Min Alltid| An Eddsworld Fanfiction

Chapter One: Pyro (-Gore and Flame Warning-) (edited)

Two Years After 'The End':

Burning. Smoke. Fire. Pain.

     Tom was kneeling, his lungs inhaling the fumes of smoke, on the burning ground. He was clutching the remains of his face, groaning in agony. He felt the thick flames bypass the material of his blue hoodie, producing harsh burns all along his lean arms. His screams pierced through the crackling and night silence as the red and blue inferno reached his bloody face. He felt them enter his red eye sockets, the blood mending with the cold warmth. He gripped his face harder, black and colorful spots started to appear. He whimpered loudly and fell forward, banging his blazing against the bloody floorboards. He gasped for the longing air, his lungs violently scorching. Tom laid, almost completely slaughtered, his last thought as the large spots invaded were:

'Why?'

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     Tord watched in sick fascination as the building went up in blazes. Of course this was not from his doing, or his army's, but from his old friends (Edd and Matt). Apparently Matt was the undoing for the trio and decided that Tom would be no more.

     Tord's blue trench coat swished as he walked closer to the inferno. His heat resistant wear and metal arm shields him well as he strolled calmly inside the building. His gas mask (or protective mask in some places) took on a red and orange hue, while everything else was engulfed in flames. Tord's footsteps made the burning floorboards creak and behind him, sometimes fall apart. Tord stopped in front of a door, or lack there of, he walked through the entrance and the sight of a body laid on the burning blue floor. He sighed behind his mask and gently picked up the near dead corpse bridal style.

    As Tord walked back through the flames, he looked back at the other two burned out doors, he spoke on a course voice with a thick Norwegian accent.

"Don't worry, we'll see each other again, old friends."