A Good Edd Is Hard To Find Chapter 3: Edd Should Be Seen And Not Heard, an ed, edd n eddy fanfic

A Good Edd Is Hard To Find

Summary:

The Ed's encounter with Bro takes a dark turn as the savage sibling concocts a dangerous game for Eddy and Double D. The race is on for Ed, Eddy and the kids of the cul-de-sac to save Edd from Eddy's brother. Friendships will be questioned. Sanity will be strained. Will the Eds be separated for good?

Triggers include Pedophilia, Child Grooming, Child Abuse, Sexual Assualt, Possible Dub-Con, Drunken Behavior, Alcohol Abuse, and Physical and Verbal Abuse. Other warnings include Violence and Language.

Pairings include BroEdd and EddyEdd. Subtle Hints at other pairings, but BroEdd and EddyEdd are the main two that will be focused on it.

This is being co-written by DuoXKouga and Battygirl.

Authors' Notes:

DuoXKouga: I know it's been a while since the last update. Things have been very stressful around here the last few weeks...So, yeah. Now We're back again. Title name may be subject to change.

Battygirl: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is so late! I mean, we never gave any of you any suggested update days or anything, but we both realize it's been a couple of weeks since chapter two and still no update. So…sorry about that. Life has been rearing it's ugly head and getting in the way of progress on this chapter. With DuoXKouga working two jobs, collaborating has been tough. Hopefully we'll be able to get updates out sooner, but don't hold your breath, okay? And for the people who reviewed the last two chapters, thanks so much! We really love receiving your feedback! Please, don't hesitate to hit that review button and let us know what you think!

Chapter 3: Edd should be seen and not heard

It's been hours. At least, that's what Edd assumes. He has no way of knowing the exact passage of time. For that, he would need to look at the clock on the radio and in the direction of Eddy's brother.

And that, he decides, is completely out of the question.

Bro's hand is still resting on his thigh. Edd wants to remove it — to smack his hand away for daring to touch him after what the man had made him do — but his hands are still bound behind his back. At first, he'd tried edging farther away, but it was no use. With the way his hands are shackled, he cannot move any farther without moving his legs towards Eddy's brother and pulling his legs toward himself only succeeded in pulling himself back towards the man instead. This left him with no other option than to lean against the door and allow the man to continue his vile caresses.

Every now and then, Bro would squeeze his thigh, reminding the boy that he still had hold of him. Edd would shiver, offer a weak whimper and curl further in on himself. There are times when the boy almost nods off, his weary mind calming just enough for him to sleep and escape the nightmare of this reality. Just when he would reach that threshold, the grip on his leg would tighten and his consciousness would abruptly return, leaving Edd groggy and whimpering.

The van is slowing. Edd feels them turning off onto another road. The terrain is rougher here, but the vehicle remains stable enough that the boy can mostly ignore it. Finally, the van comes to a slow stop. The hand on his leg is removed and Edd heaves a sigh of relief. He hears the driver's side door open and close. Footsteps moving around the front of the van and to his side.

The door he's leaning on is suddenly moved away. Edd cries out as he falls forward, anticipating the quick decent onto the unforgiving ground. The contact is not made and he instead falls almost softly against Bro's middle. The man chuckles darkly, his hand on the door.

"Already wantin' more, Princess?" he purrs, "Didn't realize how much you liked it."

Bile rises in Edd's throat and he can't hold back any longer. He turns his head to the side and tumbles out of the vehicle and onto the ground. He has no time to cry out. He struggles to sit up and expel the limited contents of his stomach; doing what he can to avoid the man standing over him. Bro howls with laughter as the boy is reduced to dry heaving. He grabs the back of Edd's shirt and hauls him up.

"Have you really been holding that in this whole time?!" he cackles.

An indignant blush spreads over Edd's cheeks and he looks away shamefully. The man's laughter rumbles low in his chest as he looks Edd over. The kid's a mess. Specks of vomit remain on his lips and he's sure the kid's arms must be killing him. Thoughtfully, the man leans Edd up against the van, keeping his hand on the boy's shoulder to keep him from moving. Edd grimaces at the contact, but chooses to remain where he is standing. His legs are sore from sitting curled up for so long and he feels certain that he wouldn't get far anyway if he were to run. Rather stay where he is held than let the man chase him down and inflict more pain upon him.

