Blood(Tord X Reader)(Sequel)

Chapter Fifteen

--Your Pov--

Your eyes widen and you jump back even though you were laying down. You tumble off the bed and onto the floor. You groan as Tord sits up and rushes to your side. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You held your head with your other hand and regain your balance as you stand. You fix your eyes on Tord's panicked ones.

"You killed YOUR FATHER!?" You screamed, taking your hand off your head.

Tord frowned and let go of your hand. He took a small step back. Tears rolled down your cheeks.

"You are supposed to love your father! But you killed him... does that mean you would kill me?" You ask, holding yourself and imagining Tord bringing death your way and not changing his face from a stone cold killer's.

Tord opened his mouth slightly to talk but no words came out. He closed his mouth and looked at you with sad eyes. He stepped towards you for an embrace to make you feel better but you stepped back. Before he could do anything else, you ran over to the pair of pants you were wearing that day. You pulled out the picture you found in the old, rusty, and dusty office below the Medi-cells. You turned around and showed it to Tord.

"Was this him?" You point to the scary man that had little Tord on his shoulders.

"Yes." Tord nodded. "That was him."

"He looked like he was a good and caring father, apart from the fact he looks like a monster but my point still stands." You say. "Tell your side of the story because I don't think I'll be able to hear his anytime soon."

"Okey, we were like that at one point. It was before we heard about the Red Army. We had a life like everyone else, normal...-er." He paused. "One day, I was left home alone with my mom while my father went out to 'work'. I was up in my room reading a book. My mom was downstairs cooking dinner. It was late at night on a weekend so I could stay up later but not by much. I was REALLY into the book so I didn't hear what was going on downstairs. I faintly remember my stomach growling and snapping me out of the book. I set the book down and ventured downstairs. I kept looking around the house and repeatedly yelling 'mom'. I remember-oh-so-much... when I turned the corner. There she was, my mother was on the kitchen floor in a puddle of red, dark, blood. In the mind of a child, I didn't understand. I walked to her and bumped her shoulder saying 'mommy, wake up, I'm hungry'. A few seconds later, my father walked through the front door and yelled my mother's name. He rushed to her side as I stepped back." Tord sat down on the bed.

"What was her name?" You interrupt.

"I NEVER mention her name anymore." He shot a look at you.

You put your hands up in defense as he continued.

"About a day later, my dad and I decided to leave Norway because of his job. We had trouble getting across to Britain-told you that already-but we made it. I was still young so I still didn't understand much. He worked here, at the Red Army, this base. He was a highly ranked soldier. I was protected by him whenever the Leader walked into the tent and taken care of like that for many years. He defeated the Leader while I wasn't around and the office below the Medi-cells was his office, it hasn't been used since I killed him. He taught me where that secret was but I never taught anyone else. When I finally grew old enough and found out what had happened that ONE night, I ran away while the army patrol were at a low. I found my way to a school and I was adopted by the teacher. I wasn't very old, maybe around 8 or 9. I started to learn English and by the time I was either... 12 or 13, I was speaking perfect English. I continued my life with Tom, Matt, and Edd. We all met up at college again after I-don't-know-how-many-years. And you know the story from then to now pretty much. Patryk and Paul were sent by him because he had located me apparently. I agreed and joined the army. I had some training and in that short...-ish time I was gone, I killed him. I became the Red Leader and started some projects so they could get done while I was away visiting you. His name was Varg because he was strong, like his name says he is. He was as powerful as a wolf, but I was stronger. After all he did deserve death after ruining my life as well as others." Tord grumbled the last part.

"How... in the world... do you remember ALL THAT!?" You flip out. "Do you have photographic memory or something?"

"No, I actually have short-term memory loss." He joked.

You sit on the bed next him and playfully punch his arm. You both give a small laugh.

"You are full of bologna." You say. "But seriously, what did he do? I'm mean to deserve death and all that stuffs." You ask, shifting so you were facing Tord.

Tord pulled his legs up and sat so he was facing you to.

"You couldn't tell while I was telling the story?" He asked.

"I probably would have but you were going too fast and I couldn't keep up with every detail." You stop. "You didn't say what he did though right?"

"No." He answered.

"Oh, okey." You nod. "What was the bad thing?"

He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment before answering.

"He killed... he was the one who killed my mother."

(Exactly 1000 words! Well, before I wrote my author's note but still. *stamps foot* And I keep forgetting what I want to say here. By the way, 3.141592653589793238462... still go'n.
Date:03-16-17

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