How time flies

Even the memory is painful

Tom blushes as Tord staired shocked at the scars on Tom's chest.
Tom quickly turned his back to tord buttoning up the shirt and slipping on the sleeveless overcoat and buttoned that up and put the belt back on and coughed a little clearing his throat as he turned back to the still shocked tord who had approached him.

Tom looked up at tord a little confused as tord pressed his hand on tom's chest making tom turn a bright shade of red.
"W-what are you doing..?" Tom said, looking straight at tord.
"How and who?" tord said with venom in his voice.
"I-it's nothing to worry about. it's old."
"Tell me!" tord said angrily.
Tom shivered slightly to the sudden yelling. Tom than looked a little annoyed "im sorry sir i cant tell you."
"And why not?" tord said, grabbing Tom's wrist angrily.
"Because I don't trust you enough to tell you yet."
" than just tell me who did it and i won't ask any more questions"
"I-I" Tom said, not knowing what to do in this situation. If he tells tord, tord could dig in the old files and see the photos of tom growing up and would know it was him.
" I can't yet.."
Tord glared but saw Tom was desturbed and let go of Tom's rist annoyed.
"Fine.. but I will ask again in a week and I better get an answer then."
"We'll see.." Tom said, fixing his sleeve as tord held his hand out with a badge reading 2nd leader Thomas S.
Tord reads Red leader T.L.
So that meant Tom was second in command and only Tord can overrule him now.
Tom slipped one hand behind the vest like overcoat and clipped on the badge and then softly smiled up at tord who was still glaring.
The walk back with tord as they headed down a new hall tom hadn't been down yet. Well he had but only when he was little.
Just down the hall was the stairs down to the lad.
It was a bit of a ways down but Tom knew where it was.

Tom stumbled a little to tord suddenly stopping at a door and opened the door and walked in and tom quickly scuffed in behind him.

Tom gasped a little at the huge room with two big desks right next to one another.
One table had a little stand thing with Red leader written on it and the other was just Tom's name.

Tord seemed to still be pretty grumpy as tord flopped down in his seat.
Tord glanced up at Tom like he was waiting for Tom to come sit but Tom didn't feel up to it yet.
"I think i'm gonna go take a look around" tord shrugged obviously still annoyed at him and tord just began working on a stack of papers on his desk.

Tom slipped the door back open and slipped out and shut the door behind him.
Tom slumped a little and stared down the long hall and read the door at the very end reading 'lab stairs'
Tom frowned as he felt his legs shake as he made his way down the hall.

Once Tom got to the door he froze as he looked down at the handle.
Tom shivered as he remembered the day when he first figured out how to change his eyes and they let him go but they soon looked at the cameras and went after him.
Tom remembered the heavy chains on his wrists as they carried him back down the hall and down the stairs.

Each step down pulled down on the chains making it very painful.
Tom rubbed his wrists a little remembering the feeling.
Tom slowly reached for the handle and slowly turned it and closed it behind him getting flashes of himself being dragged down screaming and crying.
Tom felt his breath get really heavy as he took a few steps down the stairs as he painted heavily.
As Tom got to the bottom of the stairs and stared down the long hall of cells full of animals now instead of kids.
Tom walked heavily down the hall never thinking he'd ever be in this hall again, more like praying he wouldn't.

Things started getting blurry as Tom continued to walk, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down his face.
He snapped back to reality when his body stopped on its own at the largest cell at the end of the hall.
Tom stared through the glass window into the large white walls with padding all around the walls.
Tom looked around the room seeing the old shackles hanging from the ceiling and the ones in the back corner with a bed with a very thin mattress.
Tom's breathing was through the roof as he saw the old stains all over the room of blood.
The blood that belonged to him.
Tom quickly panned around to see Dr. Ridgwell walked up beside him and stood next to him staring into the room as well as Tom's eyes didn't leave the side of the doctor's face.
"This was my best project room...what and who I would kill to get that boy back.." the doctor finally said, causing Tom to grip his fists.
"I leave it empty just in case I do find him.."
Tom swallowed his pride as he gripped his fist into a tight ball.
"What will you do if you manage to find him?" Tom said with  a very shaky voice.
"Oh ill do what i did before and upgrade my work to its old high potential."
"Oh the things I would do to you though in the meantime...." Tom whispered practically growling under his breath.
"What did you say?" the doctor said, turning to Tom with a raised eyebrow.
"I said can you show me the inside of the room?" Tom said, forcing a smile.
"No, I'm saving it for when I find my masterpiece. But I can take you to my office and show you the old photos and paperwork I had on him if you're interested."
The doctor said, sounding so proud.
Tom smiled once more and nodded and the doctor quickly led the way happily as Tom followed grinning madly, letting his eyes give a slight glow of purple for a split second.