Reaching into the glove compartment where he'd kept the handcuffs, Bro retrieves a small key. Edd glances at him as the man turns him away to unlock the handcuffs. The boy sighs again in relief, rubbing his sore wrists. Bro allows Edd to stretch his arms for a moment, to allow the blood to return to his appendages, before snatching his hands up. Edd struggles for a moment as the man slaps the cuffs back onto his wrists, keeping the boy's hands in front of him this time.

When he's sure the cuffs are secured, the man shuts the door and pulls Edd along to the back doors. Edd watches in mild disinterest as Eddy's brother opens the doors and looks around for…something. The boy sighs and looks around uncomfortably. He doesn't recognize anything around him. Where on earth was the man taking him? Glancing to him, he considers asking.

He holds his tongue. There's still a vile aftertaste in his mouth and his throat is burning from vomiting. He has a bad feeling that the man may not take kindly to him speaking anyway. Finally, the man stands straight again, a bottle in his hands. He glances at Edd and reaches into his pocket, retrieving a small cloth. He opens the bottle and wets the handkerchief some. Edd's eyes widen and he licks his lips a bit; water!

Bro's large hand grabs Edd's tie and yanks him close. Edd shuts his eyes tight in anticipation of a strike. Had he done something to enrage him? What horrific act is he going to perform with that rag?!

Against his chin, he feels the damp cloth dabbing…gently? His eyes snap open in shock and his gaze is drawn instantly to the man above him. Bro's face is composed of sharp focus as he gingerly wipes Edd's mouth clean. His other hand is holding the boy's chin in place. When Edd's face is clear of the mess, the man grins; stroking the boy's chin.

"Now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked in that same, seductive voice.

A grimace makes its way to Edd's face and he looks away in disgust, ignoring the man's laugh at his expense.

"Oh ho, look at that angry face…" the man chortles, "Guess you don't want any of this water, hmm?"

Edd's attention whips back to Bro, spotting him tilting the mouth of bottle towards the ground.

"No!" he cries, his voice sounding hoarse and pained.

The grin on the man's face grows and he holds the bottle up.

"Then let's hear you ask nicely, sweetheart," he sneers.

Edd winces; "P-Please…May I please have some water?"

"That's better," Bro chuckles and places the bottle in Edd's hands, "Here ya go, Princess."

Edd lifts the bottle to his lips and drinks greedily. He vaguely notices movement from Bro in front of him, but pays it no mind. The water is warm from sitting in the hot van in summer, but feels heavenly against his burning throat. It washes away the taste of vomit and leaves his mouth feeling clean again.

When he finally lowers the bottle again, it's almost empty. Bro is watching him carefully, drawing Edd to hold the bottle to his chest self-consciously. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and fidgets a bit.

"Th-Thank you for the water" he mumbles.

The man ignores him and grabs the bottle, setting it back in the van after capping it once again. He snatches the chain linking the handcuffs, tugging a surprised Edd along behind him. The boy looks between Bro and the van questioningly. Where's the man taking him now?! He sees they're approaching a group of bushes. Edd feels his cheeks burning as he blushes a deep shade of red. He struggles, his imagination running away with him. In any of the horror movies Ed had made him and Eddy watch, when a couple would go behind bushes, it would lead to some kind of sexual encounter. It would also end with said couple being murdered, but Edd finds himself far less afraid of the latter scenario.

They push past the foliage and make way to a tree with low hanging branches. They're far enough from the main road that, should anyone be traveling near them, they wouldn't be noticed. Edd's shivering in fear and anticipation as the man turns to him with a smirk.

"P-Please, Mister Eddy's Brother!" the boy begs, "W-Whatever you have in store for me, I urge you to reconsider!"

He gasps as Bro grabs him around his middle, lifting him with ease. The boy kicks his legs, making contact with the man once or twice, but never phasing him. Edd curses his weak physique under his breath as Bro hangs him by his wrists from one of the lower branches. The boy whimpers in discomfort, his eyes shutting tight against the sting as the cuffs dig into his wrists, but hold, supporting his light weight.

When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself at eye level with Eddy's brother, who's grinning in approval of his handiwork. It's only now that Edd sees the Polaroid camera around his neck. The boy assumes the man had grabbed it while he was quenching his thirst back at the van. Bro follows Edd's gaze and chuckles at the look of confusion the boy was giving him.

He cups Edd's chin; "We're gonna take a few pictures, sweetheart. Give your lil boyfriend somethin' good to look at now that you're all cleaned up and pretty."

