Jon Eddsworld Novels & Stories

His car was parked by the side of the road, a few meters away from Aurora's apartment. The kids were not back from school, he reckoned as he looked around. He had not visited since the last time and nothing seemed to have changed. The house was still the same as it was years ago except her father's Porsche was no longer parked outside. Mr. Edderson Williams was a hardworking and respectable businessman in society. He was known for being successful and rigorous. Sadly, he didn't like Eduardo very much even after he validated his love for his daughter and the latter didn't care one bit.

But in the end, I found nothing. The only thing left was a diary filled with "Shawn." I read it page after page and then unconsciously, I drifted off to sleep—too exhausted, too broken from mourning Joanne’s death. But a sharp noise jolted me awake. My wolf startled violently, ears flat, tail bristling. When I fully opened my eyes, I saw him. Edwin. Stumbling in, drunk—again. I lay silent, watching as he tore off his coat and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

“I understand.” There was a pause. Then he continued in a more sober tone, “You saved my life once. This is me paying half of that debt. After this, we’re 50% even.” Then the call ended. Jared stared at the screen for a long moment before opening the message. A grainy, black-and-white photo of a much younger and leaner Edward Kowalsky appeared. His eyes were sharp and disciplined, but there was a recognizable hardness in his mouth that had probably curdled into madness over time.

Thoughts began running through his mind but then they were interrupted as he heard a loud noise come from outside the room. He opened his eyes and quickly turned on his seat, staring at the dark hallway behind him. He waited patiently again and was about returning to the position that he was in when he heard the loud noise again. He quickly stood up from his seat and ran towards the entrance but then stopped short as he heard a small cackle come from downstairs. Edward was one who had faced war all his life and was familiar with swords and axes but he was one who did not know what to do when faced with the supernatural.

Jordan sighed helplessly. "You are my son, how could I ever despise you?" Edmund was stunned for a moment. He looked at himself wrapped in bandages all over, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. "I'm not even as good as him. I've lost my legs and I may not even recover. I can't walk, can't drive, I can't even go to the bathroom by myself. I must rely on a wheelchair to go anywhere. What's the point of living like this? It's better to just die and be done with it. Why did you save me?"

It was going to be awkward as hell. -------------------- Edwardo sat at his workout machine, working his arms with the bar and pully system attached to the adjustable weights. Last night was going great, that is, until he freaked out. He messed up. He messed up so hard. Working out usually let him get his thoughts together, almost like meditation. He could either count the reps and let his mind go blank, or lose himself in the repetitive motions while he let his thoughts wander. The latter was what he was currently engaged in. He had music playing softly over his speaker system, not wanting to wake his guest upstairs. His very beautiful guest upstairs. His very beautiful guest upstairs who h