The New kid

Prom (again) & Goodbyes

Tords P.O.V 

           My head was pounding as my eyes slowly tried to open. I felt so limp I couldn't move my body, so I laid on my back. The light came pouring in and I turned my head to the side, the walls were white with medical equipment scattered all around me. I watched as I turned my head to the other side, a curtain hanging from the ceiling. I thought for a moment and tried to recall anything but nothing came to mind. I was in too much pain to think. My head fell deeper into the pillow. "Come on Tord. You're the leader of an army! Get up!" I commanded myself. I sat up and used my arms for support, that's when it hit me, that support was only one-sided. I looked down and screamed, my arm isn't there! I leaped out of bed and started to panic. "W-W-WHAT HAPPENED?! W-WHERE MY MY MY ARM?!?" 

         A woman in medical clothes walked in, "Red Leader sir! Please calm down!" I continued to yell. She spoke into a black device, "He's awake and needs assistance stat!" She tried to talk me down but it was no use. She ran out of the room, I could care less. I couldn't even breathe, tears started to pour down my face, half from the pain and the other half from the shock and violent memories of the night before. 

       "Tord!" Pat yelled and Paul followed. They both took off their gear and started to approach me. 

       I waved my one good arm back, "N-No! Stay away from me! Don't touch me! I'm the leader and you'll take orders from me!" I threatened. I stepped back and hit the wall causing me to fall. My whole body trembled and shuttered as I cried. Pat went to get something and Paul crouched next to me. I cried and didn't look at him, "Y-You said you wouldn't hurt me! You promised!" 

     "I know I did, I know." 

     Both our minds wandered to the past, the day two war soldiers faced their bloodiest battle. Paul and Patryck were the only people who survived in their platoon that day. The only soldiers to come home. They were sent to battle in an unknown field with enemies hiding everywhere and killing every civilian on sight. I don't remember a whole lot, I was just a kid, they were blank faces, I can't remember my mom's face or my dad's. But I remember their screams and the bloodstains they left behind when soldiers ransacked my house when I was four. Even worse I remember the brother I had, he was wearing a blue hoodie that day, kinda like Thomas does. Maybe that's why I always hated him. They killed and tortured all of them and killed them in front of me. I was next until two men in red came in and took them out. They both seemed shocked to find me still alive. I remember thinking they were gonna kill me too. That's when Paul crouched down to my 4-year-old level and promised me he wasn't going to hurt me. I trusted them and they saved my life. 

   I was taken in and treated Like a red soldier. Once I got older I learned that they had both barely escaped death and met up with each other right in front of my house. They each thought they were the only ones until they met each other. They heard the screams from in the house and were so fed up with the innocent killing they both decided to go in even if it was the last move they made. From that day on they were closer than brothers and acted like best friends. They raised me and I was moving forward quickly. It even caught the attention of the Red Leader. After years of watching me grow and progress, he chose me. 

   "You promised .." I sniffled and more sobs continued to escape my mouth. 

   "I'm sorry Tord but I had to. I can't lose you, kid." He pulled me into a hug and I shook in his arms, "I know it hurts, I know your scared but Pat and I are always here okay? So are your friends. We haven't told them your up yet we want you to have all the time you need." 

   Pat sat on the other side of me and hand a few pills, 'Here, take these, they should tone down the pain." He smiled at me and rubbed my hair, "You're so strong." My arms gripped Paul tighter.