Edd shivers when he feels the man's other hand come up to touch his thigh. Bro chuckles, his gaze lowering to look over the boy hanging helplessly in front of him. Squirming Edd tries again to plead with him.

"M-Mister Eddy's Brother! I implore you!" Bro glances at him with a cocked brow, "P-Please let me down! This is highly inappropriate!"

The man looks over him in scrutiny and drags his hand up Edd's side, moving the boy's shirt up so he can see the boy's bare stomach.

"And what if I don't, Princess?" he scoffs, moving his other hand down to enjoy the feeling of Edd's soft skin, "What're you gonna do about it?"

Wriggling, Edd tries to escape his touch, but can do little in his current position. He grits his teeth and gives him the harshest glare he can.

"I detest you!" he cries, "How could Eddy speak so highly of you all this time?! All Ed or I ever heard from him was how wonderful you are!" He attempted to mimic Eddy's voice, "'My brother's the coolest!' 'My bro's a whiz at this!' 'My bro's a whiz at that!' He only ever praised you as his brother and you deserved none of it!"

Edd pants, his eyes shut tight as he fights back angry tears. He expects to be struck for his little outburst, but finds himself caring less and less. It really baffles him that his dear friend could look up to someone like this. Is this really where Eddy was heading? Is this what his friend would become if his actions continued? Is this—

"Why the hell do you keep calling me that?"

Bro's sudden question breaks through Edd's thoughts and brings the boy to open his eyes and look at the man again. Eddy's brother is looking at him questioningly. He still has his hands on Edd's sides, but has ceased his groping. Instead, he seems to be holding Edd steady as he surveys him, taking some weight off of the handcuffs.

"Wh-What?" Edd furrows his brow, confused.

"I haven't heard you call me by my name once," the man notes, "You keep calling me 'Eddy's brother'. Did Pipsqueak seriously never tell you my name?"

Edd thinks on it. It hadn't occurred to him, but no; Eddy hadn't told him or Ed the man's name at all. He shakes his head.

"No…" he mumbles, "He spoke of you so often, but your name never…came up…I suppose."

The man chuckles and resumes his rough treatment of Edd's chest, drawing whimpering moans from the boy.

"Do you wanna know it?" he purrs, pulling Edd towards him.

He presses himself against the boy, burying his face in Edd's neck and breathing deep. Edd shudders, his legs flailing some as he tries to move away. Bro holds him in place, nibbling on the soft skin of the boy's neck. A sharp cry rips itself from Edd's lips as the man's teeth bite down harder. His hands clench into tight fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palms as the man starts sucking against his neck. He finds himself reminded of when the Kankers would shower him, Ed, and Eddy with their unwanted affections.

This, he notes, is very different. While the Kankers would kiss them anywhere their lips could reach along their faces and necks, they were merely pecks of their lips upon their skin. Eddy's brother isn't just leaving chaste kisses along his neck. He lingers in one spot, sucking on his neck and sometimes flicking his tongue out to tease the bruising skin. Edd squirms in his grip, trying to stop the moans that are threatening to escape him. He feels the man chuckling against his neck before Bro pulls back to look at his face again.

"You seem to enjoy that, Princess," he chuckles, tracing his jaw.

Edd whimpers, afraid to speak. The man smirks, leaning into Edd's face.

"Well, if you like it so much, I guess I'll just have to continue, hmm?" his words roll off his tongue, "But first, I want you to know my name. After all…" He moves to Edd's right and leans into his ear, breathing huskily. "I expect to hear it in your moans and screams."

Edd struggles desperately against the shackles on his wrists. He fears the metal may start cutting into his flesh, but he cares only about escape. The man laughs low in his throat and drags his tongue along the shell of Edd's ear.

"My name is Terry," he whispers haughtily, his hands tracing Edd's torso, "You better use it, sweetheart."

Shivering, Edd forces himself to nod, hoping the man will cease his caresses.

"V-Very well…T-Terry…" he whimpers, "P-Please…Please let me down from here? It hurts…"

A dark grin comes to the man's face as he pulls back to look over him. The kid looks good like this; hanging by his wrists, defenseless to whatever the man before him has in mind. And now to plead with him like this. Terry imagines he can make the boy do just about anything at this point. He glances down at the camera around his neck and remembers the entire reason he'd stopped here.

"Sorry, Princess," he shrugs, grabbing the camera, "Before I can let you down, I have to take my pictures."

