It's dark with the exception of only a few flashes of dim light, like watching lightning in the distance except in different colors. I couldn't feel any part of my body as if my whole body was covered in frostbite. I couldn't even lift my eyelids.
But I could hear things at least, muffled and bubbly sure but I could hear. That was the only relief I got in this deafening silent numbness.

What happened anyway? I remember the new Edd crying, I helped him up, he muttered a few things, then....oh.... right. He stabbed me and I blacked out.
New question where am I and how did I get here, then where do I go to get out?

"....waking up?" The voices started to clear up and I started to slowly regain feeling in my body, at least ninety-five percent of my body after five or ten minutes and it didn't continue to spread. I started to feel dimly concerned.

Letting out an audible sigh I jolted startling myself and quickly regretting it.
"Oh thy sheriff is cometh to." An annoyingly familiar voice infiltrated my eardrums.

"Where the hell am I?" I groaned raising my right hand to rub my head. Only one minor problem, okay severe problem, I hand no right hand.
I instantly opened my eyes and stared at the nub where my hand formerly was. My jaw went slack as the shock settled in.

The sick bastard took my hand.
"I may have a special liking for you so I might take a souvenir when you are gone so it will be painless."
His voice rang through my head as I ground my molars, my blood beginning to boil.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Kevin." Another voice greeted. Edd's cousin came into view with Stephen on my other side.

"Please tell me one of you has my hand." I begged, my tone filled with hopeful sarcasm.
Brian laughed heartedly, "Boy to we wish that we did. When Bones found you, your hand was long gone."

Stephen nodded mournfully, "And ye had one heck of a wound below your rib cage. Also Eddward was absent."

I sat up slowly, rubbing the nub. "That's because Edd is the one that stabbed me and took my hand." Both of them stared at me in disbelief. "It's a long story but just let me say his second character isn't the most mentally stable person under the Facility and may have a scary kind of crush on me."

"Eddward is a Rebel?" Stephen asked curiously.

"I'm guessing so since his mom turned out to be the woman that the rest of us recognized as his nanny." I spat angrily.

Brian rubbed his stubbled chin. "I always thought his dad looked at her a bit strangely."
I huffed stilled staring at the nub. Wherever Edd went I gotta find him, that much I know. But what am I going to do without my good hand? I glanced at skeleton boy's prosthetic arm then back my wrist.

"Hey Stephen," I started catching his attention. "How long does it take to get use to a replacement hand?"

He scratches his head with boney fingers thoughtfully, "I cannot recall. I have been so familiar with thine arm for so long it feel real to me though I can feel nothing with it."

I nodded, "How soon can I get one?"

The creep gave a grin, "Whenever thy please." I gave him a firm nod and the next thing I know, he's dragging me down a flight of spiraling stairs.

My stab wound still ached but I didn't bother cringing when there's something more important to worry about.....

(Edd no. 1)
I can't believe it. I stabbed Kevin even if it wasn't actually me, I stabbed my own partner.

"Oh stop crying." The new Eddward growled. "He deserved it after all those years of torment and target practice."

But he's our partner. Our childhood companion.

"Ha, I thought you were going to say friend for a minute there." He snickered. "But no, he wasn't even close to that, not even close."

Then why did you take his hand?

"For the joy of holding something that belonged to a lost love you could say."

Lost love?! That is a sick, sick way of lost love!!

He merely shrugged and continued walking through the slowly emptying walkways of the Market sector.
"At least he won't have to worry about being hunted for finding our home." Eddward looked down at the still gloved hand and released a wistful sigh. "Even though he had a special fire behind those eyes that could swoon millions."

You are a sick person.

"That means you are too, dear Eddward~"

I have enough sanity to leave dead people in one piece. And not kill my own partner!!!

"Quiet down already. You are such an annoying pipsqueak no wonder those idiots took advantage of your skills."

I slumped down, knowing well enough he was correct. The only reason Ed and Eddy stood by me was because of what I could contribute to our little group. Eddy with ideas, Ed in strength, me in brains and coordination. Otherwise I would have been cast aside like anyone else who didn't belong, like an outsider. Such a sad existence I have even against...myself, I don't belong here.

(Eddward no. 2)

Yea yea keep downing on yourself 'little Eddward'. Then I can have my turn over our body. And fit right in at Home here, though probably not in the Market sector but still. No one from the Facility will even think about your disappearance, not the higher ups, not your fellow trainees, not even your idiotic friends will even know you were gone. Heheh.....