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【3】

The year is 2021.

Finally. It has come. The year has arrived. Red Leader and his army are taking it over. He wanted Britain. He wanted America. He wanted Russia. When he gets a hold of them, he'll say, "I did it my way." Tord was a smart guy. He knew just what he was doing. If they didn't surrender to his power, down goes the nuke. With pressure on the government, pressure on the citizens, presure on the royals, there was pressure on everyone. Tord knew this may start a potential nuclear World War III. That was a risk he was going to take. Slowly but surely, Tord sent his troops to America. Oil. They needed their precious oil. It was cute really. Tord watched and sent in more soldiers as the world slowly started to toll. He loved it. His mother used to tell him about the raging fire in his eyes. If only she were there to see it now. He started to take Britains soldiers hostage. He sent them away to be killed. He didn't want to see them. He knew allies would most likely come in to try and stop him. But not this fucking time. Tord moved soldiers into France as soon as they had Britain on its knees. Same with America. Stupid Americans. Always shouting about how amazing their country is. Tord wanted to shut them up. He wanted to shut them up real good. It didn't help that he was a republican anyway.

As the news channel spilled out about the reign of terror caused by the Red Army, citizens began to panic. Immidiently, they started packing their things, rationing food and water, and taking anything they could. I can't say things were different for the trio. "Great, just great!" Matt exclaimed, "What're we gonna do?" "I don't fucking know!" Edd replied, "Everyone's been raiding and looting grocery stores and I don't know if Tom's gonna come back." Matt placed his hands on Edd's shoulders.
"Don't say that. We can't loose him."
"I'm worried Matt."
"Wait until he comes back."
Edd sighed. He walked over to the couch and sat down, observing the television. Ringo jumped onto the couch and Edd pulled the feline into his lap. He stroked her fur carefully. Suddenly, the door swung open and Tom was there. He stuck his middle finger in the air. "Fuck you!" he exclaimed before shutting the door. He locked it and set his bags down. Edd smiled. He placed Ringo down and ran over to Tom, hugging him tightly. "You're okay!" he cheered. "Of course..I'm okay..why..wouldn't I be..?" Tom strained. Edd let go and kissed Tom passionately. Matt looked away. "You've been gone for five hours." he said, "We were worried." Tom pulled away. "Oh." he breathed, "That's nice." He then went back to kissing Edd. Matt rolled his eyes. "What did you bring back..?" he mumbled to himself. He rummaged through the bags and hummed. "Food, water..okay, it's decent." he sighed in approval. He turned to Edd and Tom. "Oi! Could you two cut it out?!" he exclaimed. "Right. Sorry." Edd apologized after pulling away. Tom crossed his arms. "Now's not the time for potential sex mate, c'mon." Matt huffed. Tom flipped his hair out of the way. "Psh. I'm tired from all the scavenging anyway. I'm taking a nap." he mumbled before heading off to his room. Edd sighed. "What's up with you and Tom? You've been at it since forever." he asked. Matt grumbled. "Sometimes he's a bitch." he answered.
"Hey!"
"Sometimes he's not."
"Don't call him that."
"You probably call him that in the bed."
".."
"Just saying."
Edd slapped the back of Matt's head. "Don't." he ordered. Matt shrugged and grabbed the bags. He then walked down into the basement and disappeared. Edd sighed. He thougt about going after Tom but stopped himself. He scanned his left hand carefully. He then shook the thought out of his head and followed Tom's tracks.
Cities burned, people screamed, people died, people panicked. Tord watched. After a seemingly two year war, they surrendered. Finally. He had it his way. He was in control now and nobody could stop him. "Sir, sir!" Paul exclaimed, rushing into Tord's office, "Franske hærer truer med å angripe! Hva vil du at vi skal gjøre?!" Tord rolled his eyes and yawned. "Them again?" he asked, humming, "I have had it up to here with them. Just nuke them at this point. Their efforts are cute, yet pitiful." Paul nodded and hurried out of the office. Tord spun around in his office chair before coming to a sudden halt. He kept thinking about them. He needed to stop. Dammit. Tord groaned and slammed his fist onto the table. He hated them. He wanted to see them dead. He wanted them tortured to death. Tord chuckled lightly. That would be fun. It would be even better to have Edd watch as his precious little friends die in his arms. Tord gasped. "Jeg er ond." he muttered. He then smirked. All he needed was a plan. He needed them to rot in what was once their home. He needed them to watch as he teared the place down. Bit by bit. To see the looks on their faces. Tord couldn't help but feel a bit giddy inside. He wasn't a bad person.

He was just making sure he could keep and eye on his old friends.