Edd finds his anger again in that statement as the man brings the camera up to snap a few photos.

"Must you really document your depraved acts?!" the boy cries.

"C'mon, baby, give us a smile," Terry purrs, "This is for your boyfriend, after all."

Edd looks toward the ground, his cheeks burning with shame. How can he continue to insinuate such a thing?! Eddy is not his boyfriend! At least not in the way the man is suggesting. He flinches, hearing the click of the camera going off. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Terry waves the small Polaroid picture so it can slowly develop. A grin forms on the man's face as he approves of the photo that greets him.

The boy is just too damn cute.

Terry tucks the photo into his jacket pocket and replaces the camera around his neck before reaching for the boy's hands. Edd winces at his touch, drawing a chuckle from the man. With ease, he lifts him off the branch, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Edd lets out a squeal, feeling the arm wrap around his waist to hold him up on the man's shoulder. He can feel his anger boil over again. Fervently, he hits Terry's back with his cuffed hands and kicks his feet wildly in an effort to make the man release him.

"Let me down this instant!" he wails as he struggles in the man's grip. He gives a startled yelp when a large hand gives a firm squeeze to his behind. "Wh-Where do you think you're putting those filthy hands?! Put me down immediately, you brute!"

Terry finds himself smirking as the boy's struggles do nothing but entertain him more. He moves his hand over the boy's covered rear, groping the soft, malleable flesh there through the clothing. The whimpering and squealing reactions he's getting out of the boy are music to his ears. Edd begins to plead with him.

"I implore you!" he whimpers, "Cease your vile groping of my posterior and put me down!"

Terry ignores him, as he approaches the van. He opens the passenger door and tosses the boy into the seat. As he pulls his hand back, he locks the door before slamming it shut. Walking around to the other side of the van, he climbs inside. Edd has recovered from the rough handling and is sitting up, his hands fumbling with the lock on the door. Terry grimaces and grabs the back of Edd's shirt, yanking him back. With his other hand he reaches over the boy and grabs the seat belt, pulling it over him.

"Safety first, Princess," he purrs mockingly as he buckles the seat belt over Edd.

While the boy struggles to remove the seat belt and resume his attempts at escape, Terry starts the vehicle. He pulls away from the scene, driving off in the direction they had been traveling until this little detour. Edd's shoulders slump in disappointment. He'd finally unbuckled the seat belt with his fumbling hands and it was too late. Resigning himself to the futility of his endeavors, Edd curls up, pulling his knees to his chest.

Terry's words ring through his head. Eddy, his boyfriend? He has no idea how the man could have gotten such a ridiculous idea into his head! He and Eddy are and always have been the closest of friends, including Ed. Nothing more. Sure, Eddy would often be physical with him and Ed. Sometimes it would be borderline abusive and others, borderline intimate. And sure, in those times when the smaller boy would get grabby, he often reached for Edd first, pulling him in tight to his side.

A shy blush spreads over Edd's cheeks and he turns his head to the right. Yes, more often than not, Edd had been on the receiving end of a hug that pulled him tight against Eddy's stout frame. Yes, Eddy would often lean into his face, their cheeks and noses touching. Edd holds his legs tighter against his chest. There were so many times when Eddy would press himself against his friend.

Edd is beginning to question whether those incidents were as innocent as he once believed. The boy is startled from his thoughts by Terry's hand on his leg again. With a grimace, Edd shoves the man's hand away.

"Keep your filthy hands off of me!" he cries, backing up against the locked door.

Terry chuckles; "Little kitten's got claws."

"You're deplorable," Edd grumbles, grimacing at him.

"Careful with that smart mouth of yours, Princess," Terry remarks, "You wouldn't wanna say somethin' you'll end up regretting." He glances at the boy with a smirk. "Now, would you?"

Edd's brow furrows at that. There is a foreboding aura about the way the man spoke to him. The boy tugs on his hat as he considers the multitude of things Terry may do to him if he crosses the line again. Taking the man's beer had resulted in that…disgusting punishment. He worries what else Terry would want him to do. Reluctantly, he silences himself, but remains at a fair distance, leaning against the door behind him so he can keep his eyes on the man in the case of any further inappropriate actions.

Terry notices Edd's actions and chuckles. The kid learns quick. Not only is he choosing to stop talking, but now Edd's also making sure to keep a close eye on him. He has to give the boy credit; he's not as stupid as he would have expected of a kid Eddy would hang around with. A smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes drift carefully between Edd and the road.

