Tom's Tears

|CHAPTER THREE|

Tord extracted his head back carefully before he stood back up on his two feet.

"But first," he paused as footsteps began approaching. Tom started to look around, wondering who is coming now.

"We need to fix your eyesight." Tord's accent thickens in the very slightest.
Before Tom can say anything else –

The bright red robotic arm is slammed harshly against Tom's skull. Making his head pound and ache as he fell unconscious.

Two medic's have appeared in the dungeon.

"We need you to be resting, of course." Tord finished his sentence as he stood up. He went over to the little scanner that was in the corner of the room.

"One word from you two, I won't hesitate on shooting you right now." Tord threatened to Edd and Matt.

The two males remained silent.

"Good." Tord muttered as he placed his robotic hand onto the scanner. It read the handprint for a moment before it flashed green.

He stepped back in which Tom's cage began opening. "You two, take him to the infirmary so the surgery can begin." He ordered to the two medics as they did what they're told.

One medic is carrying Tom while the other injected a tranquilizer into the blue hooded male's neck just to be sure.

Then, the two medics and the unconscious brit left the dungeon area.

"Why are we here..? What are you going to do with Tom..?" Edd spoke up after milestones of silence. His vocal chords are strained from suppressing his cries.

Tord sighed as he walked over towards Edd's cell. He clicked his tongue as he tilted his head a bit to the side.

"What am i going to do?" Tord repeated the question we he chuckled softly.

He lifted the glock up once again, making Edd stiff up in fear. "I'm going to make sure Tom stays with me. And what you and Matt are going to do is wait here until i decide when it's best to...." He trailed off.

Matt cried out. "What?! To what?!"

Tord walks slowly over to Matt's cell. He aimed the gun towards the ginger making Matt imediantly silence himself.

"...To kill you."

Tord spoke lowly. His accent in the thickest of intimidation as a laugh is followed by.

Which this being said, none of the other British male's said or asked anything else.

"Now, have a good rest of your time here. While you have time left." Tord sharply sneered as he went towards the stairs.

His boots stepping upwards them as he heard his 'friends' crying and being in fear for their lives.

Tord left the dungeon. The door echoing as it closed. Nobody can hear their cries down there.

Nobody.

The communist leader started to walk down the hallway. Heading into the direction of his office.

He walks up a flight of stairs and reached to the location of his rather large office.

He pushed open the doors as he walked inside. They shut behind him.

Tord takes a seat at his throne-like chair. Holding his head as he groaned softly.

His robotic hand calmly drumming on the wooden table. Making the small taps before he lifted his head.

Then, began to work on some paperwork that he needed to get finished.