||Frenemies~|| Red Leader Tord x Female Reader

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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS BLOOD, GORE, AND LANGUAGE.

This chapter includes audio, (the video above) so you can better enjoy your reading experience! Headphones are recommended.

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I glanced out of the window of the plane. My hands were grasping a tall raven-haired boy. We were both shaking; I had never even talked to this boy in my life before. The only reason why I knew of him was that he was in the same boat as me. His parents were powerful Russian politicians that sent him off to a fancy military school; they treated it like a daycare. The muscular man who stood around 6"9 grabbed a paper bag and threw up. A flight attendant in a red and black standard red army uniform came over and took the bag, and offered him a stick gum, cinnamon flavor. He gagged again; apparently, he wasn't a cinnamon kind of guy; I couldn't blame him. Who on God's green earth liked cinnamon? Probably dads and shitty flight attendants. My brain was really hyper-focusing on stupid cinnamon gum, but if thinking of that was much better than the past few hours.

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"{Y/N} {L/N}, you're the third to complete the first stage. I expected better." my heart pumped in my chest a million miles a minute, sweat and tears ran down my face. I slowly looked up at the mangled body of a classmate, in order to move on from the first stage, I had to kill someone. I had found a metal pipe and when I saw a small ginger boy, I swung. Blood everywhere, his back and head were messed up; it was a brutal painful death. As the instructor addressed you, and you looked down at what you did to that poor man, you realized you knew him. He was your science partner a few years back. He totally carried the project when I got a nasty case of stomach flu. And I had just fucking murdered him. I looked away and walked away with the instructor; I stood in a group with a stern-looking blonde, and a terrified-looking Raven-haired man, the one I would soon sit next to. That was the first in a lot of death. In the end, it was me, him, and my ex-best friend.

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I don't know if it was thinking about how I killed the people I pretty much grew up with or my old friend, but I set a hand on the raven-haired man's shoulder; he seemed to understand and grabbed me a bag. I threw up; this was the fucking worst- that's what I kept trying to tell myself. As the annoyed flight attendant took my bag and gave me a stick of cinnamon gum, something awful hit me. This was absolutely the best. I achieved what everyone's set path was for me. I made my parents proud, and the leader would recognize me, and I'd be happy and fulfilled. The guilt of it all is what was killing me; I looked up at his face, and the same guilty expression was reflected back. We were so alike, how were we nit friends in school? Oh, that's right, I didn't make friends. Well- that's the half truth, I made once exception for ONE person and I got completely fucked over, and she was sitting right in front of us. I could see her head turning and feel her adjusting in her seat. 'Oh noooo...' I whined, sinking further down. In slow motion she stood up and looked down at the both of us. We exchanged a look. Her name was Stick, weird name right? I think her parents were hippies, who were constantly high and probably abusive. She had worked her ass off to get into her position. She had long straight dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a sour expression, she was very thin, and had a nice face. Much like me, she had attacked a lot of attention.

So why did I hold such a disdain for her? Girl stuff. What kind of girl stuff? She tried to steal my work in our shared classes and then tried to smother me with a pillow at my 12th birthday party. A boy came to me recuse, we laughed it off and carried on; that was the first of MANY attempts on my life or general sabotage. She also killed my rabbit. Not fucking cool. I didn't really have the time to re-remember what the girl put me through, or explain to the people listening or reading, my thoughts right now; this little germline would say something world-changing to me, something that would shift my perspective on life, I'm sarcastic. I looked up at her and waited. I felt the plane dip down as her eyebrows quirk down dangerously. "Hey fatty, I thought we were supposed to stick to the academy diet; who's been sneaking your food? Well, it's good you threw up; keep doing that, and you might drop that freshman fifteen." she snarled on HELL no. The not sitting next to me stiffened and leaned back; he was smart; he understood the shit storm that was about to occur. He slid out of the aisle seat and onto the row behind us.

Before I realized what I was doing, my hands were around her throat; as the plane descended we rolled down the aisle; my body was bruised, scraped, and tired, but nothing was going to stop me from putting this girl in her place. I hit my ankle and elbow while we rolled; I heard voices over the intercom, and I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked. Her fist made impact with my jaw; there was a sickening crack; we rolled again, further down the plane. Now she was on top of me; I tucked my legs back and bucked my legs into her chin; she was aiming for my jaw again. What a prick-- her head snapped back, and she went down, landing on the aisle. I felt my mouth filling with blood; that punch was severe. The plane came to a screeching halt as it touched down; I grabbed the leg on a chair and held on for dear life, then I felt hands wrapped around my neck, I looked up, and there Stick was, choking me out. I let out a strained cry, my area darting around wildly for help, my vision was blurring, my mouth popped oven, and blood ran out and down my chin. I watched as a large pair of hands was wrapped around her waist, and she was lifted off the ground. "...and here are the leader's top academy graduates-" I could hear the muffled voice of a man as the hands around, my neck tightened, in one last despite an attempt to end my life, my ears rang. I heard the door open. "-right in- OH MY GOD!!"

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To be continued...