Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd, n' Eddy.

Author's notes: This takes place years later when the Ed boys are teenagers and in high school. What will be in this story are some ideas about the life style of the characters, mainly one in particular. Please read and review. I need your words for support to help me continue this.

Warning: This story may contain harsh violence, blood, weirdness, adult situations, abuse, horrible images, and even slash. Please be open-minded. If you don't like any of this. I refer you not to read this. Thank you. Consider this, the rating, and the genre.

Genre: Suspense/drama/romance/horror/comedy

Notes: Italic-ized words mean that a character either said it in the past or are thinking it at that current moment. It serves as subtexted, in a way, yet also can be someone thinking, too.

Nailed

By TABIL

1. 2. 3. 4. Double D counted the cracks in the cement as he traveled over on to Ed's house. Yes, it was elementary, but anything to distract him from thinking about turning back would suit just fine enough. 11. 12. 13. He continued to count, thinking about how Ed use to do such trivial things when they were younger. He seemed so innocent back then... But then again, that was more than likely one of his symptoms of being, ahem, mentally challenged so to speak. Ed was known to be anything but smart. Not that he lacked a brain, he just didn't know how to use it. Lovable loaf. Though Double D had to admit, many times Ed even racked his nerves with...his stupidity. He pitied the poor guy. Now, he just didn't know what to think about him since he had grown distant from them. Of course, even when he never acted distant before it all began, he still had that strange look in his eyes that Double D could never put a finger to and he noticed it much later on in their childhood years. Now he couldn't see the boy's eyes to figure out anything because he now wore those pitch black sunglasses he got somewhere and never seems to take them off. The only way he knew Ed wore eye shadow and shaved his uni-brow off was when he took his sunglasses off once to clean them, but his eyes were closed when he did that. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33...

He was now there, standing in the driveway that seemed to get elongated by his weary mind. He sighed and took his first steps towards what appeared to be a normal, tranquil home, but to Eddy and him, there lied a beast in that house and that beast was Sarah. Double D blinked in surprise, what seemed like a long eerie walk, he was already standing at the door in no matter of time. He gulped, his pores spitting out millions upon millions of sweat beaded drops.

C'mon, Eddward. Just ring the bell already. Or if you prefer, knock on the door. It's really simple.. Just lift your hand and--

The door opened.

"Oh sh-hi Sarah!"

There she stood, leaning against the door and looking very much like she could kill anything weak in sight, much like a vulture that stalks it's prey. He gulped. Him being the prey.However, her demeanor changed incredibly upon seeing him, eying him down from head to toe and back up for a few seconds before giving him her sweet enticing smile she seemed to use all the time on him. Oh dear...here it comes..

"Hey, Double D." She replied softly. "What brings you here?"

Double D stuttered, trying hard to come up with an answer. Heck. He already had one made in his mind, he just couldn't get the words out properly. Cat got your tongue, Double D?

Sarah smiled even more at him, trying hard not to giggle as she waited for an answer. She really did look pretty today, considering that her hair was above shoulder length nowadays, which she happened to have in cute little braided pig tails tied with lavender ribbons, which matched her spaghetti strap top, with Khaki shorts and matching sandals. She even had make-up on, her shiny pink lip-gloss shining in the light. She always dressed this cute and she's growing up to be quite the lady. ...Well, by looks anyway. Double D just never really paid any attention to her or the way she looked like for the matter, far too busy in other important matters. So, this came as some sort of a surprise for him...

"Moi?" she squeaked. Has she been learning French?

Double D shook his head and snapped out of it. "Sorry, uh, Sarah, I've come here for Ed." He tried to be as polite as he could be without losing any control. Don't spaz on me now.

Her smiled faded and was replaced with a disgusted frowned. Oh, boy. "Oh." She blandly said and then rudely scuffed. "That reprobate loser is in his room."

"S-soooo..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Do I wait here or.."

"Go fetch him yourself." She said sourly, walking away and leaving the door open for him to come in.

Double D frowned. The nerve of that girl. Honestly, don't know why Ed puts up with her. He then wiped his feet, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked around for any signs of Sarah, who happened to be in the living room with Jimmy doing something he had no clue about and nor did he care. Apparently, he still belonged in her wildest of fantasies, but that's all they'll ever be. Nothing more.

Double D then looked around as he tried to gather his bearings. Had it been so long since he last came here that he had forgotten? It then dawned into his brain-meats. He snapped into action and headed towards the door that lead to the basement. The door was easily overlooked because it clearly looked like any other door and it wasn't in plain sight as all of the others were and could be easily mistaken for a broom closet. He opened the door and stepped down onto the stairs.

crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik...

