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Parents (Tord (slight) origin)

Parents are a funny thing...they influence us in ways people wouldn't understand.

*flashback*

I had just moved from my home country of Norway to London. Let's just say, I didn't quite fit in...

/3rd POV/

A small 12 year old boy with hair that looked like horns, is playing in a sandbox at recess. He has a black hoodie on and is playing with a red robot toy.

"Hey!" He says, as it's plucked out of his hands by a boy wearing a dark green shirt.

"Hey! This is pretty cool! Can I have it?" The boy in the green shirt asks.

"Sorry, but my dad gave it to me..." He replies reaching for his toy.

The boy in the green shirt yanks it back before he could take it back. "Then he won't mind me taking it, will he?"

The boy in the black hoodie gasps and lunges for it. "Give it back!" He does this, only to be punched in the face.

"No way!" He replies turning away.

The boy next to him in a dark blue shirt stops him. "Eduardo! The teacher says we should share!"

Eduardo rolls his eyes. "Whatever!" He pulls the toys right arm off and tosses it to the boy in the black hoodie. "Have fun, loser!" He runs off with the other too boys who were with him.

The boy stares at the arm sadly before clutching it in his hands and holding it to his chest, crying softly.

A boy in a bright green hoodie sees him crying and runs over and crouches next to him. "Hey... Are you alright?"

The boy in the black hoodie looks up at him with tears in his eyes and shakes his head.

The boy in the green hoodie sits next to him. "You wanna talk about it?"

The boy in the black hoodie pauses and shows him the arm. "A guy took my toy robot...it was important to me..."

The boy in the green hoodie takes it and looks at it for a moment. "Do you know what he looks like?"

"I...I think his name was...Eduardo?" The boy in the black hoodie says confused.

The boy in the green furrows his eyebrows and stomps over to Eduardo who is playing with the robot by the swing set. "Eduardo! You took my friends toy!"

Eduardo turns and looks at him. "What? This? He gave it to me!"

"No, you took it!" The boy in the green hoodie tackles him with a yell.

"Edd!" A boy in a yellow shirt and blue jeans with no eyes and hair that stands straight up, runs over, pulling Edd off of Eduardo.

The boy in the black hoodie gasps and runs over. "It's OK!...it's just a toy...On too old for them anyway..."

Edd huffs and walks to the sandbox with the boy in the black hoodie and the boy with no eyes. "Sorry about him. He's a jerk." Edd says flopping down onto the sand.

"Yeah...I can see that." He replies rubbing his arm.

"I'm Edd! This is my best friend, Tom."

"Hello." Tom says with a small wave.

"AHHH!!! THE ANTS ARE SEEKING REVENGE!!! IT'S MY PB AND YOU MEEANIES!!!" A boy in a grey hoodie and red hair runs over to the sand box. "MAKE THEM STOP EDD!"

Tom nocks the sandwich out of his hand and stomps on it. "There!"

"Awe..." The boy in the grey hoodie says, drooping.

"And that's Matt! Also my best friend!" Edd says putting his arms around their necks.

The boy in the black hoodie tilts his head with a small smile. "Tord...my names Tord."

"You got quite the shiner there Tord." Tom says reaching into his lunch box, pulling out a frozenham sandwich in a sandwich bag. "Here. Put this on your eye."

Tord takes it and puts it over his eye. "Will it help?" Tord asks.

"Sure will!" Edd answers. "So what'd'ya say? Friends?" He holds his hand out to Tord smiling.

Tord smiles back and shakes his hand. "Friends."

/Later that night.../

"You just let him punch you and not do anything about it?!" Tord's mother yells throwing her hands in the air. She is in a suit and has long hair with horns on top like his. "Tord, you don't just let him get away with it! When push comes to shove YOU push harder! I want you to get angry! DON'T let someone take what's rightfully yours!"

Tord winces slightly as she yells at him. He's stands with his feet apart shoulders length, hands behind his back, and back straight much like a soldier.

She kneels down to him with a sigh and kisses his forehead. "Tord, you're strong. You must use this to your advantage. You'll be a brave soldier some day, and you'll look over them all. Do you understand me, child?"

"Yes, mother." Tord says with a nod.

His mother sighs and hugs him. "Jeg elsker deg."

Tord hugs back. "Jeg elsker deg også."

"I want you to take it back tomorrow. I want you to take revenge. Do you understand?"

"Yes momma."

"Good." She kisses the top of his head. "Now, go get ready for bed."

/Next day/

Tord stands over Eduardo with the toy in his hand and blood on his knuckles.

"I-I'm sorry!" Eduardo says as good gushes out of his nose.

Tord leans down closer to his face, his eye looking like a bullseye and his face void of emotion. "You. Should. Be." He growls and walks over to the sand box where his friends are as they gape at him. "I got it back!"

Tord (AutumStone)