No Longer Freedom

11....Mi Merna?

Tom's POV

"Mi merna Yo, Tom... Gustanu '' Heavenly voice spelled above me. The brightest light I had ever seen cracked the endless void around me, shattering it to a thousand pieces. Pure whiteness filled my coal eyes, blinding them as my so far relaxed body started to feel restless. Something forced me to stand up, something so powerful and omnipotent that I couldn't resist.

"MI MERNA!!!" I screamed on top of my lungs as my body sat up and opened its eyes.

Cold salty sweat dripped down my pale forehead to my cheeks and neck. Heart was ramming through my chest while I tried to control my shaky breath. It took me some time to realize that it was all just a stupid dream. In reality, I was sitting in a black hammock at Paul's and Patryk's house. I was alright. Everything was fine, until I turned my head to my left side. My heart skipped a beat. I saw him, Tord. He sat at a black wooden chair that was stolen from the kitchen, and he slept beside me. Head calmly hanging back, he snored quietly. "What in the name of-'' I groaned and stood up. "Why are you there?" I hissed and observed his resting body and face. However, as I was observing him I saw something on his lap. It was the notebook that I saw before, in his cellar.

Curiously I reached out for the notebook and grabbed it. "heh~ eazy." I chuckled while opening it. I was expecting it to hide some top secret plans or something but no. It was something even freakier. The book was full of drawings... about me...sleeping. Very realistic and highly detailed coal drawings...All about me. Some numbers and letters, especially around my wings and tail. Finally some little sketches about the clothes that Paul was talking about. "What the hell?!" shocked, I threw the book to the floor. "You didn't like them?" A clear and familiar voice commended.

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"How long were you awake?" I turned my gaze to Tord who was now watching me fully awake with a sly grin on his ugly face. "The whole night, since you decided to almost knock me down to the floor with you." He grinned as he stood up. "Someone had to make sure that you wouldn't choke on your own vomit." He continued as he bowed down and reached his notebook. "What are you talking abo-" Suddenly, a massive headache squeezed my brain making the word spin around me. As it spinned all over again and again my stomach felt like something was rolling in there. What was this bullshit?! I felt like I would be poisoned. "What is this horrible feeling?! Did you do something?!" I shouted and leaned to the wall next to me. "I would never do anything to you. You did that to yourself. It's called hangover and it comes if you drink too much of that magic liquid." Tord explained while he pet my shoulder.

As soon as his veiny hand reached my shoulder I jolted up and scoffed it off as soon as possible. "Don't touch me." I warned him. Showing my teeth he backed up a step and leaned at the same wall as me. "Sorry buddy." He apologized? Wow... That was new. "Well how have you been? You have gained a bit of weight, which is good. I don't want you to look weak after all." He continued with the same grin on his face. "I have been perfect without you." I snapped my claws and pointed at him. "Aww glad to hear that you are not clingy." He manipulated my answer just like always. "I don't like people that are too clingy, they can't do anything on their own and won't let me go." He mumbled.

It was hard to understand what was going on in his mind. Sometimes he yells and abuses me but why...why did he suddenly start to take care of me, or was this just a part of his plan again? Probably yes. However, I promised Paul and Patryk that I would try to be nice to him so I guess there are no other choices.

"Why so? Or are you just afraid that people might hurt you when they get too close to you?" I turned my head towards him and lifted my lips into a small grin. Right after that an awkward silence dropped between us. We just glared at each other in full quietness. Seconds after another the light in Tord's eyes started to fade out. Slowly he opened his mouth and clicked his tongue. "Go brush your hair." He hissed and stormed out of the room to the kitchen.