Battlescars [Tord X Reader]

Chapter 4

     The familiar taste of rust poured into his mouth. Small splotches of blood fell onto the pure white snow. His face pushed into the ground while a harsh kick landed on his side. His body lay limp, not a muscle tensed. Faintly, he could make out muttering from a voice. It echoed throughout his skull, rebounding inside of him, dawdling on its way to the brain.

     Two against one. How could he have been so careless? It seemed he really was losing his edge.

     No names were exchanged as his confusion only deepened. The pounds in his hands; it wasn't much of course, it was most likely enough to get him one ticket and a cheap vending machine snack.

     He pocketed the money, quickly making his way towards the entrance. The bus was right outside; the snow being shoved away by the windshield wipers. It began caking onto the windows and everything outside that was unprotected. An employee appeared, finally announcing that the heater would be functioning in a few minutes. A little boy cheered, bouncing up and down at his mother's side.

     Who was that girl? That good-for-nothing was ignorant that was for sure. But she had a sharp tongue. She even called him a thief and a liar! Well, that was essentially what he was, but never in his life would someone dared disrespect him if they knew who he was. Anyone would shake before him if they knew what he had done. What he has done. She got under his skin, his blood boiling as he recalled the events. Being kind never got anyone anywhere. 

      His hand slipped into his back pocket, sliding out the wallet. He held it out in front of himself, inspecting it. All of that fuss for someone she didn't even know. The hoodie he wore seemed to get hot with frustration. Why was he getting so concerned about this? It was the one time in a long time someone stood up to him...well...someone else did as well, recently. But he didn't matter. He was a bastard. All of them; bastards.

      But that girl; she was making him doubt what he had done. His eye was locked onto the brown leather wallet. His face contorted as he walked away from the door and away from his bus. It took off and he cursed inwardly at himself. Stupid. What he was doing was completely moronic. 

     Hurriedly, he passed the man with the gold watch who was sitting in a chair. While he was distracted, fumbling with his pockets; the bandaged man placed the wallet on the ground and stood back up. He would have used the 'bend-down-to-tie-shoelaces'  trick, but that would have seemed awkward tying the lace with one hand.

      As his gaze was brought back up, he watched irksomely as the bus drove further and further away. He decided that he had already stayed in one place for long enough. If he waited for the next bus, he would be caught. It looked like the few pounds that he had received would do next to nothing for him. 

     The whole encounter with her ate away at him. Her face was replaced with another's. It was a face that was bitter and sullen. It was a quite familiar face. Spiked hair and a blue hoodie and it made him fume. Forcefully, he pushed it out of his mind; both of the faces.