A/N: Since I luuurve Crash and Eddie, I must write fanfics to torture them. Eddie's POV.
"Eddie, tell me who did it."
"No..."
"Tell me."
"No!"
"I want you to tell me who did this, and I want you to tell me now."
"I won't -- ouch!"
"Will you tell me now?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Was it Crash?"
"No! I don't know who -- OUCH!"
"I want you to tell me who it was. When you tell me who did it, I'll stop."
"Oh, God, that hurt..."
"Tell me now! Eddie!"
I looked up, everything blurred due to the tears misting in my eyes. I had never felt such a pain. I braced myself for more of it, as I whispered feebly, "I. Don't. Know."
Lies. I lied to him one last time, before he hurt me so badly, everything around me turned into a black haze.
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"Oh my god." The voice said, trembling terribly. "Eddie, what happened to you?"
No. I don't want to get up. Let me sleep. I like it here in the darkness.
"Common! E-Eddie... get up..."
Leave me alone. The color black has always been my favorite. And what's this other feeling? Wet? Blood. My blood. Covering my body.
"Did he do this to you?"
Go away. I want peace back. That silent, perfect, peace.
"Oh, god, this is all my fault..."
It's not your fault, Crash. It wasn't your fault. But please... just leave me here. I can't take this. I want to be alone... oh, Crash, it hurts so bad...
I struggled to open my eyes and saw my twin brother standing over me, his face twisted into concern. My eyesight was blurred, from what I didn't know, but it seemed like everything was spinning. "Crash?" I asked weakly.
He pulled me to my feet, and my legs instantly folded. He grabbed me supportively, and I leaned over onto his shoulder. My body ached indescribably, and I groaned out loud.
"Eddie... what happened?"
I looked up at him. "Nothing..." I said gruffly.
"What happened?" He asked, ignoring my neglect of the question.
It had all started earlier today. Crash, being Crash, had jumped from a tree and had tried to fly. But he had landed on a particularly mean vulture's baby, and broke it's neck. The vulture, having his daughter crushed, looked to see who had done it, but Crash had run. I was on the other side, and had seen the whole thing. When the vulture saw me, he asked me if I knew who did it. When I refused to tell, he hurt me.
I told him just that, and his eyes only got bigger as I spoke.
"Oh, Eddie..."
"I'm fine." I reassured.
More lies. I wasn't fine. I was broken.
I was shattered beyond belief. I looked down and saw that my blood was forming a puddle. A huge puddle. My legs... were they okay? I couldn't stand on them. Crash was almost carrying me.
"Eddie?"
"Hm?" I asked, my voice breaking weakly. I closed my eyes tightly.
"We've gotta get back to the tree. Once we're back to the tree... everything'll be fine."
I pressed myself harder up against his shoulder, and started to drift away. Sleep again. Magnificent.
I didn't sell Crash out. I didn't tell that vulture that he was the one who killed his son. I was a good brother. I did the right thing. Right? Is this what's supposed to happen when you do the right thing?
"Eddie? Common, wake up..."
It hurt so bad. Sleep was calming. Was this sleep? No. It felt like more than sleep. Heavier.
"Eddie? Please..."
This was for you, Crash. My other half. Selling you out would have hurt worse. I love you, Crash.
And my broken body went limp in your arms.