Two years after The End:
Tom fell to his knees, his black eyes scrunched close in sadness. His friends, well now ex-friends, left him. He had nothing left. Thick black smoke surround and engulfed him. The flicking forms of fire spreaded fast and soon the entire house was alit. But Tom could care less, he didn't think it'd matter if he died, no one cared. No one would come and save him from the monsters that feed off his depression or the fire that had licked its way up his body.
But that's what he thought, not what someone else did. Tom wasn't alone in the burning apartment, an old friend was there. The person kneeled in front of Tom reached out a red metallic hand towards him, speaking as he did so.
"You're not alone, Tom. Let me help you." Tom coughed as the thick smoke reached his lungs, he struggled with his words.
"C-commie? What the-*cough* Heck are you doing here?! Leave!" Tom looked into Tord's single eye, his black holes staring into them. Tom shut his eyes and clutched at his chest, the emotion and physical pain overwhelming.
"I won't leave Tom, not like them." From Tord's covered mouth came a sigh as he looked at the near unconscious body. "Looks like I have to carry you now. Don't worry, you'll get your answers later." Tord reached out with his prosthetic arm and threw Tom roughly over his shoulder, without much struggle from the witness.
The black smoke covered their escape and a picture of the whole group was left to burn...just like everything else.
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"Why did you do it..." Edd looked at Tom. Matt was lying on the floor, blood pooling around him. A Desert Eagle was clutched in Tom's hand.
Tom stared at Edd, his pixelated green eyes emotionless. The green hooded man flinched as a familiar voice wafted through the apartment, "because I told him too, Dear Old Friend..."
Bang
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Tom's eyes flew open to see black. Pitch black. His body aches and groaned, he could feel the cuts that littered his skin and burns that scorched his legs, arms, and back. He groaned in pain as he tried to sit up.
"W-Why can't I see? What the heck happened?" Then it hit him, everything. The memories came rushing at Tom like a tidal wave of sadness. His eyes widened and tears started to rain down his face. His head ached and he clutched with his hands where his heart is.
"Tom?" Said man gasped in surprise at the sudden sound.
"COMMIE! What the heck did you do to me?! Why can't I see?" He felt cold metal grasp his cheek, he hissed in surprise at the feeling. He felt the metal move his head upwards and he realized that the metal was Tom's prosthetic arm, he tried to get his head out of his grasp, but he kept a tight hold.
"Calm down, Tom. I'm not going to hurt."
Tom snarled and tried to get off the bed, "YEAH RIGHT, YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM!" Tord hurried over and tried to get him to lie down, he accidentally hit one of his major burns and Tom recoiled in pain, falling back onto the bed. He hissed in pain as he felt the bedsheets rub against his injuries.
Tord sighed,"This is why you need to stay in bed longer." He snapped his fingers after thinking for a bit, "Okay, Tom. I think I have something that can help you with your vision. I'll be right back, don't worry." He gently set his actual hand on Tom's soft hair and ruffled it slightly, reassuringly.
"Don't touch my hair..." Tom hissed.
(Tord) Third Person POV-
Tord walked down the medic hall and into the Lab Room. He walked up the head scientist, R. "Are they finished?"
R looked at him, held up a pair of black blocky goggles, and grinned, "That they are, Red Leader Sir. Just as you asked them to be."
Tord (RL) nodded in thanks and swiftly walked back to one of the Med Rooms. He spotted Tom, whom was completely oblivious to him, and sat down in the chair next to the bed. Tord took the moment to look at his old friend. Burn marks covered his arms and run up past the short sleeve shirt, there were small, almost healed, cuts along his hands.
'Probably from the glass when the windows shattered' Tord reminisced to himself. He continued to observe the still oblivious Tom, who looked to be deep in thought. Tord turned his one eyed gaze to Tom's eyes, or what was left of them. They still were black holes but blood surrounded the pits and they just looked....morbid. Tord fake cleared his throat, making Tom jump in surprise.
"I had one of my lead scientist and tech fanatic create something for you to see." He placed the goggles around Tom's 'eyes' and turned them on.
(Tom) Third Person POV-
Tom looked around the room, the pixel eyes following. His gaze landed on Tord and recoiled in shock. He may have seen Tord earlier, but he never got a clear look. Tord had a black eye patch on his right eye and the same side was completely covered in scars. He still wore his red hoodie, but it was covered partially by a marine blue trench coat. A name tag, with the name 'Red Leader', was clipped on to the front of the coat. He'd have to ask about Red Leader later.
Tord must have noticed him staring and spoke up, "The harpoon gun and explosion got me real good. But don't worry, Jehovah's Witness, I'm fine."
He could use this to his advantage, he needed to get out of here. He looked down in fake shame, "I-I'm sorry, Commie."
Tord gawked at Tom, but his gaze softened. "I know, Tom." He stood up, turned towards the door, and spoke from behind his shoulder, "you should get some rest, I'll come check on you later."
Deciding to follow the orders, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a fake reality, with a small smirk on his face.
