You Can't Forget

5

Tord was falling. Falling and falling. All he felt was fear. It coursed through his body, taking over his mind. He opened his mouth to scream but before he could make a sound he hit the ground. It didn't hurt, but he stopped falling. He tried to sit up, but found he could not. He tried rolling away but couldn't move. He looked around wildly.

"Why..... how could you do this?" A voice could be heard, but Tord could not turn his head to look. "I'm scared Tord." Those words sent new waves of fear through Tord. Then a very familiar face appeared above him.

"Tom!" Tom stood above him, sobbing. But instead of tears, blood poured from his eyes. It dripped down onto Tord's face.

"How could you?"

"How could i what!?" Tord screamed. Suddenly, sharp pain ripped through his body. Large gashes appeared all over Tom's body, but Tord was the one who cried out.

"Now it's your turn Tord. Your turn to feel what I felt!" As Tom spoke these words the gashes in his body flew open, ripping his body apart. Tord screamed in agony, seeing as HE was the one who felt the pain. Blood was all he could see. Well, blood and bits of Tom flying in every direction.

Tord woke up, screaming and sobbing. He sat up in his bed, panting. He was alone in his room but.... he felt.... TRULY alone. It was as if a part of him died inside...

"TORD WHATS HAPPENING!?" Paul and Patryk burst into the room, nearly ripping the door off its hinges. "WE HEARD SCREAMING!"

"S-stand d-d-down," sobbed Tord. He looked up at his two friends. They were probably the only soldiers in the red army who knew Tord's real name. They were his best men, but also his closest friends.

"Tord...." Paul stepped forward and put a hand on Tord's trembling shoulder.

"I'm fine." He shrugged him off and got up. "Is he ready for today?"

"I- well uh" Tord looked up questioningly.

Patryk stepped in "sir, he's not ready for another session. He need time to recover before he looses more blood." Paul looked at Patryk great fully.

Tord sighed. "Well where is he now?"

"Back down in his cell. He is either sleeping or passed out, either way he's unconscious." Patryk desperately wanted to make sure his friend was ok, but he didn't dare argue with the red leader.

"Fine. I won't harm him today. I still need to talk to him." Tord stood up and began to get ready.

"Do you want us to wake him?"

"No." Tord was now fully dressed and began loading his gun. "I want to be the first face he sees."

Tord stood in the darkness, slowly letting his eyes adjust. He didn't want to flip on the lights, he knew Tom was afraid of the dark.

Tom lay still, his arms by his sides. His legs were bandaged perfectly in hopes his wounds would heal quickly. He didn't move. He looked so peaceful. His face was completely relaxed. Tord was intrigued. He got down on his knees and crawled up by Tom's face.

"Hello Tommy boy," whispered Tord. "I hope your as excited to see me as I am to see you." Tord sat down, leaning over Tom. He put his robotic hand on Tom's cheek and lightly stroked his face. With his good hand he pet his hair.

"Heh.... so soft and fluffy!" It was still soft and bouncy, as if it could never loose its shape. For a moment Tord forgot that Tom was asleep and started to hug his head.

"Nnnnrrrgggg....." Tom groaned and stirred. Tord jumped and pulled his arms away from Tom. His startled expression turned into a grin and he put his face up to Tom's, waiting for him to open his eyes. Tom's groaned again then opened his eyes.