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【2】

One taught him love. One taught him patience and one taught him pain. He wanted to crush them all.
As soon as Tord recovered from his injuries, he was back up on his feet. It was almost like a miracle, how that man could just get up and leave. Tord doesn't like recalling his failures, that's why Patryk does it for him. But this time, he was planning something big. Something bigger than a giant red robot. Tord walked through the halls of his base, taking in the scent. After spending two weeks in Britain, it was all he wantdd to do. He placed his hand on the wall and tapped on it lightly. Smiling to himself, Tord continued down the hall and into his office. That may have been the part he missed the most. Whenever he walked, a soldier would be there to salute. Wherever he went, a soldier would be there to salute. It made him feel powerful. That was one of the best feelings in the world to Tord. He admired great leaders. Such as Joseph Stalin or Kim Jung Un. He didn't understand why eveyone made them out to be bad people. They were protecting their country. Tord sat down in his office chair and looked around. He paused when he rwmembered something in his drawer. His bruised right hand brushed against the handle lightly. He couldn't do it. He had to do it. Opening the drawer, Tord rummaged through the items and held up a photograph. More like a polaroid, if you will. He stared at it in silence. "Den tispa.." he mumbled to himself, putting the picture away. He shouldn't have looked at it. For the longest time, Tord couldn't get his mind off of them. He needed them. He wanted to make them go mad. Just as they have done to him.
"Tord!" Tom shouted as he looked around the hill. He could remember Tord being shot down. He most likely landed somewhere there. "Tord, I-I'm sorry!" he exclaimed once more. He searched through the rubble and broken robot parts. "Tord?" he gasped, seeing the lifeless body on the ground. "I killed him.." he muttered. He ran over and held Tord's limp body in his arms. "No.. No, no, no, no, no this-this can't be happening.." he cried. Crystal-like tears began to form near the corners of Tom's “eyes.” He sniffled. "I'm sorry.." he sobbed, holding the body close to him, "I..I love you.."
Tom shot up and panted. Not again. He looked around to see that he was indeed in his own room. He then siged, placing a hand on his bare chest. "Fucking hell.." he groaned. He flopped back down onto the bed and sighed. He turned to the other male next to him. "Morning." he greeted. The other male huffed a small, "Morning" back. Tom sighed again but quieter. "Another dream?" the other male asked. Tom nodded. "There mostly all about what happened back at our old house." he confessed. The other male sat up.
"With Tord?"
"Mm. It's usually just me and Tord. For some reason you're not there."
"That's strange."
"I know."
The other male moved closer to Tom and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "You okay?" he asked. Tom nodded and kissed the other male on the cheek. The other male smiled. "I love you." he said. Tom cracked a warm smile. "I love you too Edd."

The two eventually got out of bed and entered the kitchen. Matt was already there making something. Edd scratched his head. "Matt? Gee, what'd I tell you about usin' the stove?" he asked. Matt turned to see Edd. "It's fine. I haven't burning something yet." he replied. Tom nodded. "That's true." he remarked. Edd turned to him. "Babe, who's side are you on?" he asked. Tom shrugged. "No one's. I'm just the right opinion." he said. Edd rolled his ehes playfully and smiled. Matt huffed. "Okay, here me out just a bit here," he started, "What the fuck am I supposed to do when my scrambled eggs aren't fucking scrambling?" Tom snickered. "I don't know. Just try again." Edd replied.
"I have been. For the past seven minutes. I wouldn't be here if I had got them right the first time."
"Oh."
Matt groaned and started mumbling some words to himself. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Tom joked. Matt turned to him. "Yeah? Well lucky for you, you and Edd take up the whole fucking bed, so there is no "wrong side!"" he exclaimed. Tom blinked. "You're just jealous that you're still single. Where'd your good looks and charm go? Hm?" he replied. "Hey, be nice to each other." Edd stated. Matt rolled his eyes. "I would've been if I didn't hear you two going at it like jackrabbits last night.." he groaned. He turned to Tom and pointed at him. "When you're about to cum, you don't need to announce it to the whole fucking world." he remarked. Tom blushed in embarrassment. "Shut the fuck up!" he exclaimed. "Guys seriously." Edd huffed. He felt something soft brush against his leg. He smiled and picked Ringo up. "At least you're calm." he cooed, nuzzling Ringo's nose. Matt sighed. Tom smiled.
If you were to ask Tord what his favorite song was, he would've answered "My way." Months, and months, did Tord spend working on a plan. Months and months. He needed this to be perfect. He wanted the world. And goddammit, was he going to have it. His father would be so proud. "Tankene jobber Rød Leder sir." one of the soldiers said. Tord nodded. "Perfekt. Ta dem ut for å målrette øvelsen og slå det du kan. Merke noen med forferdelig mål." he replied.
"Merke dem?"
"Ja. Vi får se om de er i stand til å være på slagmarken."
"Hvor vil du ta dem?"
"That is not for you to know. Gå nå."
"Ja sir Rød Leder sir."
The soldier saluted and turned around, leaving Tord's office. Tord sighed and lit a cigar. "Og nå er slutten her. Og så møter jeg det siste gardinet. Min venn, jeg skal gjøre det klart. Jeg vil si saken min, som jeg er sikker på. Jeg har levd et liv som er fullt. Jeg reiste hver eneste motorvei. Og mer, mye mer. Jeg gjorde det, jeg gjorde det på min måte.." he quietly sang to himself. He smiled deviously. "My way.." he mumbled. Suddenly, Paul walked in with a clipboard and a pen. "Rød Leder sir." he called. Tord looked up at him from his desk. He smiled. "Ah, Paul. Speak." he ordered.
"How long shall we wait? Everything is in check and we have everything we need."
"Just a little longer. I want it to feel like they have some time left."
"When you say "them," do you mean everyone or the three?"
"..You were always such a good listener."
"Sir?"
"We will launch somewhere in twenty-twenty one. That answers your question. Leave."
"Ja sir Rød Leder sir."
Paul saluted and left the room, writing things down on his clipboard. Tord thought about the conversation they just had. He thought long and hard. Paul was indeed a good listener. Tord was obsessed. He needed them. He wanted them in his grasp. But just a little longer, is what he would tell himself. Just a little longer.