Such intelligence should be rewarded…

"If you're good for me," he informs him smugly, "Maybe I'll take those cuffs off you, darlin'."

Edd forces a glare at him as he blushes. It's bad enough he keeps insinuating that Eddy is his boyfriend, but must he use those suggestive pet names as well? It makes Edd's skin crawl.

Curiously, Edd tries to distract himself by looking out the window, attempting to locate any landmarks that would give him some clue as to their location. The road before them is stretching on for miles and, on either side, Edd only sees expansive fields. Every now and then, they'll come across a sign indicating what city or town they were coming up on or billboards advertising various services.

Edd sighs a bit and slouches in disappointment. There isn't any way for him discern where exactly he is. He also realizes that even if he can figure out where he is, he has no way of passing that information along to Ed and Eddy. None of them have cellular phones — and even if he did, he's sure Terry would have taken it as soon as he'd abducted him — and there is no paper nor any writing implements in the van so he can leave them notes. He nearly lets out a gasp as realization hits him like a brick.

He does have a method of passing information! His fingers ghost over his hat, his eyes wide as he feels the label maker still safe beneath the black cloth. A small smile graces his features. Never before had he been more thankful for his compulsion for labeling. He can leave the labels as breadcrumbs for his friends to follow.

His eyes are cast to Terry. If he is to follow through with this little plan, he has to be careful about it. The label maker had proven to be fairly loud whenever he would punch the various characters along each strip. If he's not careful, Terry will hear it and most assuredly take away his last, lingering hope. After so many years of using the labeler on every item he owned and nearly every item he'd come in contact with in general, he'd mastered the art. He is capable of creating labels very fast when he knows exactly what he wants it to say. If he times it well, he can create one or two labels should he get out of Terry's sight and earshot.

He considers the very real possibility, though, that he may not get that chance. Biting his lip, he mulls over the idea of revealing the label maker to Terry anyway. His compulsion is genuine, and he feels certain that he can stretch the truth enough to suggest he's currently feeling the compulsion to label his surroundings.

But what if Terry doesn't buy that?

He imagines the man grabbing the labeler and throwing it out the window or crushing it underfoot. Laying his head back, he wracks his brain trying to think of some way to utilize the labeler. Perhaps if he can get into the back of the van again? At the very least, he would be concealed from Terry's eyes and could retrieve the labeler from his hat. He could plan the act of making the labels after that.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks; "May I sit in the back?" Terry glances at him suspiciously, so Edd decides he should elaborate. "I still feel slightly ill…I would very much like to lie down."

Terry scoffs, his eyes returning to the road for a moment; "If you wanna lay down so damn bad, why don't you lay your pretty little head in my lap?"

A shiver runs down Edd's spine as his eyes drift down towards the man's lap for just a moment. He feels another bout of sickness wash over him at the very idea.

"I would like lie down on a mattress," Edd replies through his teeth.

Terry looks to be thinking it over.

"Now, why would I want you sitting back there?" he sneers, "I wanna be able to look at you…"

"Please," Edd whines a bit, feeling more desperate.

He realizes too late that that may have been a mistake. Terry glares at him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were hidin' somethin' from me, Princess," he growls.

Edd hunches his shoulders.

"M-Me?" he stutters, "Never! I…I just really…r-really wish to lie down."

Terry huffs; "I don't think so. You seem fine to me."

With a sigh, Edd slouches against the door again. There goes that plan…With little else to do, Edd watches the clock. It's just after noon. He's no idea how long they've been traveling, having not seen a clock prior to their travels, but he assumes it had been at least two hours since they left the park. In the meantime, he tries to think of short messages to leave for Ed and Eddy.

After about forty-five minutes, Terry turns off of the main road again. Edd scrutinizes their path some, trying to map it in his mind as they near what he assumes is their destination. Instead, the man pulls off into another small clearing. Edd pales as the vehicle comes to a stop and Terry retrieves the camera again.

"Again?!" the boy gawks, drawing Terry's attention to him.

"Yes, Princess, again," the man retorts, grabbing Edd's arm and dragging the boy towards him, "Maybe if you cooperate this time we can be quick."

Edd groans in displeasure as Terry drags him out of the vehicle and to a large tree. The boy is grateful to note that there are no low-hanging branches here, but wonders what other horrors the man will have him endure. He's pushed up against the tree.

"Hold still, sweetheart," Terry demands before turning away to look over the camera.

