This Life is Mine

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TWs: Arguing/confrontation, amnesia, worrying, weapons, hostages, mentions of blood. Stay safe :)

"Tell me everything you know!" Edd scowled, his juniper eyes blazing as he glared into Larry's.

"About what!? Let go of me, asshole!" Larry squirmed in his grip, grabbing the hand holding onto his collar.

"Him!" Edd didn't let go nor stood down as he tightened his hold on the older, "What do you know about Tord!?"

Larry stopped, his eyes widening at the brunette's words. He raised an eyebrow, "What...?"

Arthur, who fumbled to his feet, heard the conversation, saying nothing until he decided to step in by clearing his throat, "Let him go, then we'll explain everything."

Edd peered at him, squinting his eyes at the ginger, like daggers to his cornea all over again. He dropped Larry, who stumbled to find balance on the floor.

"Alright, now tell me everything," Edd spoke.

"Ah-ah, you tell us everything." Arthur raised his index finger, waving it around.

"I ask the questions here, wanker." The brunette sized him up, "You said you would explain."

Arthur didn't flinch despite knowing the brunette was mere inches away from him, "Why the sudden interest in Tord? Last I heard, you were working for the King."

The ginger gestured to the doorway where the soldiers were knocked out just outside.

"Sounded like quite the fight." Arthur continued. His arctic blue eyes looked up, trying to gauge where Edd's face was, "And besides, I didn't think you liked Tord, not after you... you know."

"Know what?" Edd looked the man up and down, "What did I do?"

"Figured... you have amnesia," Arthur affirmed, rubbing at his chin in thought.

"Enough games!" Edd snared, whipping out his gun. Arthur would be lying if he said his heart wasn't beating faster than usual.

"You remembered something, didn't you?" The ginger asked, albeit hesitant, as he felt the static of the futuristic gun inches away from his nose, "What was it?"

Edd frowned, "What does that have to do with-?"

Suddenly, Edd found himself standing in a diner, confronting three people- there was one that looked like him but younger and carefree. His friends seemed the same way. He heard a chime of a door, peering over his shoulder to see Hellucard.

"Ey, Head!" He spoke, waving.

Edd saw red as his armed hand whipped around to shoot him.

"Edd! Snap out of it!" He heard a faraway voice call out to him.

He blinked, rubbing at his eyes. The first thing he noticed when opening his eyes was that he was kneeling on the floor. The second thing was that the door had been blasted to bits. The third thing was that his gun was gone, in the possession of Larry.

"What... happened?" He muttered.

"You did," Larry replied.

"What he means is you didn't mean to." Arthur spoke, "At least, I think."

"Why am I having these memories?" Edd slowly got off the floor, looking down at his hands, watching as they trembled, "Why now...?"

"It's not easy to explain, and frankly, there is no explanation for how amnesia works..." Arthur explained, "It can be sporadic, it can be triggered by something, it can be at a random time, etcetera..."