You Can't Forget

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Darkness..... that's all Tord could see..... darkness..... it was silent.... except, wait... was that??? Yes it was! The sound of rushing water could be heard in the distance..... but was it getting... louder? Yes it was.... in fact.....

"uh oh......" suddenly a tidal wave of not water, but blood, towered over Tord. "OH GOD OH GOD" he tried to run, but he couldn't move. He was helpless as the ocean poured down on him. He was washed away, his head trapped under.

"HELP OH GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME" all he felt was terror. It was consuming him, blocking out all other emotions. Then the blood started to speak.

"Tord, how could you do this to me? How could you!" It said. "HOW COULD YOU RED LEADER!?"

"I-I don't understand!"

"Sir......"

"Wha-"

"SIR" Tord sat up in his bed, gasping.

"Sir- I'm sorry, you were crying out in your sleep!"

"Wha-" Tord rolled over to find Paul and Patryk looking down at him with worried expressions on their faces.

"Sir, are you ok? You were talking in your sleep," asked a worried Paul.

"I- I'm fine." Tord couldn't remember his dream, but for some reason he felt..... sad.....

"Are you sure? You look like you were..... crying."

"I said I'm fine!" Snapped Tord. Paul flinched. Tord sighed. "What do you want?"

"Tom is all ready for you. He's still sleeping so I suggest you go before he wakes up," suggested Patryk.

"He's already strapped down and everything?" Tord got up, still only in his boxers.

"Yes. Everything is ready and set out." Patryks voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Thank you Pat.... you two are dismissed." Patryk playfully slung and arm around Paul and the two walked away. Tord smiled and put on his uniform. He fumbled several times, trembling with anticipation. He could already smell the sharp tang of Tom's blood. He hopped up, now fully dressed, and dashed out of his room.

"Red leader!" Several boys and young men stood and saluted.

"At ease." They lowered their arms. "Today is a very special day..... go do what you want." They simply looked at each other in confusion. Tord simply rolled his eyes and headed to a very special room.

"Nothing could ruin a day like this......" now at the door to the room, he opened the door and stepped inside. He was greeted with a large table in the middle of a cold and dimly lit room. Pushed up against every wall were cabinets and tables, full of tools of torture. Knives, chains, scalpels, razors, too many instruments to name. But that's not what interested Tord the most...... what he REALLY cared about was the table in the middle of the room.

"Oh Tom.... your so beautiful when your helpless and ready for me to cut into...." Tom was in nothing but his boxers. He was strapped down to the table on his back. He was sleeping, clearly drugged. "Don't worry.... I'll be here when you wake up."

As if on cue, Tom's eyes fluttered.