Edd seizes this rare opportunity. Reaching up, he pulls the labeler out from under his hat. He tries to hide the device, but is halted by Terry's hand grabbing his wrist.

"And what do we have here?" the man speaks in a low, threatening tone.

The boy falters, unable to come up with a proper excuse as the labeler is snatched from his hands. Terry looks over it carefully before his eyes settle back on Edd.

He chuckles; "And here I was giving you credit for being the smart one of Pipsqueak's little brigade…" He cups Edd's chin and leans down. "And what did you think you were going to do with this, sweetheart?"

"N-Nothing," Edd stumbles over his words as he fights to offer an explanation, "I-I have a…a compulsion. A-A need to l-label things."

Terry studies him carefully, searching his eyes for deceit. His laughter is draining Edd of his little optimism.

"Let me guess," he chuckles, "You thought you could leave a little message for your boyfriend with this, hmm?"

Edd bows his head. There's no use in speaking anymore. He curses his own desperation. In his haste, he had allowed Terry to find his only remaining method of contacting his friends. The sound of the labeler's clicking snaps Edd out of his wallowing and he directs his attention to Terry, watching the man create a new label. It's short and once the label is created, Terry pockets the labeler, much to Edd's dismay. With a grin, he holds the label up. Edd backs into the tree fearfully, shutting his eyes tight as the label is placed onto his hat, just above his eyes.

He keeps his eyes shut as Terry steps back and snaps a couple of pictures. When the man is satisfied, the boy is dragged back to the van. Edd is thankful there was no more fondling during this detour. After he's placed into the passenger seat again and locked inside, curiosity takes him. He dares not remove the label — for fear of angering the man — and instead peers into the rearview mirror outside the window. Four white letters are all that can be read on the blue strip.

Mine

Edd shivers. Terry had informed him that the photos were for Eddy. He cringes as he thinks about what Eddy would say if he were to see these pictures. He decides after a moment that he doesn't want to consider it.

For the next few hours, Terry makes two more stops. Like the first, there is a bit of fondling, but not nearly as much. The man tells Edd that he needs the boy to make some cute faces for Eddy and had determined that the only way to do so is to make the kid blush and squirm.

Finally, around 3:30, they enter a dense gathering of trees. Edd shivers and edges away from the windows uncomfortably as they travel deep into the wooded area. This isn't like the other stops. Wherever they were going, Edd feels certain they would not be leaving any time soon. The terrain is much rougher here and Edd clings to the door handle in an effort to find stability.

They pull up to a dingy-looking trailer and come to a slow stop. Terry shuts the van off and removes the keys, pocketing them. This really is their destination. The man steps out of the van and walks around to the passenger side. Edd is hesitant to exit the vehicle. This place makes him uncomfortable. When Edd doesn't step out after Terry opens the door, the man grabs his arm, pulling him from the van.

Edd stumbles along after him as Terry approaches the door to the trailer. The boy takes a moment to study it. It's a bright purple, but the coloring is faded from weathering and age. Edd guesses the mobile home is a couple of decades old. He doesn't have much time to look over the dwelling, however, as Terry unlocks the door and pulls him inside. They enter through the kitchen and Edd is shoved forward, into the table. As the boy recovers, Terry shuts the door and locks it with the key and a special lock at the top of the door frame, which Edd realizes as he looks at it, that he would not be able to reach.

With a sigh, Edd returns his attention to Terry, who is walking over to the refrigerator, opening the door with a grin. Inside, Edd can see that there isn't much food within and the most it has are a few cases of beer. He begins to wonder how often Terry would come to this place if the refrigerator is always stocked with alcohol. There are a few food items there as well. Edd catches glimpses of a few of them; slices of American cheese, eggs, milk, water, and deli meats. His stomach growls, reminding Edd that he hadn't eaten for a full day. Terry seems to hear it and chuckles.

"Hungry, sweetheart?" he chortles, "Well, you've been a pretty good boy during our little ride. Maybe I can be…persuaded to fix you somethin' to eat."

Edd hardly notices the suggestive tone as he brings his still shackled hands to his chest. Terry notices this and stands straight again, beer in hand.

"Guess I can get those off first," he grumbles as he retrieves the key for the handcuffs.

The boy's eyes are locked on the beer that Terry places on the table. Why did this man insist on drinking that vile beverage around him? When his hands are finally free, Edd rubs his sore wrists. The flesh there is still a bit red from when he had hung from the branch, but he finds that it's less painful than it had been.