They squeaked, or should he say, croaked. It sounded very deep throat-ed, like a frog, only not. Considering the sound, the stairs have really gotten old. Why hasn't Ed's parents' repaired or replaced them?

Slowly, he walked down each step, each one having their own way of speaking, from squeaking, croaking, and even to moaning and many other sounds that went along with that one. This scared Double D a bit, that and the place being extremely dim because most of the windows were opaque except in the very corner of one. ...And very eerie, in fact, somewhat very creepy. It was very quiet down there and even though Double D didn't believe in ghosts, surely it felt like there could be a poltergeist or two. In any way, though, the environment felt cold...and terribly gloomy, like the basement had it's own story to say along with the talking stairway. A story that Double D didn't think he wanted to hear. It made him all goose-pimply and his skin seemed like it just wanted to crawl right off of him and leave him there.

He never liked this place to begin with and wondered why Ed chooses to live in these such conditions in the first place, let alone a basement. Why not a warm, cozy bedroom like everyone else? He likes it down here, he remembered many people like Eddy and Sarah said to him. Whoever liked living in a filthy basement was beyond him, but Ed was always beyond logical point. He has no sense of any logic.

Finally, he reached Ed's bedroom door, which happened to be in critical shape. It was all scratched, beaten, raked with odd cut mark, and ripped and broken on many of the sides and corners. It wasn't a very good looking door and it looked like it was about to fall off anytime soon by looking at the hinges and how they seem to be lacking any real support of holding the door up. Probably from all of that slamming his sister does to the door. Tsk. Another thing needing replacement. Carefully, he knocks on the door three times.

No reply.

He tried again.

Again, no reply. No "come in", "go away", "I'm busy", snorts and other sounds, nothing! All he could hear was the faint sound of someone walking around in there. Faint footsteps. ...Boots. Chains rattling. That has to be him!

SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!

Dear Lord, what was THAT! Sounded like nails on a chalkboard! He gnashed his teeth tightly at the sound, flinching in horror. No, no. Ed must've moved something. Maybe he's busy... Maybe I should just leave and come back another time. But when remembering Eddy and the look on his face, he decided to proceed in anyway.

He places his hand on the equally marred door nob, carefully twists it clockwise and opened the door with a gentle push, opening it enough to peek inside.

There he was, there was Edward, which he now preferred to be called instead of just Ed. He was working away at what appeared to be some sort of sculpture of some kind. ...A bizarre sculpture. Just like all of the others he had seen Ed done in their art class. Either it was some sort of creature, dark or gruesome, or had some sort of symbolic-ism to whatever shape or twisted form it may have, they were all...different, is that the word? Double D really couldn't see what Ed was making this time, though, it was just as dark in here as it was in the rest of the basement, well, just about.

Double D, without a peep, stepped in, quietly tip-toeing over to see what Ed was turning the poor piece of metal into. He watched as Ed torched one side of the piece for what it seemed like for a time, then set the torch down instantly and immediately started chiseling away profoundly with a hammer and other various carving tools. Thank goodness hehas enough senseto wear protective gloves and a face-shield!

Double D studied his beloved friend. He wanted to know who this person he was he's watching. Slowly, inch by inch, Edward changed, without them noticing before until it was too late, though the change seemed so natural. Maybe Double D was just over-exaggerating. The figure that stood before him was still his friend, no doubt, his slow, stupid friend that use to be so fond of him, always wanting Double D to teach him everything he knew. Double D smiled to himself, he really did miss Ed, more so than Eddy, who he saw every day anyway. Between school, his parents, girlfriends, peers, and Eddy and his scams, he really didn't have any time at all to spend with Ed, now that he thought about it. And it's because of his recent break up with his girlfriend Nicole that he now had enough time in his life to spend with his friends more.

Speaking of girlfriends, Double D always wondered why Edward never had any...at least from what he saw. Eddy, the other boys, and him were almost constantly dating, but not once did he ever see or hear about Ed having any relationships. In fact, he didn't even look twice at a girl and even turned down a few that seemed interested in him. Not once did he ever see Ed oogle, blush, or even drool over the opposite sex. ..Strange.. He guessed Edward just wasn't interested or perhaps even ready for a relationship just yet. Which is a smart thing to do, he thought regretfully, remembering something in the past he did not want to be thinking about. Anyway, either that was the answer to why Ed wasn't into girls just yet...he was just discretely different all together from the other boys.

