I do care....((PaulTord Fanfic))

°•Chapter 1 - Found•°

I swear, I didn't know what I was doing
I never wanted to hurt them....
But now....
I have nowhere to go....
Everything in my life....taken away with the softest squeeze

He just sat there, staring up up the gray sky, and delicate snowflakes falling gently down from the sky, and onto the ground. There was something in the air, he could feel that it was around Christmastime. Heh, Tom would be THRILLED about that. At least he knew his old friends were safe now, having looked up where they lived before he disbanded his army.

Ah, his army.... The memories he had from that experience as a leader came flooding back to him, almost instantly. Some were great memories....then their was the more.....painful memories..... He stared at the sky, zoning out completely into his thoughts.

"I AM NOT....YOUR....FRIEND!!!" That's what Tom had practically screamed out, before firing the harpoon at Tord, the harpoon that would forever change him. The explosion.... One of the things he regretted most about his life, and he would have to deal with the pain of what happened to him forever. He was a murderer, and nothing would change that.

There was a dark grey hoodie hanging loosely off of him, as he was incredibly scrawny right now, which made him more fragile to be brutally honest, and he also was wearing light colored jeans. Tord shivered, as he stared at his right hand, with was the hand that was connected to his robot arm. This stupid arm he hated so much. So ugly. His eyes narrowed, as he shivered, carefully wrapping his arms around himself, trying to keep from freezing to death out here. Currently, he was sitting on the very edge of a highway, under a bridge that branched off another road, and was way above his head. Tord hugs his legs close to his chest, them probably being the warmest part of his body right now. He had to shift every now and then, to make sure his heels didn't get stuck in ice. He had done all the walking he could today, and it was hard to walk in high heels, but that's all he had. Though, his ankles would pay dearly for all that walking later. Walking a few miles wasn't easy, especially since he was a little under 5 feet tall, his legs were a bit short. Unlike most males he knew, he had a more feminine figure, sometimes getting mistaken for a girl, though he didn't bother to correct anyone anymore, he was just too tired.

His face was covered with scars, cuts, and small bruises, and it hurt to talk much. It was hard being homeless, nowhere to go, no one seemed to be kind enough to even talk to him. Sometimes some troublesome people want to do messed up shit to him. Some wanted to fight him, which he tried to decline the offer, but they just beat him up pretty badly anyways. Others wanted to make them their little sex slave, and he just let them do whatever. There were tons of bite marks, bruises, cuts, scratches, and hickeys all over his body. He didn't enjoy it at all, but he hadn't the strength to fight back, and they took advantage of that with ease. His clothes were slightly torn in some places. Surprisingly, the only piece of clothing not that affected by any damage were his heels. They were boots that came up to his knees, the way he always liked it. The Norski coughs into his hand a bit, knowing that the cold was getting to him now. He knew it already, he knew he was going to die sooner or later. Why was it taking so long? He didn't understand.

Tord was so out of it, he barely noticed the black blur that sped past him, but he snapped to slight attention when it screeched to a stop, like the driver had noticed something. Tord noticed the truck backing up, until it rolled to a stop in front of him. The truck was indeed black, but the truck looked old, and definitely outdated. There wasn't much rust on it, surprisingly.

"Larrson?" Tord's eyes widen slightly, hearing the voice, and recognized it as... A tall figure, stepped out of the truck and they both stared at each other for a second, before he rushed over, wrapping Tord in his jacket without much, hesitation

"Tord, you silly....come on, up. You're coming with me," He picked the smaller male up with ease, having always been pretty strong. Tord was carefully set into the passenger's seat, and he instinctively curls the jacket around himself, staring at the other male as he shut Tord's door as he went over and got into the driver's seat.

"....P....Paul...?" Tord barely managed, his energy was dangerously low. The warmth of the jacket helped him a little, but Tord still wanted to black out, as he was exhausted.

"Don't worry, buddy....imma get you home...it might take awhile, so feel free to sleep, I'm guessing you are tired from the look on your face," Paul smiled warmly at the smol. Tord was about 2 feet shorter than he was, so he always knew Tord thought he was a giant. God, it had been so long, as it's been about 2 years since Tord disbanded the army and Doodles((aka Pat)) went missing. Tord nodded at his former soldier, and he tries his best to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

Paul began driving again, focusing on the road, trying not to swerve or make any sharp movements, to avoid waking his leader. He sighed lightly. This reminded him of old times, as sometimes he would have to carry Tord back to his room if he fell asleep during the middle of working. He was always sure not to wake Tord up, as he was a gentle giant, which was okay with him

Paul turns lightly, still avoiding waking up his former leader, as he drives on the busy highway, getting stuck in traffic once or twice. But after what seemed like an hour, they finally turn onto the right exit

((To be continued tomorrow, i need sleep))