WW1: Hey guys! WW1 here with another chapter and with me I've got my main man Jay!

Jay: (Walks in wearing a leather jacket) Hey guys.

WW1: Looking dapper man, what's the occasion?

Jay: Going to a party after I do the disclaimer. Oh that reminds me WW1 does not own Ed, Edd n Eddy if she did do you really think she'd be on .

WW1: Thanks Jay. (Throws Jay a pair of jeans that go with his jacket) Now go to your party.

Jay: Thanks (Walks off)

WW1: This is why I enjoy his company.

Ed opened his eyes slowly before he closed them again due to the bright light shining in his face. He slowly opened his eyes again. He looked around; he was in some sort of waiting room. He sat up some but, instantly regretted it and settled back into his first position because of his throbbing head and the uncomfortable chair he was currently sitting. He tried to sit up again, but to no avail. He looked around again, there were several desks filled with working people around him but not many people sitting in the chairs beside him. He looked towards the small on his right and found the half-moon high in the sky. He sat up some more and realized something; his hands were behind his back. He pulled his hands forward only for his wrists to meet with cold metal. Cold metal.

Ed's eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. His parents, in body bags. His little sister, lying cold and dead to the world. Ed jerked forward tipping the chair slightly as he tried to break his metal confinement. Rage and depression flooded him as he jerked forward again this time not only almost tipping the chair over, but loosened the cuffs too.

"Hey, he's awake!" Ed heard someone yell. In an instant, two cops were running towards him, behind them his two best friends, Edd and Eddy. One of the cops grabbed his shoulders and held him down.

"It's okay son. You're safe." He said soothingly as Edd and Eddy also appeared in front of him hugging him.

"Ed." He heard Eddy mutter. He could feel Edd's hot tears on his clothed shoulder. They pulled away, and then Ed saw. They were refusing to look at him directly, tears streaks stained their cheeks, their eyes were bloodshot, and Ed could already tell this would be bad.

"Ed." Eddy muttered again looking him in the eyes. Sorrow and depression filled his eyes. "Ed, there were no survivors. They killed everyone in the cul-de-sac and there's a chance t-they…" Eddy's voice trailed off as his voice began to break.

"We can talk about that later." The first police officer said. "For now let's get these cuffs off of ya ad get you boys something to eat." The cop quickly removed Ed's cuffs and allowed the boy sometime to massage his wrists before they began walking.

Ed held a cold can of Mountain Dew as he walked through the police station. His head still throbbed from blow from earlier but had pretty much subsided, but though he had almost healed physically; his emotional scars would never fully heal. Seeing his own parents being held in body bags, seeing his younger sister beaten brutally to death, he would never forget that.

Ed took another sip from his soda as he tried to push those thoughts into another part of his mind. He found his mind wondering to what the police had said to him and his friends earlier.

"Our evidence has pointed to the Anarchists has some sort of involvement in this crime."

The Anarchists. The first gang who tried to control Cornucopia valley. No one really knew about the higher ranking members of the gang but all everyone really knew was that all the low class members just robbed people for petty cash and had many shootouts with the enemy gang. But, what they lacked in training they made of for in numbers

The Terrors. The gang who is currently trying to fight the Anarchists for Cornucopia valley. They were mean and just down right creepy. They were known for their dark way of fighting. They were, nocturnal, in a way, fighting at night, using the shadows to their advantage. As far as Ed knew they put their strength in the training they gave each member, but were not very big in size.

"Kid!" Ed stopped instantly and looked up. There just inches away from his nose was a wall. Another step and he would have had another throbbing headache. Ed looked around looking for the source of the voice, nothing. Oh man, was he going crazy?

"Over here." Ed turned to his right and saw him.

Standing behind bars, was a man in his late 20s. He had a sort of shabby appearance, short scruffy black hair, though he looked strong like he could lift more than Ed could himself. He wore an untidy white shirt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers.

"Good you're awake. Ya looked like a goddamn zombie for a second; it was starting to creep me out." He said with a slight slur. He was either drunk or was recently drunk. He stood up straight, taking the weight of his hands of the bars and leaned against the wall next to them. "So what's a young guy like you, doin' in a police station?"

Ed looked away from the man, trying to contain his tears.

"Let me guess, 'you don't wanna talk about it'?" The man asked again. Ed gave a small nod and looked up to meet the man's eyes.

"Well about you, why are you here?" Ed asked trying to change the subject.

"DUI." The man answered bitterly. "I don't get it, why can't a man just drive home from a bar himself? I mean what do they expect me ta do? I can't leave my car at the bar and I gotta get it home. I mean, I can't freakin' walk home!"

An amused smile came to Ed's face as he listened to the man ramble.

"So…" The man stopped his speech. "…what's your name kid?"

"Ed." The teenager answered. "And you?"

"Mitchell." He answered. "But my friends call me…um…wait, I don't have any friends but, you can call me Mitch." Mitch began to retreat to the inside of his cell again. "You should get some sleep, ya look tired." Now that he mentioned it, Ed was kinda tired. "See ya around kid." Ed nodded to him and walked off again.

WW1: Hmm

JJ: I thought we were gonna be in this story. Who's this Mitch guy?

WW1: Patience JJ you guys will be introduced. Wait, where's Jay?

JJ: Um…(Holds another "flu in a can" behind his back)

WW1: Whatever. Now, if got crap I need to do so yeah bye.