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While planning for a new fic series, I came up with this during the weekend and just finished a bit of editing work on it. I don't think this'll appear in the final product, but I thought I'd share with you guys and get some feedback.
Anyway...
(Cue BGM: The End- The Doors)
Eddy lived here his whole life.
But now he feels like a stranger.
Funny how much change can occur in three years time.
People grow. They open to new ideas, reject others.
The environment shifts and the world changes.
Out with the old, in with the new they’d call it.
But no matter how much you change someone, change something.
There will be things-be them large qualities or small habits-that refuse to shift, to change, to leave, to disappear.
Funny how Peach Creek is just another slice of the American Dream, a spot picked out in the middle of nowhere, where families of parents that throw themselves into their work while their children throw wild parties, experiment with sex, drugs and alcohol in some futile attempt to cure the boredom.
A place where hierarchies of various kinds form: The children form ones based on skill or wisdom based on gross misinterpretations of the world, Teens based upon one’s affinity towards strange fashion styles, bad music and willingness to go against proper judgment for the sake of a good time. Conformity in a word.
And finally the adults, the parents who have lived through each of these hierarchies and show know better then their offspring form pyramids based upon the presentation of ones abode, material wealth, possessions.
The American Dream as it’s called, and Eddy could now see its true form.
A barren wasteland devoid of the proper distractions this cul-de-sac’s urban cousin presented. A silent and still mass of land where everyone puts on prim and proper smiles in the face of others then seclude themselves behind the sanctity of their rooms, they making that downward spiral alone.
For three years Eddy had escaped from this. For three years he gave himself up. For three years he found himself again, rebuilt himself and redefined the identity of Eddy Skipper Conner.
Only to come back to this place.
He became sick of it.
Every time he shut his eyes, he imagined himself back in China, on that mountain, with his friends, with his teacher. He would run through the dirt paths of the mountain’s bamboo forest. Leap over of cliffs and pits in graceful bounds. Learn the art of attack and defense from the master then put those lessons into practice with his friends.
That routine shaped his life for three years.
Everyday would be completely the same, yet everyday would be entirely different
And when Eddy opened his eyes, that cruel, heartless bitch named Reality brought him right back to this silent room, back in this empty house, back in the middle of nowhere.
Back in the American Dream.
Every time his eyes searched the room, the walls would move in just a bit tighter. Each time he listened the silence answered, growing louder by the moment.
The minutes turned to hours turned to days turned to eternity.
He had a cache of weapons hidden in his closet. And they would never see battle.
His body had been beaten into shape and honed for combat. And he would never know fighting.
This was his lot in life until he found his freedom. To lay here, to wait, to waste aw-
“Eddy?”
A voice.
“Eddy, it’s us. Are you awake?”
He knew that voice.
“Wakey wakey, eggs’n bakey!”
And that voice isn’t alone.
“Come on, Eddy it’s time for school.”
Salvation? Or perhaps damnation. Wait, the door is opening!
“Oh my…”
“Mornin’ Eddy!”
“What are you doing?” Eddward asked his friend sheepishly.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” Came Eddy’s answer. “I’m wallowin’ in my own insanity!”
“Already?” Ed inquired. "Thought you'd last longer than this
“What happened to your bed?” Edd queried next.
“I burnt it…”
“Cool…”
“What?! Why on earth did you do such a thing?!” Edd had only caught himself from yelling just in time.
“Because my parents fucked on it… I caught’em in the act last night…. They were fuckin’ on my bed, Double D… You got any idea what that does to you?!”
“Well…” Eddward began slowly, if not awkwardly. “I’d imagine it would ruin your day… Why were they doing that?”
“I dunno… I don’t think I want to either…” Eddy replied.
“Despite that, I think actually burning your bed would be a tad extreme. Why didn’t you just was-“ Eddward’s suggestion ceased before it could finish. But Eddy already had a retort.