Terry takes a seat at the table, putting his feet up as he opens the beer with his teeth like he had before. He takes a long swig. Thanks to his little princess, he'd been sober for much too long. The way he sees it, it's about time to fix that. Edd, however, seems to have other plans. The sight of Terry downing that wretched alcohol, combined with his upset over the situation in general lights the fire in Edd.

"I demand you take me back to the park this instant!" he shouts.

Terry laughs; "It's a little late for that, Princess. And you should be talking a little nicer to me, don'tcha think?" With a smirk, he lowers his feet to the ground. "Why don't you come over here and sit in my lap? Keep me company?"

Edd starts to see red.

"Enough!" he cries, "I've had just about enough of your lewd suggestions and your alcoholic activities!" Terry merely laughs at his words, infuriating the boy even more. "And I'm sick of you laughing at me like that!"

Without thinking, he smacks the beer from Terry's hand. He recoils from the act when he realizes what he's done. The man had been distracted, drawing Edd to conclude that that is why he'd been able to knock the bottle from the man's large hand. The bottle shatters on the tiled floor and the remaining beer puddles amongst the shards of glass. Terry's face darkens and he turns to Edd with murder in his eyes.

"That is the second beer you've wasted!" he growls as he stands.

He grabs the table with one hand and, in one swift motion, flips it into the wall. Edd quivers in fear, backing away and holding his hands up in defense.

"I-I'm sorry!" he whimpers, "I d-d-don't know what came over me! I d-didn't mean it!"

"What's it gonna take for you to learn that you don't fucking waste my beer?!" Terry roars as he approaches him.

Edd backs up into a corner, clutching his hat. His body is shaking like a leaf as the man bears down on him. Terry observes Edd in his rage. The kid is clinging desperately to that hat and pulling it down harder over his head, stretching it. Curiosity bleeds into his anger and he grabs the front of the boy's shirt, yanking him close. His fingers dig into the fabric of the hat, clutching it tightly into his hand.

"The fuck are you hiding now?!" he demands.

Edd begins to panic; "N-No! Please! Not tha—!"

Before he can finish, the hat is pulled off his head. His black hair falls free, one or two bobby pins falling to the floor. His hair had always been difficult to manage, not excessively long, but fringed at the ends. The bobby pins would keep any of the longer strands in place under the hat. Edds hands came up to hide the real reason he wore the hat. A scar that came down from his hairline. The boy is certain it goes back a bit farther, but he's fortunate to say that his hair hid most of it. Terry grabs Edd's hands and pulls them away so he can see what he's hiding. He grins a bit in sadistic delight at the scar.

"Looks like someone already broke you," he speaks in a low, dark voice, tracing the scarred flesh, "But I'll do my best to make it happen again…"

Edd flinches and tries to pull away from him.

"P-Please!" he begs, "Have mercy!"

Terry grimaces and grabs Edd's wrist, dragging him down the hallway. Edd screams, begging for him to let go. They approach a room, bare with the exception of a poorly made bed. He grabs both of Edd's shoulders after entering the barren room, holding the boy in front of him.

"Maybe a lil time alone will drive the message home that you do not fuck with my beer!" he growls.

With as much force as he has, he throws Edd onto the bed. The boy cries out in pain as his head hits the wall behind the bed hard. He's blinded by the pain for a moment, his eyelids fluttering. After a moment, he slips into unconsciousness.

Terry watches him for a moment before retrieving the camera around his neck. One last picture couldn't hurt; especially with the boy laid out and looking as pretty as he does now. He approaches the bed. Cupping Edd's cheek, he turns the boy's head so that the scar is visible. Oh yes, it will really kill Eddy to see his little girlfriend like this. With a grin, he raises the camera for the final photo. The shutter clicks and the photo is dispensed. He chuckles as he turns back to the door, shaking the developing photo as he exits the room.

This had been his bedroom when he and his parents had still been living here. Where grungy posters once littered the walls, a bland, peeling wallpaper is now affixed. There's a small window over the bed, but it was never possible to open it. The only way in or out of the small room is the door, which Terry is now standing near. He looks back at Edd with a grim fondness as he retrieves one of the many keys he kept on his person. The boy will be out for a while, he imagines.

Just long enough for him to finish his little errand and return for him.

"Sleep tight, my little Princess," he purrs deviously as he closes and locks the door behind him.

R&R and thank you!