My Guardian Angel (A TomTord Fanfic)

Chapter 9

(Sorry if these chapters are kind of getting deep. I want to add some character backstory building in here before shit hits the fan.)

While Tord hated his powers and his true nature, Tom hated something different about himself. His future sight. He hated the quote-on-quote 'gift' he was given. He didn't even earn the bloody power. But he cursed its existence; cursed the headaches he would get, cursed the visions he would see that, most of time, would never happen.

One day, early in the morning, when the two opposites got up, Tord asked Tom a simple question as the two drank glasses of milk Tom had got from the nearby town.
"Thomas?"
"Hm? What is it?" Tom looked up from his previous postion of staring down at the grains of wood on the table.
"I was wondering.... how did you gain that future sight ability of yours?" Tord asked, taking a sip from his glass. Tom leaned back in his seat.
"Well, I guess I could tell you the story. Remember a few weeks ago when you got that?" Tom pointed to Tord's lava arm. The eldritch nodded. "And the story I told about Paul and Edd?" Tord nodded again.
"Yeah? What about it?"
"Well, I got it after that... 'incident'. After I presumed Edd was... well, dead.... I was teleported back to my own world. To prevent another incident from happening again, they gave me the so called 'gift' of future vision. It doesn't do shit, though. All it does is give me headaches and visions. Most of the visions don't even happen." Tom explained and Tord slowly nodded, looking out of the nearby window and to the front yard. Tom looked back down at the table.

Then, he felt it. A sharp, stinging pain in his temples. He groaned softly and placed his fingers to them, rubbing in circles. Tord looked at his friend curiously.
"Are you ok?"
"Heh.... yeah. I'm fine. Just a small headache." Tom faked a smile and Tord nodded again, not really buying what the angel was selling. As the eldritch turned back to the window, Tom placed his elbows on the table and closed his eyes. He put his head down completely so that the faint glow of the sky blue eye on his forehead wouldn't be obvious to Tord.

When Tom closed his eyes, another vision came to him. But, unlike others he would get, it was chopped up and in sudden movements or pictures, like a slideshow. Or, like the vision was not fully completed.
The first part of t, Tom felt a stinging pain take over his body and felt his wings open up, even if they didn't in the real world. His vision then cut to black. Then sudden faded back into another one where he was looking down at Tord, even if he was smaller than the eldritch. His friend looked terrified, with a few blood splatters on his cheek, and was cowering. Then, the vision cut out again.

When it faded back in, Tom only saw Tord with pure orange eyes and clawed hands. He seemed to be roaring at the sky, almost as if he was in pain. Then, it cut out again, and for good.
The angel slowly opened his eyes as the light blue light coming from his forehead faded away fully and the eye closed. He looked up to Tord as the headache faded, and static filled his ears. The eldritch was staring out of the window still, seemingly deep into a daydream. Tom shook his mind to clear it, but his last vision picture stayed burned into the back of his mind. He then looked back at Tord with two questions on his mind.

Where those visions bullshit or were they really going to happen? And why was Tord scared and then like a monster?