The retort was in the form of Eddy’s recollection of his first night back home. It began right after Eddward’s father had dropped him off at his house and Eddy entered to find it dark and devoid of life… At least he thought it was at first. Then he heard it.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Oh my lord!
It sounded down the hall.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Oh baby!
Around the corner.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Don’t stop!
Eddy’s knowledge of the story of Pandora’s box I’m afraid is quite lacking compared to Eddward’s. But it would find new meaning in his mind when he opened his bedroom door.
“Oh my god, Eddy!”
“Um.. Heya, son…”
“Mom… Dad….. WHAT THE FUCK!!”
If that wasn’t enough to scar Eddy for some time-if not his life-his parents-once fixing themselves-treated their now sixteen-year old son to an hours long lecture of… The Talk. When it finally ended and Eddy could leave, he returned to his room. He showered and brushed his teeth, then put on some clothes he found in his closet as his usual pajamas would no longer fit him.
But what would be a simple phase to slip into bed and drift to sleep had become the hardest. Sure, he could spray the room with air freshener until the scent of flowers could be smelled throughout the entire cul-de-sac. He could turn over the mattress and replace the blankets and sheets. But that would do nothing
The image of his parents doing it on that very bed reemerged every time emerald eyes glanced at it. The moans of his mother, his father’s poor attempts to talk dirty to his wife replayed in his mind again and again like one of his when the memory resurfaced. The nauseating stench of his parents lit his senses. No matter what Eddy did here, the evidence left from three years of romantic trysts would remain, as long as this bed remained.
Before him stood the most magnificent piece of bedroom furniture he had ever laid eye upon. And now Eddy must destroy it….
“Wow…. Just wow” Eddward had left me with the impression of having a way with words. But that story left him with little to say.
“… So does this mean you’re gonna have a psychotic episode and go on a killing spree?” Ed inquired.
“Ed, I think that’s a little…” Edd wasn’t allowed to finish that sentiment.
“That reminds me, Double D; I need one of your spare mattresses.” Eddy cut in.
So, that's it. Lemme know whatcha think
Anyway...
(Cue BGM: The End- The Doors)
Eddy lived here his whole life.
But now he feels like a stranger.
Funny how much change can occur in three years time.
People grow. They open to new ideas, reject others.
The environment shifts and the world changes.
Out with the old, in with the new they’d call it.
But no matter how much you change someone, change something.
There will be things-be them large qualities or small habits-that refuse to shift, to change, to leave, to disappear.
Funny how Peach Creek is just another slice of the American Dream, a spot picked out in the middle of nowhere, where families of parents that throw themselves into their work while their children throw wild parties, experiment with sex, drugs and alcohol in some futile attempt to cure the boredom.
A place where hierarchies of various kinds form: The children form ones based on skill or wisdom based on gross misinterpretations of the world, Teens based upon one’s affinity towards strange fashion styles, bad music and willingness to go against proper judgment for the sake of a good time. Conformity in a word.
And finally the adults, the parents who have lived through each of these hierarchies and show know better then their offspring form pyramids based upon the presentation of ones abode, material wealth, possessions.
The American Dream as it’s called, and Eddy could now see its true form.
A barren wasteland devoid of the proper distractions this cul-de-sac’s urban cousin presented. A silent and still mass of land where everyone puts on prim and proper smiles in the face of others then seclude themselves behind the sanctity of their rooms, they making that downward spiral alone.
For three years Eddy had escaped from this. For three years he gave himself up. For three years he found himself again, rebuilt himself and redefined the identity of Eddy Skipper Conner.
Only to come back to this place.
He became sick of it.
Every time he shut his eyes, he imagined himself back in China, on that mountain, with his friends, with his teacher. He would run through the dirt paths of the mountain’s bamboo forest. Leap over of cliffs and pits in graceful bounds. Learn the art of attack and defense from the master then put those lessons into practice with his friends.
That routine shaped his life for three years.