Putting those thoughts beside, he then found his eyes wandering over to what Edward was concocting. His smile turned to a curious stare, from curious to a frown, and from a frown into a horrified grimace. Eyes following the deep crevice-like curves, a shape began to take form from there, a long substance seemed to be entwined and appeared to be melted into the base, from there the substance became oblique and contorted at the end where a limb stretched upward. Realization began to set in as it's true form was unraveled by his eyes, at the end of the long limb was the shape of a hand. Double D, without apprehension of thought, gasped intensely.

Edward jumped up two feet and abruptly turned to Double D's direction, apparently shocked or perhaps what seemed scared out of his wits. He really didn't expect anyone to be down there with him, Double D would've guessed, but his thoughts were too distracted by Edward's horrifying scrap of--

Without any hesitation, Edward scurried and scrambled up his means of covering his art with what was a old green shower curtain. He then stood before the table, appeared to be guarding the work with his life, like that of a gargoyle that wards off evil, his chest moving up and down ninety to nothing.

Fearing he might have offended his friend in anyway, he forced a small smile at him and said; "I thought it was quite lovely, Ed." He saw Ed was now beginning to relax his composure. "Yes, very lovely. I wonder how you always manage to be so creative." ...Now, he was relax. If Double D knew any better, Ed was probably smiling behind that steel mask of his. Hoping this was true, Double D's smile broadened. This was a good time to mention to him about leaving.

"Come, Edward." He said with as much enthusiasm he could muster. "Eddy needs us. Eddy has a plan!"

Ed stood there for about a minute and then walked off to old, crumbling stack of wood that appeared to be his dresser. He then started to take off his artistic garments as Double D stood there and waited.

Double D began to look around the room for any noticeable changes. Posters were still all over and around the walls, covering up what appeared to be scratched and banged-up walls. There were lots of holes now, more than there ever use to be, they were completely everywhere and all sizes, too, making the walls look ate up, like a savage dog found a way in here and decided to chew on them.

Double D kept looking around and spotted more. Ed's bed was now gone, it either completely vanished or it's nothing but springs now. Surely, his parents must be getting him a new one today. Some of Ed's old stuff was still there, like the same old tv and his voodoo masks and many other newer masks laying around and about, and so was his old chair, too, along with all of the scary movies that Edward enjoyed to watch. Other than that, his room had changed. The other stuff he use to have is no longer there, making the room feel sort of hallow in it's own fashion. He then looked up and noticed the pipes had items hanging from them, like chains, plastic skulls, and other items he guess Ed randomly chose to hang up there. The pipes were also now neon-colored, and they glowed in the darkness that was Ed's room, spray painted no doubt. He then looked at the floor and saw the same thing, only they were weird shapes, like pictographs and circles with stars in them. The floor was horribly dusty, though, and a lot of material was laying around and about, like paper, chips of metal, wax, and more, it even looked all scratched up from whatever Ed seemed to be doing down in here. My God, this place is still a mess. Well, that didn't change. Messy, messy, messy.

As he sighed inwardly, his eyes flashed by something, something that caught him. Looking forward, bewilderment overcame him, his eyebrow now quirking at what appeared to be a door. Was that the bathroom? When did it ever receive a door? It was a red door, which stood out more than anything else because it was a prominent, bold color that didn't match anything at all in Ed's room. The only thing that made it belong was that it had twenty or more uneven marks on it. Weird. But then again, this was Ed's room and Ed was certainly weird in his own way. So, Double D disregarded it as Edward's poor lack of good taste in better things. Oh my, Ed, you certainly are-

Double D let out a startled gasp, which sounded more like a shriek of terror almost, as something touched him on the shoulder. He jumped away from whatever it was and turned to see what it was that touched him like that.

Ed.

Doubled D breathed in and out, sighed in relief and then glared at his taller friend. "Don't do that, Edward! You nearly scared me half to death!" He directly scolded. Dear Lord, if I was a cat right about now, I think I might've lost a few of my lives!

Ed smiled softly at him, his sunglasses on like always whenever someone saw him. "Sorry, Double D." He finally said. He spoke! "Didn't mean to scare you like that."

Double D sniffed, he hated foolery and he hated to be frightened, though Ed most likely really didn't mean to startle him. He seemed sincere about it, it's just Ed spooks him out a bit easily himself, always popping out here and there.

"Well, I hope you're ready now because we're leaving. God only knows how much time we've wasted.." After placing a hand over his eyes, he sighed, hoping his stress would relinquish soon once they start going. "Eddy is gonna be SO furious." He put his hand down and then said. "C'mon. Quickly."

He then started to march towards the door, the taller boy following him not too far behind. Once shutting the door behind them, the room was then completely engulfed in a eerie silence.

To be continued

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