A Stolen Heart (TomTord)

Chapter 14

(OH FRUCK YEAH WERE FINALLY HERE-
I WAS GOING TO HOLD THIS OFF BUT FRICK IT TOMMO WANTS ME TO MAKE YOU GUYS FEEL OUR PAIN BECAUSE THEY KNOW THE ENDING-

This is the first part of the ending, by the way! I hope you enjoyed this fanfic! I loved writing this and I hope you like these last three chapters.)

   The next night was an anticipated one for Thompson. Throughout the day of helping Edward, he couldn't get the bandit off his mind. He kept asking around town, no one had seen someone that looked like him, and he even stopped by Todd's at night to ask him if he had seen anything. With a sigh, Todd shook his head, leaving Thompson in the dark of where the bandit was hidden.
   That night, Thompson ran to the middle of the town, where Tord was waiting for him. The bandit smiled and jumped down from his sign post.
   "I see you haven't found me." Thompson nodded sadly. Tord put his hands on his hips. "Before I say, I want to know about what happened today. Like before." Tord said with a smile. To be honest, he was internally panicking,  scared of what the sheriff would say after this. Would he be happy and live with it? Or something else?
   "Well, we found Edward's little prince." Thompson explained. Tord nodded, walking closer to the shorter sheriff. "Matthew. He's ok, he got out of his cage just fine. They're staying for a few days before taking a ship back to London." He finished. Tord nodded again, humming. "So? Want to tell me now?"

   Tord took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah. I'm surprised you didn't find me. I was right under your nose. First clue, say my name."
   "Tord." Thompson sounded confused.
   "Exactly. Last name."
   "Adder..." Thompson mumbled.
   "Alright. Say them together."
   "Tord Adder?"
   "Yeah. What do I sound like?"
   "I... don't know?" Thompson gulped. Tord sighed.
    "You're an idiot..." Thompson's eyes widened. Tord's voice always had been deep, but it sounded like it was an act now. He dropped the deepened voice, making his voice light with an accent to it. It sounded exactly like Todd.
   "Todd... Todd Audet..." Thompson mumbled. Tord smiled.
    "There we go." He chuckled. His red eyes that shone in the moonlight faded to a light, stormy gray. He leaned down a bit and kissed the sheriff, hoping that Thompson would be ok with his disguise.

 

   Instead, he was just met with Thompson shoving him away, a wild look in his eyes as he backed up. Tord's eyes switched back to red.
   "Thomas..? What's wrong?"

   Without a single word, the sheriff ran off into the night, right back to his office. Leaving Tord to stand there in the desert dust, wondering what the hell happened.