Caught Red Handed

Chapter Seven, Playing With Guns

Tom's Perspective

Once I had dried myself off with nicely placed towels from the cabinets, I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired, but the bathing made my skin glow and my hair look so nice. It was strange. I liked the way I looked for the first time. It was probably just some sort of affect from the shampoos and such I've never used before, but I like it. I slowly ran my hand down my chest, pausing at my flabby little stomach. Like Pat had mentioned, I did lose some weight because of not being fed as much. I placed my other hand on my neck, seeing bruises from where Tord had gripped my neck. There were also many scars from me scratching at the electric shock collar, but most of them were faded. I trailed my hand up to my mouth, staring at all of the features on my face. My skin was glowing, and it made me feel gorgeous. Maybe I'm just relaxed and not as harsh on myself. I stared at my lips and gently rubbed my thumb on them.

It was sad to remind myself that I had never really been kissed before. Sure I had a stupid slut kiss me in high school, but she was literally drop dead drunk and was trying to kiss everyone. I was just the closest victim. I guess I'm not so gorgeous, nobody would want to kiss me anyways. I'm atrocious and gross to any decent person. My lips curled into a frown and I let my hand go limp by my side. What was I even thinking? I don't look beautiful, I look ugly. I turned away from my reflection and began putting away the items I had used. Once everything was back where it came from, I dug threw his dresser to find a decent pair of clothing to my taste. Nothing seemed very appealing to me, because it all screamed Tord. I moved on to carelessly digging through his closet until I found something that caught my interest. It was this strange outfit that he probably hadn't worn since he was a teen. Thank Jehovah it had shorts, because his pants were all too long for me.

I put on the edgy but simple outfit, walking over to the body mirror once I was done. I burst out laughing and smiled at the sight. I was in black denim shorts and a blood red shirt with a black, leather, collared jacket. It was a cute little outfit, but definitely not something I would normally pick out. It would do for now though. I fixed the collar and playfully flirted with myself before walking over to Tord's bed. I ran my hand across the fluffy covers, immediately feeling drawn in. I took off the thick and fluffy blanket, getting in and squirming around. It was a really nice bed, but I wasn't used to it at all. The pillows were freshly fluffed and super cushy, and the mattress allowed me to sink in and relax. After a bit more squirming, I got used to the feeling. Oh great, the light is still on. I mustered the mental strength to pull myself out of this comfortable trap and ever-so-slowly got out, slinking over to the lights. I need a nap, I'm sleepy after running around.

I glanced around for anything to hold while I slept and found a few cute little plushes in his closet. They were from when he was much younger. I could tell by the design. I picked up the small plush rabbit, squishing it in my arms. Yes, this would do. I tossed the leather jacket onto the nightstand and snuggled up in the very enticing bed. I held the cute little bunny close to my chest, happy with the little guy's presence in my embrace. If I couldn't have Tomee bear, then this little bun bun will have to do. I think I'll name her Vanilla, because she's white and I'm tired. I became more sleepy with my new bunny friend, feeling my breathing steady as I relaxed more. I loosened my grip on the plush as my body loosened its grip on my mind. I soon began drifting into nothingness, my body feeling lighter and more carefree by the minute.

I stirred from my rest to feel a hand slowly running through my hair. I slowly opened my eyes which were heavy with sleep, seeing a tall, hair-horned standing over me. So.. That hand is.. Tord's? I shifted a bit to face him and sleepily breathed shallow breaths. "Shh.. Go back to sleep. It's okay." He whispered soothingly and I sleepily blinked. I must be dreaming or something, this feels like a dream. I can wake up when I'm done sleeping. I closed my eyes once more, feeling sleep gently embrace me. Once I had awoken again, I heard an annoying noise. It was the sound of keyboard keys clicking quickly. I sleepily rubbed my eyes and sat up, looking around to find the source of the noise. It seems Tord was doing computer work here while eating a delectable lunch. The scent filled my senses and I drooled slightly, wiping it away immediately. I slowly pushed myself out of the comfortable bed, naturally drawn in by the food.

