. He looked at his possibly only surviving friend again. Then got up. "No, you shouldn't stand on your legs, dear." The nurse pointed to them so he sat back down.

"Double D," he heard a familiar voice. He looked to Veronica, she had her back turned to him. "Eddy's dead," he heard her cry.

"What?!" He almost shouted, then again, it wasn't a surprise. His eyes teared up in a blur; his best friend was gone. Or should he have cared? He had tried to kill him. So he was his enemy, right? The two nurses left the room and it was completely silent from the inside, beside a ticking clock. Edd looked around, then at Veronica, daringly at her battered figure. Her face was still turned from his view, he could faintly hear the sound of her gasping for air over her tears. Standing slowly, he made his way to her and put a hand on her round shoulder. Then he wrapped his arms around her. She tried to suck up her tears so that he wouldn't see them. "Veronica, it's okay to cry, please." He pleaded as his head was rested on her shoulder with his own tears dripping down her skin. He was still, holding her with his chest against her back. His eyes were blurry but he noticed a piece of paper in his hand, it was from outside when the white squares had fallen like a graceful snow.

An awkward young woman crept slowly down the hallway to a door with a sign, 'Eddward's room'. She opened the door and as silently as her not-so-graceful self would allow, she made it over to his bed. For a second she admired his sweet slumbering body that was tucked neatly under blankets and gave off a serene smile. But after that moment she bent over him, resting a hand on his bed to support herself. She stared at his lips, preparing herself for something she couldn't bring herself to admit she wanted to do. Of course, she knew he wouldn't know she had done it, since he was sleeping. Oh, why not? So she kissed his lips gently, as not to wake him. She noticed that his face showed an expression of distress and sadness. Studying this look on him, she sighed and shook him.

Edd heard footsteps descending to his staircase and got out of bed. He looked around his room then got dressed thinking about his dream. Walking downstairs he saw Veronica in his kitchen sitting at his table. She glanced at him, smiling.

"Hi."

"Hello Veronica," he walked over to his cupboard and took down two bowls.

"I already ate," she told him, he put one back and retrieved a spoon. She messed with her hair waiting as he ate breakfast.

"Are you excited about meeting Eddy's brother?" He asked between small bites.

"Eh," she answered which didn't mean yes or no, but he dropped it after that. "He's popular, as it has seemed, but he enrages Eddy now. I don't understand, he used to love him. Eddy just has been so angry at him lately."

"He has constantly given him mail, picking on him for being his little brother," Edd said.

"It doesn't really make me want to meet him." She laughed silently as he continued to eat. When he finished they left the house. As they walked down the road to Eddy's residence, her curiosity got the best of her. "Were you dreaming when I woke you up?" He glared at her, then turned his head with a fearful look in his eyes.

"Yes, it was a terrible dream," he mumbled in depression.

"What was it about?"

Eddy stood in front of his mirror mopingly. Ed had been called on by his dad moments before. He waited for the sounds of his lump back in the room as he looked at the door of his bedroom through the mirror. Ed barged in happily as if he had excellent news.

"Eddy! You're mommy and daddy want me to pick up your big brother from the airport because they have 'things to do'!" Ed said running over to his friend. "And they gave me this!" Eddy looked at the Lincoln in his hands.

"Come to papa my darling!" He yelled going after it.

"No Eddy!" Ed ran away to protect the precious currency. Ed ran to the door as he pursued close behind. He looked around quick as Eddy came up and opened the door, running right into Edd. Both on the ground, the chase ended.

"Hello Ed," his victim greeted.

He got off him and laughed, "Hello Double D, hi Veronica!"

"Hello," she said, following them back into the room, "Hi Eddy."

"Hi," Eddy went back to his cranky state. Ed walked in and Edd followed shutting the door behind himself.

"Your parents haven't left for the airport yet?" He asked.

"No," the addressed moped.

"They're busy so I'm gonna pick him up for them!" Ed said going to the door, he suddenly stopped, and turned his head to his friends, "They asked me too."

"Then shouldn't you be going?" Veronica asked trying to find the alarm clock.

"NO!!!" Edd yelled desperately.

Snow beneath his feet, trees around and above his head, yellow sky, and a figure before him, he noticed his surroundings in a dreary place. The figure before him was from his dream, in the dream. It was black but now he realized, it wasn't black, but wearing black. Black pants and a white and black striped T-shirt. And he saw eyes on this creature now, dark blue eyes.

He quivered, "Hello again."

"Hi Double D," the figure replied smiling.

"What is going on? I thought it was a dream, how are you here?" Edd asked, not at all frightened or wondering how, if he is awake, how was he talking to her? He was just with his friends. The more questions he asked himself, the more he noticed about this creature.

"Don't worry, you aren't dreaming," she said. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Because this is fiction, this is a story, and I am the writer of this story," she answered.

"What?!" He exclaimed, he knew she was crazy. He covered his mouth to stop his impolite behavior.

"Listen, I created everything around you, I shouldn't even be here..."

"WHY are you here?" Edd asked trying to catch her wandering eyes.

"Because I chose to, please don't take my answer as rude," I answered. He shook his head thoughtfully.

"How is this happening? My whole life? This whole world? It isn't real at all?"

I looked at him as I was feeling sorry for him, "I don't control everything, I can't even control my own life. I didn't create you, you're part of a cartoon. I just write what might happen to you, Ed, and Eddy."

"Fanfiction? I've heard of this," his mind went wild in thought.

"Yeah, alot of people haven't," I commented. "Did I do a good job?"

"Yes, oh yes," Edd answered, "Very goo..."

"Stop, my readers might think I'm egotistic or something. But thanks," I laughed, then harder. He just smiled. I watched as his face soon sobered.

"Why does Ed have to die?"

My stomach turned, "Because, he isn't really dead..."

"He is going to be, it's just like my dream!" Edd shouted at me.

I could feel tears forming, "I wasn't gong to let your dream come true, but you have to do something."

"What? Anything, I'll do it!" He answered desperately.

"Stop him," I said plainly.

"That's it?" He was surprised.

"Yep." He stared, bewildered at me for my grammar, making me frown.

"I am not going to remember this, am I?" Man he was smart.

"No."

He was now frowning at me, probably thinking that this was all unfair and extremely odd, "Please?"

I shook my head, "I just can't do that. You will act out of character if I do. And if I don't make you like you are, I am not doing a very good job."

"Oh." His head hang, "Well can I know your name, for this short time I will remember?"

"Yes, it's April," I answered waving, "Bub bye!"

"Bye."

"No what?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah, what you screaming for?" Eddy followed. He stood in the midst of their eyes, laughing in embarrassment.

"Sorry, uhm, Ed shouldn't pick up Eddy's brother, he just received his license, he still needs supervised practice."

"You read me like a soup label!" Ed said in surprise. He went to the door, "I must give Eddy's mommy and daddy their money back!"

"No Ed!" He yelled, beginning to chase him again. Edd watched him run out into the hallway after the loaded Ed. He felt something in his hand and looked at it. Unclasping his hand he saw what was there, a small, white, perfectly square piece of paper. He uncrumpled it and read a phrase that was handwritten on it.

"It was just a dream Double D."

He smiled warmly and then laughed as at an inside joke. But he didn't know why. He listened to the sounds of Ed and Eddy's voices. They were safe and happy. But he didn't know why.

The End

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