Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch.25 Splotches of Posion

((NOTE: The past ???'s POVs were NOT just 1 person! Now it will be, promise. Since Paul R. Has been identified I won't stop showing his as Paul's POV.
Some of the old ???'S were even characters you know that have appeared in the book ain't that crazy? But the main one that will be appearing and HAS appeared a lot in the past will be the only ??? Left.
Well, onto the story)

//Tom's POV//

I sat alone in the cold room. I was barley able to move and I could feel my knees locking and my skin getting stiff from the lack of movement. It might have been me but it was even getting hard to breathe. Everything was going so fast, I couldn't process it.
I remember splotches of colors.. Four, to be exact.. One splotch was red. The other three were monotonous grey colors splattered over the red like thick paint.

I closed my eyes and tried to rid of them. It's not like random images of paint meant anything, right? It's all mental. Let me tell you I have the mentality of a bowling ball!

I opened my eyes to the sound of the heavy and hoarse squeak of the metal door being opened. The Paul lad' came back in and a taller figure came in behind him. I tensed at the other figure.
"Here's your..." Paul began, grimacing as he looked for the right word. "...Tord." He finally concluded and took a side step so Tord could come closer to me.

This was either some game or some dude with a Tord haircut. This was definitely not Tord.

Like I said, same hair cut and color. His face was recognizable- but the look in his eyes gave me shivers. The insane look he gave me from the dream seemed less scary. The life filled eyes were know heavy grey like they were- but this time they didn't represent the cooling comfort of the rain against the colorless sidewalks.
No, that color was beautiful. Beauty and pure at the finest, down to the core.
These eyes were darker. They represented heavy factory and cigarette smoke, they represented cracking stones. Destruction, if anything.

I could spot the red hood under the heavy outfit of a blue buttoned up tail coated vest. It trailed down to his waist and before curling behind him into the largest tail of a tailcoat I've seen. It was even dragging on the floor.
His pants were similar to Paul's- who was currently giving some lovey look to a far off wall while his cigarette was quickly burning out- but damn could Tord wear stilettos.

The rest of the things on him were bandaids that covered his neck and his hands (of course not the fingers).
"'Ello, Thomas~" Tord purred lowly, making me jump slightly. The silence broke but soon fell back as I didn't know what to say.

He slowly walked around the chair, eyeing me from every angle. I could hear the click of his heels on the marble floor and I sighed softly. "Paul, report to your roommate that I want the documents he filed."

"All of 'em?" Paul asked as he took a log drag to his cigarette as he walked over. I eyed him and I could see him glance at me every so often. He'd snicker, too, as if he knew that I was intimidated by him.

As if! Stupid, chubby, sharpie eyebrows!
I'll show you whose intimidating...

"Aw, Red, look," Paul began, snorting as he pointed at me with the butt of his cigarette. "He's angry. Don't feed the gremlins after midnight."
He seemed to be way too amused with himself.
Too amused.
Tord huffed and smacked him on the back of the head, making Paul let out a low whimper of defiance. "Fine, I'll go get Klevitch and tell 'em to grab your documents.." he huffed and rubbed his messy hair, flicking what was left of the cigarette on the floor as he left.

Tord stared at me, ignoring the opening and closing squeaks of the metal door as he gently tapped my cheek.

"Oh, Thomas... Do you remember the UCube Vile?"