CHAPTER IV

We're sure going along the story pretty good aren't we? Well, for those of you who are still tuned in, I' have three new chapters written out and I'll be publishing them one by one over a few days...until then, without further adieu, may I present...Chapter Four...

Eddy wasn't in the best of moods as he got out his car and walked up to the busted up trailer that was one of many busted trailers in the park. The rednecks and inbreds had all done their best to make it look awful and they had succeeded. Eddy sighed and knocked on the door of the shitty place, Ed on the other hand just stayed in the car, knowing how Lee Kanker would act when she saw the man her sister had abandoned her for, leaving her and Marie to care for their sickened mother.

Sad times indeed.

Eddy knocked again, only to be met by the sound of, "Who da' fuck is it?"
"It's me, open the door bitch!"

The door was wrenched open with so much force the bottom hinge tore off of the frame, Lee Kanker was beautiful like Marie, or remotely cute like May, she was a fiery redhead whose freckles had taken the best of her. Ever since the surgery to get rid of her third eye, things had been down hill from them. It was sad, especially since Eddy remembered all the times in junior high when the bitch and her sisters would rape and humiliate him and the other Eds, of course it was all..."good fun".

Lee put down the crack pipe and said, "My man, come to get a little?"
"I'd rather stick my cock in the the black hole of calcunta."

"Where's that?"

"I dunno, listen Lee, I have a problem on my hands...your fucking sister stole my lover and now, she's poisoning his mind with her lies. I want him back. And I want her DEAD!"

Lee wiped the spit from her face and said, "Oh yeah? What's in it for me if I help you out?"

"Don't you have a score to settle with your sister?"

"Oh yeah..."

Lee then grabbed Eddy's collar and pulled him up to her nose level, "I ain't settling for revenge pipsqueak."

"Don't call me that, I AM NOT LITTLE!"

With a swift right, Lee was on the ground, and Eddy on top of her, waylaying into her face. The old bitch could take it. But Eddy wanted her to feel his pain, to taste it. Ed got out quickly, but a gruff stare from Eddy paused him in his place. Eddy then said, "That's it! Your going to fucking help me, bitch, just the trio of us. Me, the brains; Ed, the bron; and you, the whore..."

"Fuck you," Lee spat blood at Eddy.

Eddy squeezed her jaw and looked in her eyes, "I haven't fucked a woman in years, but I'm about to make an exception, dirty slut."

Lee became instant pudding his hands and replied, "I love when you talk dirty to me, how longs it been since we had a love fest, Eddy Skipper Locke?"
"Not long enough," Eddy replied, irked at having his middle name used. He then said, "Lee, get your drugs and get in the motherfucking car."

"You got honey," Lee replied.

Ed walked up to Eddy and said, "Uh Eddy, from whence where are we going?"
"Shut the fuck up Lumpy, tell me, how long has it been since you had a drink?"

Ed thought. His mind was loopy after his first three years as an alcoholic. The college dropout years hadn't been used wisely. Albeit he had a good wife and children that weren't retarded like himself. It was all in Ed's background, the day his mother took him to the hospital and discovered he had an IQ of 55...tragic indeed. His alcoholism hadn't made him any smarter, yet it never does in the end.

He looked at Eddy, "About 8 months and twelve hundred moments."

"Fucking A, I'd say it's time for a new one."

Eddy knew it was alcohol. Alcohol was going to make Ed his fucking slave, just like drug induced sex was going to make Lee his other slave, he was no doubt prepared to get Double-D back however he could. It was going to be difficult, but Eddy wasn't planning on going about this straightaway, after all, how many people can actually kill a woman and then take back their lost love?

Eddy didn't know and sure didn't care, as he handed Ed the pocket bottle of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey. Ed guzzled it and seemed to change in more ays than one. It was amazing. He was almost catatonic... Now, Eddy thought, now I have the rights to do what I need to do...

-Break-

Double-D and Marie were laying in bed after a glorious fucking that had taken the breath out of both of them. It was amazing and Marie was starting to learn that Double-D had a very wild imagination. Double-D looked at her and said, "M-Marie?"
"Yeah dear?"
"Why have you never moved on and gotten married?"
"Because."

"Why," he inquired, "May I ask?"

"Because, you never asked me to..."

"Surely I'm not the only one for you?"
"No, sugarplum," she smiled as she kissed him repeatedly, "You are and I only want you and your entire life to be with me. I don't worry about tomorrow or yesterday, I worry about what's right in front of me..."

She kissed double-d and slowly made her way beneath the blankets and began re-introducing her lips to his the only Double-D that didn't wear the sock at the moment.

Double-D moaned as he laid back, Marie sucking him off, he was set. Yet he could only wonder, what in fact was Eddy doing at the moment?

-Break-

"Do it Ed," Eddy nagged at Ed who held the .38 Special in hand.

"But Eddy," Ed replied, "I can't."

In front of the two of them, Jimmy Sanders lay beaten and bloodied. He was pleading with his eyes and wishing he was somewhere else. Lee was beside them, the joint in her hand was smoking up the cabin. The three punks were re-dressed in tattered formal costumes they'd stolen from Jimmy's house. Only after they'd stretched the clothes out did they fit, leaving them ugly as sin.

"Ed," Lee yelled, "Fucking pull the trigger, you a man ain't ya?"
Edd pulled the weed from Lee and puffed it, he then said, "Lee, shut your filthy mouth or I'm going to cork it up with my dick."

Jimmy looked at them pleadingly.

Ed held the gun up at point blank range, the versions in his head were playing. He could fire the gun and the slug would travel from the gun and enter into Jimmy's head, spraying his brains all over the back wall. Or he could shoot him in the stomach and the trio would beat him to death. Or torture.

Ed was sweating heavily, Edd leaned in and said, "Let me help...Ed, you pull that trigger, or we're not friends..."

Ed seemed hurt, but unphased.

Eddy slapped the giggling Lee and then re-spoke, "Here, Ed pull that motherfucking trigger...or I'll kill your family...your choice, dumbshit."

Ed knew what he had to do, he held the gun up and pull the trigger...

CLICK!

-end of chapter iv-

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