The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 20

(Shoutout to Lavenderpetal for giving me this idea for this chapter!)

Parker groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head, which felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer.
"Ow... what... happened?" He asked himself and looked around the dark room he was in. "And where the hell am I..?"

"You're in MY territory now, bitch." Came a voice from one side of the room. Parker instantly looked over there, recognizing the Norwegian accent from a mile away. His eyes narrowed and he let out a growl like a caged animal.
"Tord...."
"Hah! He knows my name! Clever, clever thing. Isn't he, Thomas?" The norski asked and turned his head, or from what Parker could see from the outlines in the doorway. From this view, he saw another, smaller figure walk up besides Tord.
"Yay....? What the actual fuck are you doing, commie? I thought you said you were going to kill him with a gun."
"Pssh... that's boring. I wanted to have some 'fun' with this last victim of ours." Tord responded and he flicked on the lights. Parker titled his head in confusion, wondering what was going on. He looked over to see the red and blue leaders standing in the same doorway. Tord stepped forwards and pulled something out from his back pocket.
"Tord. Where the hell did you get that?" Tom asked, panic starting to rise in his voice. Tord laughed.
"I stole it from you when you had your back turned, Tom." He responded and held the object tightly in his hand. This showed to be a hand-held taser gun, which wasn't too threatening to Parker.
   "What are you going to do? Shock me to death?" Parker retorted. Tord glared at him.
  "Precisely." Tord answered and smirked as Parker laughed.
   "With that little thing?! Come on! It's not that powerf-" The Crimson Navy soldier was cut off by his own scream as Tord pushed the trigger on the taser. Tom backed away from the door with his hands covering his eyes. He clearly didn't want to see the massacre that was about to happen. Thankfully, Tord took his finger off the trigger and the cords came back to the taser machine, leaving Parker laying on the ground. He groaned in pain, his hair standing on end and his nose bleeding.

"That was just the low setting." Tord stated calmly and amped it up to the next level before pulling the trigger again. This time, Tom ran away fully from the door and down the hall. The red leader took notice of this and looked over his shoulder. "Tom! Come on, this is what you wanted, right?!" He called after the other, who was long gone by now. Tord sighed and rolled his eyes, lifting his thumb away from the trigger again. He smirked and amped it up fully, not even looking at Parker to see the damage he had caused.

Tom ran as fast as his legs could carry him down the hall and towards one of the metal doors of the lab. Even if he barely knew the Red Army base layout, he just needed a place to hide away. As he shut the door of the room behind him, he heard another scream come from down the hall and a loud zapping sound. He gulped and dove behind an office desk in the room, curling up into a ball and hid his face in his knees as he started to hyperventalte. Tord plus a weapon that could slowly kill a person was not a good combination at all. How had he been so stupid to make sure the weapon was on him at all times?!

"Thomas? Where are you?" Came a familiar accent from outside of the door. Tom gulped and curled up more, thinking maybe he could hide from the psychopath.
Just as he thought that, the door to the room he was hiding in opened slowly, as Tord poked his head inside and looked around.
"Tom? You in here, buddy?" Tom couldn't help but growl softly, which he shouldn't have done. Since the room was silent, Tord easily heard the growl and opened the door fully before stepping inside the room. Tom gulped as he heard footsteps come close to the desk.
After a few seconds, the noise died down, so Tom decided to look up. He instantly let out a short scream as he saw Tord's face peaking over the top of the gap. The norski smiled and got off of the top of the desk.
"There you are! Come on, Tom, we should go back to the conference room." Tord crouched in front of the gap in the table and stuck his hand out, only for it to be slapped away by Tom. Tord looked at him confused before standing up and backing away from the desk as Tom crawled out and stood up. He narrowed his eyes at Tord, who looked like he didn't just electrocute someone to death.

"You are fucking sick, Tord. Fucking. Sick. YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM NORMALLY, NOT FUCKING ELECTROCUTED HIM IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. THATS BASICALLY TORTURE YOU ASSHAT!" Tom screamed at the other, who looked taken aback.
"Tom, calm down. You said you wanted me to kill him anyway I wanted to, so I followed YOUR instructions."
"I didn't fucking mean that, you sadist." Tom balled his fist up and punched Tord in the cheek on the damaged side of his face, making him spiral back and flinch. The Brit instantly took action as the norski was down and kicked him in the stomach, causing his enemy to fall over onto his side and cough up some blood. "You fucking disgust me." Tom stated coldly and left the room, remembering the way they got down there so he could get back to his own army's base.