This Life is Mine

14

TWs: Explosions, weapons, a smidge of blood, 'body' modification/mutilation. Stay safe :)

Silence stood between the six persons.

Juniper eyes stared into a silver eye. Cold. Calculating. Callous.

There was a moment in which Tord realized that, no, he wasn't dealing with the person he loved.

This was a completely different person.

Before he could speak, he watched as Edd stepped forward, snatching something from Dr. John's hands. Tord realized what it was as the tall brunette aimed the barrel at the ceiling above them.

"Move back!" The Norsk yelled to the others. There was a flash of white as they did so. The ceiling caved in, and everyone got to the ground and covered their heads.

Eventually, it was over, and the rumbling stopped. The dust cleared, the group coughing as they waved it off.

"Is everyone okay...?" Tord kneeled on the ground, peering at the others.

"Uhh, yeah..." Pau uttered, leaning against the wall.

"We're alright," Matt spoke for him and Tom as they were huddled together a few feet away, the ginger shielding his partner.

Tord nodded wearily as he got up. He looked over his shoulder to what was once a hallway. He took a couple of breaths to get his thoughts together. It seemed this mission was more than just a run-and-done situation. He knew it wasn't going to be easy; nothing ever was for them. Still, he knew Edd was in danger the more he stuck around the Black Army. Tord needed to get him out of there.

Glancing at Pau, he noticed the ruffled brunette already staring back at him.

"So," The taller spoke, "What's the plan?"

The Norsk felt the faintest tug at the corner of his lips; he could always count on Pau to follow his lead, even after everything they had been through.

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"Everything looks normal..." Bing muttered, "Except... something's still missing."

Shining a flashlight on the two boards, the director hummed. He had managed to find a drone with all the wires attached and decided to use it for comparison on his new companion.

He put the slip of casing back on the drone, that's when he noticed something.

"Wait, you don't have an antenna."

The drone whirled, a sound that a pinwheel would make.

"You knew this whole time that that's what was different about you?" Bing questioned, the drone answering with a chirp. The brunette huffed, "Could have at least given me a hint; this was a waste of my time."

Standing up, Bing put the drone under his arm, deciding to carry it that way.

"This has been the worst week of my life." He spoke as he continued forward, "Welp, it can't get any worse-"

The moment he exited the alley, the closer to death he was as he found himself thrown to the ground and a spear held to his throat. The drone he carried was cast aside, making a few beeping noises in dismay. Bing grunted, squinting his eyes open at the person who tackled him.

"Wha- Katya...?"

There was movement a few feet away, someone coming closer and stopping a few inches away, "Good job, newbie- you're quick on your feet."