The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 4

Tom growled as he gripped his shoulder, pain coursing through his body. He grabbed his AK-47 and leaned out from behind the rock he was hiding behind and shot at a few Crimson Navy soldiers, taking a few down with headshots and shoulder shots. He grinned and spat out some blood as he reloaded his gun. He looked around him. Most of his soldiers were still standing, with a few Red Army soldiers sprinkled here and there. A few of his soilders, however, lay on the ground, blood pouring out of bullet wounds in their heads, chests, and arms. Tom noticed his two friends, Matt and Edd, sitting by each other and picking off soldiers on the enemy line. He had to admit, Matt was pretty good with a sniper rifle. And Edd was good with a shotgun.

Tom looked over as someone sat next to him, breathing heavily in gasps. He was surprised to see the red leader himself, Tord, sitting there. The devil horned hair spikes atop his head were split at the top and he had been shot in his good arm, but he didn't seem to mind. He grinned at Tom before shooting some more soldiers with his own gun, an assault rifle. Tom slowly smiled back as he took aim and fired as well, taking a few soilders down. Tord chuckled.
"Nice aim there, Jehovah."
"Same to you, too, commie."
The sounds of gunfire slowly faded away as the two looked at each other. Tom, for once, smiled fully at Tord, who was genially surprised.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!" Tom heard a scream from the other side of the battlefield. He peaked behind the rock and his eyes widened as he saw Todd out in the open, pissed off at losing the battle. Tom leaned back against the rock and quickly reloaded his AK, causing Tord to look at him funny.
"Tom? What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm getting rid of that son of a bitch once and for all." Tom checked his aim but realised it would be too loud, too noticable, and not enough distance to even reach Todd if he shot him. Tom hissed as he dropped the gun and took out a pistol.
Before Tord could say anything, Tom got up and ran to the other side, trying to stay hidden. Once he was close enough he chuckled and took his aim.

But before he could shoot, he heard a gun click behind his skull.
"Not so fast, there, Blue Leader. You ain't gonna shoot Commander Red." Tom gulped nervously at the voice and slowly looked behind him, seeing a man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes standing behind him with a pistol to his head. Tom whimpered slightly as Todd turned around and grinned at him.
"Good job, Parker!" Another man cheered. Parker smiled at him as Tom realised something. Those were the two men who were always by Todd's side. His two main soldiers.
"Settle down there, Pave. We still have something to celebrate. Parker, put the gun down." Todd ordered, causing the soldier to put the pistol back in it's holster, but didn't move from behind Tom until Todd slowly walked around him and backed him up against a large rock that was used as a cover. Todd slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his own pistol, pointing it straight at Tom's head. Tom started to breath heavily, not wanting to get shot at all.
"Say goodbye, Blue Leader." Todd laughed before pulling the trigger. Tom closed his eyes tightly, expecting to feel pain go through his head, but didn't feel a thing. He slowly opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw.

Tord stood between the gun and Tom, a bullet wound straight to his head. Todd gulped, realizing his mistake, but laughed anyways as Tord fell to his knees. Todd led his two soldiers away as Tom rushed to Tord's side.
"Tord?!? Come on buddy.... wake up!!!" Tom shook Tord, who was now laying on the ground, blood pouring out of his head. Tom turned Tord over and rested his head on his pants, not caring if they were drenched in blood.
"Tord, you can't do this to me..." Why was he acting like his world was slipping away? It was just Tord, his enemy. The body shifted slightly and Tom gasped, hugging Tord close.
"Tom...?" Tord sounded so weak and helpless. Tom dropped Tord, knowing he didn't have much longer to live, even though he was confused at how the communist leader could even still be alive. Tord smiled up at Tom and beckoned him down. Tom obeyed, leaning over Tord's face, making tears splash onto his cheeks.
"I'll.... see ya around...." Tord coughed slightly, causing blood to leak out of his mouth. "I.... love... you." Tord stated weakly before leaning up slightly and kissed Tom on the lips, Tom was shocked but slowly kissed back as Tord went limp in his arms. Tom finally pulled back and started crying more, tears slipping out of his eyes fast as he heard someone run over; probably either Edd and Matt or Paul and Patryck.

Tom gasped loudly as he shot up in his bed, gripping his blanket close to his chest. His heart pounded at a million miles per second as his mind recapped what had happened in his dream.
Why was he so sad that his enemy had been shot to death? And why in the hell did he kiss him?