You Can't Forget

8

Tord arrived at the top of the stairs to see Paul and Patryk waiting for him. "Ah, perfect!"

"Tord........" Paul stepped forward.

"What, what is it Paul???"

"I-......."

Patryk stepped in. "We need to talk."

"PERFECT that's exactly what I was going to ask of you two! Meet me in my room."

"Sir, what about your of-"

"Don't argue with me Pat, I'll meet you there in five minutes." Tord immediately went to his room and closed the door behind him. He looked at all the papers scattered on the floor. He picked one up. It was a drawing depicting Tom tied down with a cage of rats on his bare stomach. Several smaller drawings showed the steps for this method of torture. Someone would put a candle near the rats and they would panic. They would then burrow into the victims stomach, killing him slowly.

"No...... no way." He dropped it and picked up another. This one actually had a title: Cheshire grin. The idea was that you would slit either side of the victims mouth and as he screamed in pain the flesh would tear into a grin.

"No not this one either! I can't ruin his beautiful face." He picked up another. This one showed the effects of injecting liquid nitrogen into someone's bloodstream.

"UHG! I don't want to kill him, I can't play with him if he's dead!!!!"

"U-um....." Paul and Patryk were just closing the door behind them.

"Oh! I didn't see you come in." Paul's arm was around Patryk's shoulder. They both looked around at the papers. "I see you've been busy....."

"Yes I have! Which is why I called you two here...."

"Tord....... were worried about you...." Paul stepped forwards. Patryk stepped with him, keeping his arm around him. Paul looked at it slightly annoyed.

"I think it's TOM you need to worry about," Tord chuckled.

"Larsson, look at me!" Paul stepped forwards again, brushing Patryk's hand away. Tord snapped his head up. "Listen. I hate to say this, but Tom is right."

"What do you mean 'Tom is right?'"

"I..... Pat and I heard everything.... " Tord was silent. "The only thing you talked about for three years was Tom. Tom, Tom, Tom. Nothing but TOM. Now that you have Tom.... well...... you talk as if you don't plan to........." Paul trailed off.

"Kill him? Well I don't! Why would I? If I kill him then I can't make him feel what I felt!"

Patryk stepped in. "That's another thing. You keep saying that you going to 'make him feel what you felt' but... you doing much more."

"Is there a PROBLEM soldier?" Tord growled.

Patryk and Paul sighed in unison. "No sir." clearly Tord wouldn't listen now.

"Good. Now, as soon as he falls asleep I want him strapped down again, do you understand?"

"Sir, if you have no intention of killing him then you must give his wounds time to heal."

"I'll be careful. Besides, he needs to learn that I'M the boss around here, not him!"

"Yes sir...." Patryk looked at Paul. Paul gave him a sad smile then put Patryk's arm around him. They left together and Tord went back to the papers around him. He picked one up and looked at it.

"Oh yes, that's a good one...." He set it on the bed and kept looking. He picked up another and studied it for a moment. "Well.... I could make this work....." He put it on top of the other one.

Pretty soon Tord had a stack of papers. he was looking them over when he hear a knock at the door.

"To-...... Red leader? He's ready for you......"