I'll Never Say revamped

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Edd groaned softly as he woke, a dazed sort of dizziness filled him despite the fact he had yet to even open his eyes. It was a weird sort of limbo, somewhere between a floating feeling of not quiet consciousness, and the pressing weight of everything he'd been through. His arms and legs felt cumbersome, thick and heavy and not quite his own; a restricted feeling crushing his chest and making it difficult to breathe.

Slowly, Edd opened his eyes, sighing in relief when they were not assaulted by bright lights. It was a dimly lit room, and he sat in an unforgiving wooden chair pushed up to a wooden table. Tom and Matt sat on two ends of the table, hunched over in their chairs with their heads lulled forwards. Where were they...? He opened his mouth to speak, but was instead met with a coughing fit; his throat raw and horse as if he'd swallowed a pack of razors. He moved his attention to his arms, which were bound to the seat by thick leather straps. They held against his struggling so that was a no-go.

"Edd?" he jumped, whipping his head to face the voice; Tom's tired and fearful face staring back at him. Oh, how he wished to hold his boy close, to kiss away the uneasiness on his face and promise it would be ok despite both of them knowing it wouldn't be. "What... what's happening?"

"I don't know, Tom" He croaked, coughing weakly as he put strain on his voice. Tom tested the restraints, grumbling when he too realized there was no give. It was a surreal, terrifying experience to be in; with his lovers next to him in this strange room and the looming question of what happened to Tord... Oh, the things Poor Tord must've gone through. He looked back to Tom, his sweet beautiful Tom who stood by him through it all; Who was trapped right along with him not yet knowing if they'd escape with their lives. "I love you,"

"Uh? I, uh, love you too, edd." It came out of nowhere, so the surprise and confusion that painted Tom's face was not unwarranted. It was just the fear of losing anyone.

Matt woke not long after, jerking his head up and looking around frantically. "What? I, uh" he choked, panic seeping into his voice and his breathing quickened.

"Matt!" He called, drawing the ginger's attention. More than ever Edd wished to be free if only to hold him close. Tear-filled blue eyes locked onto his, silently begging him for answers he could not provide.

"What's... Where's todd?"

"I don't know, Matt." It was easy to assume that he was being hurt again. That his poor boy was being hurt and desperately wishing for their help. Fuck, when did tord once again become his boy? When did he suddenly forgive him? Before they could get another word in, a young woman entered the room. She wore a black turtleneck, a dark gray vest, and dark gray jeans. She sat down at the table across from Edd, giving him a chilling smirk.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to have you all." She began, brushing a strand of her short black hair behind her ear. He glowered at her, instantly knowing that this woman was not to be trusted. This was not a pleasure at all. "I'm sorry that we've met in such unfortunate circumstances."

"Who are you? What do you want from us?" Tom barked, starting to struggle once again.

"Ah, how rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Tolly Abalos, and you're currently inside the Black Army's base. I know you three have been in close relations with Tord larsin, aka The Red Leader. He's been causing us trouble and we need to get rid of the Red Army." she explained in a thick Filipino accent.

"Well, we don't know anything about his army." Tom huffed, sitting back in his seat. Edd stared at her in mild confusion, wondering when Tord's life got this hectic and dangerous.

"He never told us about this type of stuff."

"Ah, I see." She wrote something down on a little notepad, mumbling to herself. "What exactly is your relationship to Mr.larsin?"