Aftermath (𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚍)

Strangers and Seizures

Tom runs through England frantically, trying his hardest to get the obnoxious high tech handcuffs off his wrists. He managed to escape Tord's base once they brought him outside for more training and study. Tom wasn't stupid, though. He saw his chance and took it. But now this meant he was on the run. He knew for sure that even if he ran, Tord would go looking for him. So now all Tom could do was run. Run from the man who ruined his life. The man who took his best friend and turned him against him. Tom stumbles into the wall of a building, overworking himself with all these frustrating emotions.

Purple mist clouds Tom's vision as he starts transforming into his monster form. He hates that this is the consequence for being human. Mostly human, anyways. Tom lets out a frustrated growl, slamming himself into the wall again. This time, Tom manages to break the cuffs off his wrists. "DAMN IT TORD!!" Tom shouts to himself. Why oh why did he have to ruin everything for him? The angry britt falls to his knees as he feels horns sprouting through his skull painfully; his nails turning into long, sharp talons. One, two, three times Tom slams his head into the hard ground beneath him. He truly was at his breaking point. Luckily for Tom, he slams his head into the ground a little too hard and knocks himself out. He did need some rest, so maybe it wasn't all bad.

Unbeknownst to Tom, there was someone watching him from the shadows. Watching him lose his goddamn mind. The mystery man steps out of the shadows and walks over to tom slowly. He was staying cautious, since he wasn't quite sure what in the world he was dealing with. Slowly, he reaches out with one hand and checks to see if Tom was really out.  Shaking tom gently, he doesn't even stir. He must have really knocked himself out. 

The man lets out a sigh that echoes through the dark alley before he pulls out his cell phone, dialing a number silently hoping the person on the other end will even pick up. To his luck, they do pick up. "What do you want! Can't you tell I'm busy!" The person on the phone bellows out in annoyance. "Sir, I think I found something you'd-" He gets cut off. "Something im what!! I'm busy writing my next masterpiece!" "Sir that's what i mean to talk to you about. I think I found something you'd like.." He glances down at tom, who was still half transformed, panting heavily in his unconscious state.

Tom opens his eyes, still half lidded in his awkward state of fatigued frustration. He had been awoken abruptly by a loud rumbling. In his dazed state, Tom slowly sits up to see a sleek black car blocking the entrance to the alley tom passed out in. With an annoyed growl, Tom stands up to tell whoever trapped him in a dark alley to move their car. As Tom stands up to his feet, he is immediately met with fatigue, falling back down to his knees. He shakes his head, trying to regain his vision. As Tom kneels there on the hard concrete below him, he fails to notice the man from before exiting his car quietly. Tom also fails to notice the small handgun in his hands.

Tom rubs his eyes, grumbling to himself. He stands up back on his feet, finally noticing the man across the alley from him. Tom wasn't sure why, but something about the man struck Tom as familiar. The sudden deja-vu nearly causes Tom to miss the fact that the man was now pointing the weapon in his hands directly at Tom. His eyes widen, and before he can react, the gun goes off and hits Tom directly in the neck. Whoever had shot him had incredible aim, that is for sure. Tom instantly starts transforming back into his monster self, the adrenaline of the situation making it inevitable. This adrenaline, of course, was unnecessary. If only Tom would calm down enough to realize that he hadn't been shot by a bullet and died. No, in fact, he had been shot by a powerful sedative instead.  

The man at the end of the alley is surprised when it doesn't knock Tom out instantly, instead seeming to trigger his transformation further. He watches in slight horror as Tom doubles in size, his horns protruding from his skull once more. He seems to be getting fuzzier, too, but that may not be the right word for how terrifying the mystery man thought he looked. He shakes his head to gain his focus back, holding the dart gun back up at Tom. He lurches back before he's able to fire, dodging a lunge attack from Tom. He nearly catches him in his now very large, clawed hands, nicking the side of his arm and cutting a hole in his custom tailored suit. Once again, the man tries to hold up his gun to fire at Tom. He's too fast, though, swinging back at him and smashing his hand into the wall. 

A loud CRUNCH can be heard as Tom shatters his attacker's left hand between the wall and his large tail. due to adrenaline, he doesn't feel much before falling to the ground in shock, his mouth gaping open. Mirroring him, Tom opens his maw and a bright purple light can be seen in the back of his throat. Only able to assume something terrible of this reaction, the man reaches a shaky hand back over to his gun. Unsteadily, he holds up and aims at tom once more. Closing his eyes tightly, he fires.

Tom shoots a large fire blast at his attacker's head, missing as he's hit by another dart. Tom closes his mouth, his eye widening in shock as his brain is clouded with fatigue. Falling back onto his haunches, Tom slowly starts detransforming, beginning to pass out. In his last moments of consciousness, he curses out whomever was abducting him and falls over. 

The man now with a broken hand slumps back against the side of the building letting out an exasperated sigh. Taking a moment to calm down, he's suddenly reminded that he did, in fact, break his hand only a few moments before. "aaA- Goddamn-" He bites his finger on his good hand, struggling to stiffel the dull ache shooting up his arm. But, he forced himself up onto his feet and makes his way to the trunk of his car. Opening it, he pulls out some rope and duct tape. through gritted teeth, the injured man walks over to Tom and ties his hands together with the rope. Before dragging him back to the car, he tapes Tom's mouth shut.

Tom briefly opens his eyes to see himself being shoved into the backseat of the car. Too weak do anything, and being restrained as he was, Tom closes his eyes and passes out once more, having no idea who had taken him, where they were going, or even why. All Tom could do was hope this wasn't Tord's doing.