Chapter 5: Killer Kevin, a monster with no weakness and a problem with no solution.

There was a day when, as I walked beside Kevin during a sudden bout of confidence and passion I said to him "Kevin… why must you treat the Eds with such cruelty and unfairness? and why must you force others to treat them in that way? You know what you are doing to the Eds is cruel, immoral and wrong, and that it makes you a bad person. Can't we all just… get along?".

The words were hardly out of my mouth when a terrible change came over Kevin.

First his face turned red, red and furious as his teeth began to grate and gnash with great fury like a savage animal. His hands curled into fists and he began to snarl in a way so intimidating, it brought out the sweat in me like running. He turned to me and gave me a look of sheer disappointment and anger, his look was so intimidating and horrifying to see, for his eyes were like dark tunnels void of all light and emotion. "Say that again?" he hissed, in a voice that was soft, yet very dangerous, and as much as I wanted to do so, my courage, or rather my cowardice let me down and I quickly changed the subject.

"Good" he said, patting me on the back, after taking several deep breaths "you made the right choice" and yet, in my heart and mind, I thought that at that moment, I was nothing but a coward, a useless, spineless, selfish coward, who cared about no one, and that made me very cross with myself. I had a choice, and I made it badly and I could never forgive myself.

I realized that I was about to cry again, and, not wanting that evil scum known as "Kevin" to see my tears, I turned to leave after politely telling him I must be going.

Yet as I turned away, Kevin called my attention, gesturing for me to stay, for he had something to say to me. "You've got such a nice face, Nazz, you know that?" said Kevin in a voice that was calm, yet no less threatening than when it was a tone of fury and anger "I really don't want you to end up like the Eds, I really don't, so just don't do or say anything stupid and dorky, and I'll make sure your pretty face stays pretty"

I turned to leave, but Kevin barked one word, and that one word sent shivers up my spine, and seemed to shatter my heart beyond repair. "Understood?" he barked, in the voice of an impatient, stern headmaster or general. "u, understood" I stuttered nervously, what else could I say, as I turned away and fled like the coward I was, not daring to look back.

The guilt, the guilt I felt each day for the fact that while the Eds endured such horrific abuse, while I did nothing, only grew day by day. Yet there was nothing I could do.

Tell a grown up? I tried that, yet the causeless hatred the neighbourhood felt against the Eds had spread to even the grown-ups, and despite the fact they listened to my story respectfully, no one seemed ready to believe me, Kevin had turned even the grown-ups against the Eds. Furthermore, what were the welfare of a few children to a group of uncaring, negligent parents, who probably had "more pertinent matters" such as unemployment or the hole in the ozone, to worry about. And so, the grown-ups were out of the question, for even they seemed ready to believe the best of Kevin, and the worst of the Eds. And most of the time, the grown-ups did not even appear to be home, for the most part, they seemed to be away. What kept them away for so long, I cannot imagine.

Use my popularity among the neighbourhood to talk the other kids into leaving the Eds alone? Yes, of course I knew that I was well liked among this community and that I was one of the few, alongside Kevin, who were lucky enough so that the others instinctively followed me, and always took my word. Everyone loved me, quite literally. And yet that wasn't enough.

Kevin was never going to let up on the Eds, and, if you recall what he said to me some time ago, you would know that it was a dangerous decision to speak against Kevin. Kevin would murder me, quite literally, for in this community, he seemed to possesses the power of a president, a king, a dictator, and his friends were his humble servants, ready to serve his every whim. I knew full well as much influence as I held over the others (for it seemed that many of them had even developed one sided crushes for me, which I tragically did not return) Kevin held more, and to challenge his might was suicide.

And so long as Kevin had jawbreakers in his garage, so long as his dad worked for the jawbreaker factory, so long as Kevin could afford to pay each of his friends in jawbreakers in exchange for their utmost respect and admiration for him, so long as Kevin remained the captain of the school football team and sports champion, there was no stopping "Kevin" and his reign and supremacy over the "cul de sac", our neighbourhood.

There remained one final option of course, beat Kevin in a fight and teach that green shirt, red hat jerk a lesson once and for all, yet that was not going to happen any time soon.

Of course, fighting Kevin now, was a suggestion out of the question, yes of course I knew the Eds needed help, yes of course I despised Kevin for his wicked ways, and yet if I were to charge at Kevin fists flailing, I would only end up being thrown abroad an ambulance and rushed back to the place I still had nightmares about constantly despite the fact I had been discharged from it for so long.

That place, that horrible, sickening place, was the emergency room in my hospital, where I would quickly be connected with several tubes to a life support machine, and where I would lie unconscious for days, or if I woke up, only to take a quick look at my sad miserable existence, before dropping back into a restless, jerky, nightmare filled sleep.

Suffice it to say, a muscular rage driven madman who could snap apart steel bars, who could lift not twice, but thrice his own weight, and whose bellows of rage made all who heard it fall silent, was a truly fearsome opponent. And not one many people stood a chance against.

And this too was why I had no choice but to continue my uneasy relationship with Kevin.

In a way, when Kevin rose to popularity with his achievements, he took the place of "Eddy's brother", though it was the Eds he chose to pick on, and each time another fight broke out between him and the Eds many of them utterly unprovoked, though it broke my heart to be so uncaring I could do naught but take it on the lam knowing full well that the three bodies more dead than alive lying bleeding on the pavement would only be joined by a fourth were I to even lift a finger to intervene.

"You're awesome Nazz, and really cute" said Kevin to me, as we were conversing one day "I'm so glad you aren't one of those Ed dorks, because if you were, it would really, really piss me off, and trust me, the things I do when I'm pissed off, are things I'd really rather not talk about"

"What do you do Kev?" I asked, out of morbid curiosity and interest.

"Well" replied Kevin, as he brandished his fists menacingly "Let's just say that the dork who got me so mad had better learn to walk without legs, or arms, or a body, he won't have any of those left when I'm done with him, oh no, he won't , in fact" here he paused for a while as he picked up a thick, heavy golf club and held it in his hands "It'll be a miracle if he's still alive, because he'll be looking something like this" and as he spoke those words, he snapped the golf club apart in one smooth motion with seemingly no more difficulty than if he were snapping a thin twig from a tree.

"And once I'm done shredding the dorko to shreds" continued Kevin as his voice got louder and louder, the expression on his face one of pure and utter rage "I feed his flesh to the birds of the sky and the beasts of the field, MWAHAHAHAHAHA" he laughed loudly, so loudly I could not help but cover my ears and even then I wondered if my poor eardrums would recover from a sound so satanic and devilish, for as Kevin continued to look me in the eye, laughing maniacally and relentlessly, he had the devil's look in his dark, emotionless eyes ,I apologized and using the excuse I had homework to do. Then I covered my ears and ran out the front door of his house, not even caring about the pain in my legs, and continued to run until I was out of sight of Kevin's house.

"May god smite you for your sins, Kevin" I could not help but say as I thought out loud "may god bring judgement upon you for all the suffering you brought to poor Ed, Edd and Eddy"

And that night, like always I buried my eyes into my pillow and let the tears soak into the fabric. Until the overwhelming grief I felt at being such an uncaring awful sinner for not lifting a finger to save three unfortunate joyless sufferers, finally exhausted my tears and energy, and I fell asleep, still sobbing uncontrollably with regret and sorrow.

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