Hey guys! I know this chapter is a bit short but I think it's time he made his debut. You know, that guy Edd always thinks back to. I don't want to ruin anything for you guys but just so there is no confusion, this chapter is about him. Not much else to say other than enjoy so-

Enjoy!


From the comfort of his home, nestled in a thick holiday blanket, lounged a twenty four year old man. His long slender legs were tucked up close to his chest as he struggled to fight off the chill of winter, tugging the edges over his blanket even further over his narrow shoulders. The only light within the room was the constant glow of the television. The blinds had been pulled and the shutters locked to block out the sun light reflecting off the snow which currently covered everything outside. The light streaming through his bedroom window had woken him up and given him a monster of a migraine.

Down stairs he could hear the pitter patter of footsteps as they made their way up the stairs, a pair of muffled voices following closely behind. From the foot of his bed he could hear a woman conversing with a younger male. The woman sounded upset while the male tried to sound encouraging. Perhaps it was justly so- her son was missing after all.

The younger male struggled to say the right thing but the idiot stumbled over his words, effectively putting his head so far up his ass all that came tumbling out his mouth was shit. The woman then demanded he leave and never come back. The young male did as he was told; cursing the woman's name as he violently slammed the door.

He sighed. He would have gone down to assess the damage that foolish male had caused but the parade was about to start. It didn't matter if the woman just outside his door was on her knees sobbing her heart out. It didn't matter if the young male outside was cursing up a storm, screaming so loud the entire cul-de-sac could hear him from a mile away. It just didn't matter.

To compensate for the noise he turned up the volume and cuddled further into his blanket. After so many years of hearing the same bullshit day in and day out he had learned to block it all out. Eventually the boy outside will quit his bitching and so will the woman. He just had to endure another half hour of their pitiful self-loathing.

"Good morning everyone and happy Thanksgiving!" Shouted the cheery voice of the female news anchor. "I'm Angelica Ruths and I'm coming at you live from the beautifully decorated streets of Manhattan."

He sniffed softly, glancing down at the pills in his hand. His fingers wrapped around them so tightly he could feel the sharp edge of his nails digging deep into his palm. He swallowed them dry.

The news anchor was a pretty blond woman with a big smile appearing to her plastic face. While she looked appealing in her designer coat and hat he simply couldn't stand the shrill of her soprano voice. It didn't help his headache that the camera was panning after her as she skipped down the side walk, gawking and squealing over the gaudy trimmings of New York's holiday display. If it wasn't for tradition he wouldn't be trudging through it as he was now. He would have just slept in and continued on like it was any other day. But no. Tradition had to fucking mean something to him. Ok maybe not to him but his special someone. Whether that boy was here or not he was determined to keep the practice alive.

Ebony colored locks spilled over his eyes as the shadow casted by his beanie danced over his face. The light of the television was hurting his eyes but he'd trudge through it. He sighed, slipping an arm out from the warmth of his blanket to grab his cup of tea. He stared down at the liquid's surface to see his face reflected back, not quite glaring but staring with some hidden intent buried deep in his gaze.

He hated Thanksgiving. The holiday was a joke. It was just an excuse for the spoiled and greedy to say that they weren't. If it weren't for his special someone he would have thrown down the gauntlet the day the boy disappeared and said 'to hell with it'.

"I can't wait to see the spectacular floats this year!" The anchor woman squealed into her mic. "Wow just look at this crowd." She did an arm sweep of the thousands upon thousands of people who had gathered on 34th street. Each hat covered head was screaming at the top of their lungs, waving their arms and homemade banners as the camera man panned over them.

He sneered. Ugh. Who could stand to be there? All those people screaming and making fools of themselves. And what for? A handful of balloons? Disgusting.

A marching band stomped into view and immediately began to play. The parade would be starting soon, he thought. I wonder if he is watching. He inhaled deeply, the breath escaping past his lips moments later in a teeth gritting sigh which had nothing to do with the cold.

I wish you could see what you have done to me.

His eyes chanced a glance to his left where his pristine bedside table sat nearly empty- save for a single silver framed photo. His lips curled angrily into a snarl the longer he stared at it.

"When I find you, you will."


*Taps finger tips together and speaks in a Monty Burns accent* Excellent.

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