Everyday would be completely the same, yet everyday would be entirely different
And when Eddy opened his eyes, that cruel, heartless bitch named Reality brought him right back to this silent room, back in this empty house, back in the middle of nowhere.
Back in the American Dream.
Every time his eyes searched the room, the walls would move in just a bit tighter. Each time he listened the silence answered, growing louder by the moment.
The minutes turned to hours turned to days turned to eternity.
He had a cache of weapons hidden in his closet. And they would never see battle.
His body had been beaten into shape and honed for combat. And he would never know fighting.
This was his lot in life until he found his freedom. To lay here, to wait, to waste aw-
“Eddy?”
A voice.
“Eddy, it’s us. Are you awake?”
He knew that voice.
“Wakey wakey, eggs’n bakey!”
And that voice isn’t alone.
“Come on, Eddy it’s time for school.”
Salvation? Or perhaps damnation. Wait, the door is opening!
“Oh my…”
“Mornin’ Eddy!”
“What are you doing?” Eddward asked his friend sheepishly.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” Came Eddy’s answer. “I’m wallowin’ in my own insanity!”
“Already?” Ed inquired. "Thought you'd last longer than this
“What happened to your bed?” Edd queried next.
“I burnt it…”
“Cool…”
“What?! Why on earth did you do such a thing?!” Edd had only caught himself from yelling just in time.
“Because my parents fucked on it… I caught’em in the act last night…. They were fuckin’ on my bed, Double D… You got any idea what that does to you?!”
“Well…” Eddward began slowly, if not awkwardly. “I’d imagine it would ruin your day… Why were they doing that?”
“I dunno… I don’t think I want to either…” Eddy replied.
“Despite that, I think actually burning your bed would be a tad extreme. Why didn’t you just was-“ Eddward’s suggestion ceased before it could finish. But Eddy already had a retort.
The retort was in the form of Eddy’s recollection of his first night back home. It began right after Eddward’s father had dropped him off at his house and Eddy entered to find it dark and devoid of life… At least he thought it was at first. Then he heard it.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Oh my lord!
It sounded down the hall.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Oh baby!
Around the corner.
BUMP BUMP BUMP
Don’t stop!
Eddy’s knowledge of the story of Pandora’s box I’m afraid is quite lacking compared to Eddward’s. But it would find new meaning in his mind when he opened his bedroom door.
“Oh my god, Eddy!”
“Um.. Heya, son…”
“Mom… Dad….. WHAT THE FUCK!!”
If that wasn’t enough to scar Eddy for some time-if not his life-his parents-once fixing themselves-treated their now sixteen-year old son to an hours long lecture of… The Talk. When it finally ended and Eddy could leave, he returned to his room. He showered and brushed his teeth, then put on some clothes he found in his closet as his usual pajamas would no longer fit him.
But what would be a simple phase to slip into bed and drift to sleep had become the hardest. Sure, he could spray the room with air freshener until the scent of flowers could be smelled throughout the entire cul-de-sac. He could turn over the mattress and replace the blankets and sheets. But that would do nothing
The image of his parents doing it on that very bed reemerged every time emerald eyes glanced at it. The moans of his mother, his father’s poor attempts to talk dirty to his wife replayed in his mind again and again like one of his when the memory resurfaced. The nauseating stench of his parents lit his senses. No matter what Eddy did here, the evidence left from three years of romantic trysts would remain, as long as this bed remained.
Before him stood the most magnificent piece of bedroom furniture he had ever laid eye upon. And now Eddy must destroy it….
“Wow…. Just wow” Eddward had left me with the impression of having a way with words. But that story left him with little to say.
“… So does this mean you’re gonna have a psychotic episode and go on a killing spree?” Ed inquired.
“Ed, I think that’s a little…” Edd wasn’t allowed to finish that sentiment.
“That reminds me, Double D; I need one of your spare mattresses.” Eddy cut in.
So, that's it. Lemme know whatcha think