I leaned over Tord's shoulder and Tord looked up at me. "You're awake." He observed and finished the piece of tofu on his fork. "Yeah.. Can I eat? I'm hungry, and I went to sleep hungry." I complained, my eyes lighting up when he began feeding me his meal. I was much too sleepy to properly hold things right now. His lunch was really good. It had tofu and some strange sauce. The meal seemed asian, by the way it was prepared and the flavors it included. Once the fork presented vegetables, I stubbornly pulled away. "You little shit- you're eating this-." He said determined, pulling me down and forcing the food into my mouth. I begrudgingly munched on the vegetables, finding that they weren't that bad with the tasty sauce coating them. I continued to happily eat as Tord fed me, too tired to use my better judgment right now. I'm hungry, and I'm being fed. Problem solved. Halfway through being fed, my lazy spine demanded that I leaned down onto his shoulder and ate from there.

Again, my mind was too tired to think of how calm I was being about this. Once I was fed the last piece of chicken, I licked my lips and relaxed against the chair, and by extension Tord's shoulder. When my brain did begin to wake up, my tired thoughts were interrupted by a mug of coffee. I stared at it and hesitantly leaned closer, allowing the liquid to flow into my mouth. The mug was tilted back up once my mouth was fairly full, and I swallowed. That is some good fucking coffee. And why has Tord been so silent this whole time? And genuinely smiling? My thoughts began to come back to me and I stopped drinking the coffee. I pulled away from Tord, embarrassed as to what I had just done. I had let Tord feed me and give me coffee while I just stood there looking like a sleepy, dopey dude. It was bad enough to do that in the first place, but by the man who keeps degrading me? Hell no. "You smell like watermelon." Tord commented and finished the coffee I had began drinking. "Shut up- why didn't you stop me-?" I asked pissed, though he seemed unfazed like always.

"Because you were being cute and letting me feed you. When will I ever get that opportunity again?" He had a fair point, but I'm not cute. "Shut up- go away-." I huffed and flopped onto his bed, more embarrassed. Great, now I'm "cute" to him. "By the way, nice choice for a cuddle buddy." He commented and I glared at him. "Shut up-!" I snapped and Tord chuckled. "You're like a girl." He muttered. I threw the plushie at his head and he laughed. "You're an asshole! If I had a weapon right now- you'd be dead-!" I yelled, though it was a pretty empty threat because I didn't have a weapon. "Oh really?" He paused his work and turned to me. "Yeah." I confirmed and he pulled out his gun. "Go ahead. Shoot." He challenged while holding out his gun to me. Did he not believe me? After everything he's put me through? He seemed relaxed just handing me a gun, like it was a piece of harmless plastic. He leaned back in his chair and snickered. "Go on~." He prompted.

I snatched it from his hands and checked to see if it's loaded. It is. Well, that's a bit dangerous. "Come on. Shoot me. I know you want to." He tempted with a grin. I growled and pointed the gun directly at his skull, but got no reaction. "Shoot me, if you have the balls." He teased, though my finger didn't move on the trigger. If I killed him, every soldier in this place will kill me. And can I even shoot him? He's put me through hell, so why the fuck is this so hard? I can't even tell if he's being serious or not, because he's acting as if I'm going to shoot a foam nerf bullet at him. But my anger wanted me to kill him. After everything he's done. Destroyed our house. Killed so many people. Hurt Edd and Matt. Scarred my arm. He hurt me too. I winced when he yanked my wrist forward, pressing the tip of the gun on his forehead. "Kill. Me." He demanded, actually looking pissed. My hand shook slightly and I slowly pressed down on the trigger.

I closed my eyes and heard the noise of a shot ringing in my ears, but there was nothing else. Silence. The grip on my wrist released, and I slowly opened my eyes. My heart was racing and every part of me was shaking. There lay the now dying Tord, who still didn't seem to care. "See, you aren't a pussy." He said and I dropped the bloody gun. My heart was pounding. "Wait- w-wait- no-." I choked out and wiped away my growing tears. I cried more and more and covered my face. I'm having rebound from everything that's been happening. I flinched when a hand slowly pulled me down onto what I thought was dead Tord. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning, amused. "Oh you poor thing~ demons don't die, stupid." He gently wiped away my tears and I stared at him in shock. "You.. You... ASSHOLE!" I yelled and slapped him. "You fucking asshole-!"