It's been 6 months since Tord made his grand reappearance. 6 months since he returned only for his robot. 6 months before he would make his presence known again.
In the years he was gone, he had joined the infamous Red Army, and became the illusive...
The tension in the air was high. All that could be heard was the sound of the train tracks as our three - Red, Tord, and Edd - were being sent to a location yet to be known.
Edd was terrified and willing to admit it. Tord and Red weren't, though.
Tord slowly walked up to the Red Leader, gun still in hand.
"So, you REALLY think you're so cool and edgy, stealing my FUCKING IDENTITY and HURTING MY FRIENDS. Is that right?" Tord maliciously asked.
Red didn't respond.
"Not much of a speaker now, huh?"
Red only gave Tord an upset glare.
Tord chuckled evilly. "You're scared. I can tell. You would've said something by now-"
"And I also would've left, too," Red finally piped.
Tord's smile faltered. "I liked you better when you didn't speak."
Red chuckled himself. "That’s too cliché of a line."
"And taking over the world is too cliché of a goal."
"Why you little shi-"
Tord threw the knife he had gotten directly into Red's left shoulder, as he howled in pain. Tord walked ever closer to him.
"If you're really meant to be me, there's one thing you should know."
He pinned Red down with his knee.
"I'm ANYTHING but cliché."
Red just sat there a second, before cackling madly.
"You're LYING!"
Red then shoved Tord out of the way with his robot arm. He then pinned him with his leg.
"You just don't want to admit you're WEAK."
"What, do you WANT me to rip off your arm or some shit? I mean I could, I'm pissed off enough by you." Tord was just joking around, mainly because if this was how he was gonna go out, he'd at least get his last words out. And roast his murderer. Tord had a dark sense of humor, that's for sure.
Red growled under his breath and pushed Tord down harder. He then pulled the knife out of his shoulder. Using his own blood as paint, Red made an X shape over Tord's chest, the flat side of his knife being used as a brush. A look of pure madness in his eyes, Red was just about to plunge the knife into Tord's chest, until…
"NO!"
[EDD'S POV]
The Red Leader was about to plunge a knife into Tord's chest, but my instincts kicked in, and I wasn't going to let him hurt my friend.
I swing my arm into a hook, punching Red in the face, knocking him over before Tord was stabbed. Tord, now surprised at the near-death experience, stood up. He kept his eyes on Red, though.
I noticed the bloody knife was on the ground. I dashed over to pick it up. I looked Red right in the eyes as I let myself evilly grin. I laughed in my mania. Look, it's kind of fun to try and scare the shit out of people.
Especially someone like Red.
"E-Edd! You wouldn't hurt an old friend of yours, would you?" Red pleaded.
"No, I wouldn't."
I then jammed the knife into his arm.
"AAAGH!!! What are you doing-!"
"I still remember what you said, and it still rings true for me. You're. Not. My. Friend."
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