You Can't Forget

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Down in the darkness, in the back of a cell, a thin figure crouched, silently sobbing. It was Tom. A very scared, starved, and tired Tom. His eyes burned as the tears ran down his face. Suddenly the light flipped on and he wasn't alone in the room.

"Hello..... old friend," snarled Tord. Tom quickly dried his face and turned to look at his old enemy.

"How are you alive," Stated Tom flatly. "I shot you, you died"

"HA then your a horrible shot Jehovah. You missed." Tord waved his arms around as he talked. Tom inhaled sharply as he caught sight of His robotic arm. Tord grinned. "Ah yes....." he held out his arm "you may not have taken my life, but you still stole everything from me.... including my arm and eye." Tom looked up at Tord's face, trying not to laugh.

"O-oh," he sputtered.

Tord lunged at Tom, grabbing the bars to his cell. "Somthing funny????" He hissed.

"N-no...." Tom shrank back, cowering.

"That's better." Tord smirked and took a close look at Tom. His hoodie was in tatters along with his shirt. His skin could be seen through several holes. He was thin, but then again he was ALWAYS thin. The skin around his "eyes" was puffy and red. It was clear he had been crying. That made Tord happy.

"Wh-why am I h-here?"

Tord grinned like a mad man. "You know why your here....." Tom remained silent. "Your here to repay your debt to me."

"Wh-......"

"Your so scared," chuckled Tord. "And you should be." He leaned in close. "Your going to feel everything I felt..... and more...." Tom pressed his back against the wall, trying to get away.

"Sleep tight Tommy boy....." Tord backed up and flipped out the light. "Because only he|| awaits you tomorrow." He walked up the stairs leaving Tom alone once again.

"I-" Tom simply burst into tears. His sobs of terror echoed throughout the basement. Tord stood at the top of the stairs. He listened to Tom's sobs, smiling.