Author notes:Now it's time for the eight chapter of the story! A big thanks for the people that reviewed so far! Now without further ado...I do not own Ed Edd n Eddy, they belong to A.K.A cartoons, although I do own any OC characters I have in my story.
Chapter 8:Confrontation
Last Time:
Eddy's P.O.V
I was at the junkyard at eight o clock, just like the note said.
"Hello? Anybody here?" I hollered.
Nobody answered.
"Hello?" I hollered again.
Again nobody answered.
"Forget this. This was probably another prank from the Kankers," I thought.
I was about to leave when I took a hard hit from the back of my head. It was so hard my vision stirred, and I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was a figure staring up on me, smiling evilly...
Now:
Edd's P.O.V
Peach Creek Junior High:
I was sitting on the cafeteria table with my friends. Everyone except Eddy.
"Hey. Has anyone seen Eddy?" Kevin asked.
"No. He wasn't on the bus today. And he hasn't called sick either..." I said.
"That's weird," Nazz stated.
"Usually he never skips a day of school."
"Yeah..." I said, thinking.
"Oh! Hey Double D, did the police found out who attacked the day before?" Johnny, the person who was always with a piece of wood, said.
"No. Nothing out of the police yet," I stated.
"I really hope they find that creep," Nazz said.
"Yes. Me too," I said...
Edd's House, Eight O Clock
It was a little before my bedtime, but I was tired after hanging out with my friends all day after school. I was about to turn in, when suddenly the phone rang again! That's when I got scared.
"What if it's my attacker from the day before?" I thought.
I went downstairs too the kitchen, when I saw my parents.
"We'll answer the phone this time, Eddward," my father said.
"But father, it's probably just one of my friends," I said to my father.
"Still. You can't be too sure," my mother stated.
My father answered the phone.
"Hello? Johnes speaking?" my father said too the phone.
There was a little conversation with the person on the phone and the my father.
"Oh. Okay then," my father said.
"Here Eddward. It's one of your friends." my father said.
I sighed in relief.
My father gave me the phone and my parents went to bed.
"Hello? Double D speaking," I said too the phone.
"I have one of your friends," said a voice I was familiar with.
It was the same voice of my attacker! I was so shocked I nearly dropped the phone.
"But-how did-" I stuttered, trying to find the right the words.
My attacker just chuckled evilly.
"I used one of your friends too talk too your parents," my attacker said.
"You fiend! Wail until I call the cops!" I said to my attacker.
"That won't happen. Unless you want one of your friends killed," my attacker said.
"Who? Who is it?" I said to my attacker.
There was silence for a few moments.
"Sockhead! Whatever you do, don't come..." the voice said.
It was Eddy!
"Now do you see?" the attacker said.
"And if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill your friend without hesitation,"
There was only one thing too do in this situation. I couldn't take the chance for another one of my friends to get hurt, or worse.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked the attacker.
"Come to the forest tomorrow at eight o clock near here. There will be arrows there, showing where you will go. I'll be waiting," the attacker said.
"And remember, if you tell anyone about this, I WILL kill your friend,"
And with that, my attacker hung up. I couldn't do anything. But I had only one question in my head. How was the attacker supposed to know that I would tell anyone? But I couldn't take the chance. My friends was in danger, and I refuse to let him get hurt...
Chelsie's P.O.V
I hung up the phone with an evil smile on my face. It was time. Tine to exact revenge on the one who ruined my life.
"You won't get away with this you fiend," said the boy named Eddy.
"Oh trust me. I will get away with this," I said too the short boy.
There was one thing I had too do before I could exact my revenge. I had too get rid of my foster parents. And as if on cue, my foster mother called out too me.
"Chelsie! Time for dinner!" my foster mother said.
"I'd rather not eat your damned disgusting cooking!" I shouted back at her.
"What did you say? Don't make me come up there!" my mother shouted so loud that half of the cul-de-sac could probably hear her.
"Whatever, you damn old hag!" I shouted back at her.
"That's it! I've had it to hear from you you SLUT!" my foster mother shouted.
My plan was going perfectly. I could hear her coming upstairs. I went too the closet and pulled out my fosters father shotgun. He uses it in case someone tried too break in too our house. I pointed the gun at the door, feeling "trigger happy" as people say. My mother busted through the door like a crazy animial.
"YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID, OR ELSE-"
She never had time too finish her sentence. I pulled the trigger, and a loud BANG occurred. The bullet pierced right through her heart. She felled back and died instantly. I had an evil smile on my face.
"What the hell was that?" I heard my foster farther said from downstairs. When he got upstairs, the same event occurred. After I killed them both, I put the shotgun back into my closet. I was going too throw it away later.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Eddy said.
I ignored his statement.
"You just killed your own pare-"
"They're not my parents," I said too him.
He then shot a scared look in his face. I didn't blame him...
Author notes: The suspense is killing me! And this is my own story! R&R!