"Told you that harpoon gun would come in handy." Tom smiled triumphantly, watching as scarp metal and robotics parts scattering everywhere. He was being held up by his two friends, Matt and Edd who watched the explosion alongside him. Edd face was twisted into a tight frown, not going unnoticed by his eyeless friend. "What's wrong Edd? Tord can't hurt us anymore, we're all safe!"
"I know but.." Edd's guilt filled voice trailed off, coming back a moment later. "What if he's dead?"
Both Matt and Tom looked at him in shock, god I hope not. Tom thought to himself. Tord just destroyed their house, killed Jon, and tried killing his two best friends. Tom hated Tord more than anything in the fucked up world he lived in. But how could Tom keep living knowing he murdered someone. He murdered someone he used to call a friend, long long ago. Just as the thought silenced the theee, they all looked up the see something pushing a large sheet of red metal off of themselves. With a larger and pain filled grunt the metal was thrown away from the figure. Edd covered his mouth, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Tom stared with large white eye-sockets, while Matt glared at the man who took away his everything. The man with devil horned hair looked up the face his "old friends". Large deep scars cut through Tord's left arm and the left side of his face, the large cuts were surrounded by large burns. Tord's mangled skin and flesh was torn completely from his cheek bearing sharp and bloodied fangs. The deep cuts oozed dark crimson liquid and chunks of flesh lay exposed. His left arm hung uselessly at the side of his body, on the right side of his torso is a deep gash. The bleeding gash obviously being from the harpoon.Tord panted, it was getting hard to breath and see from blood loss and the suffocating sent of fire and oil. He glanced around himself desperately, finding the bloody harpoon lodged into the grass. Tord stumbled over to it, pulling it out with his one good arm. He growled and aimed the harpoon towards Tom, attempting to keep his balance in check.
"I- I'm not.. d- dead y- yet... I- I can s-still FIGHT!" He stabbed the harpoon into the ground and held onto it with all his strength as his legs threatened to drop him into the large pool of blood forming below him.
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Not Dead Yet
FanfictionTom had just triumphantly shot down Tord's giant robot, the depree of the robot scattered not far from where they stood. The three watched in horror as the torn and bloodied Tord rose from the wreckage with Tom's harpoon in hand. [Art not mine!]
