You Can't Forget

12

"MURDERER!"

"Wh-what?! N-no!" Tom was crouched by the table still holding the bloody knife. He was pale and tears ran down his face, dripping down to mix with the pool of blood on the ground.

"YES YOU KILLED HIM!" Tord was pointing at Tom screeching. "YOU KILLED A CHILD! MURDERER, MURDERER!"

"I WAS HELPING HIM!"

"HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE, DIDN'T YOU HEAR HIM!?"

"No......" Tom collapsed onto the ground, laying in Daniels blood. He clawed at it futilely, as if he could somehow revive the young boy.

Paul took a deep breath and pulled away from Patryk. He knew he couldn't afford to act weak at a time like this. No matter how much he hated it he had to help his leader... and his friend....... And he knew the perfect way to prove to himself that he could do it.

"SIR."

"What Pau, what is it?"

Paul came up to Tord and whispered in his ear. "Wouldn't it set more of an example if you made Thomas clean up the.... 'mess'?" Tord grinned from ear to ear.

"Great idea! This is why you and Pat are my best soldiers..." Tord stood up and yanked Tom to his feet. He then shoved him on top of the lifeless body of Daniel. He shrieked. "You did this Tommy. You killed him. Now you get to clean up YOUR mess!"

Tom whimpered pathetically and continued sobbing. Paul and Patryk left the room, leaving Tom alone with Tord.

"You're a disappointment. Your standing there, free to move with a knife in your hand, alone in a room with me, and you just stand there sobbing. This is your chance Tommy boy. What you have been waiting for. Come on, do it! Kill me! Make me suffer! I've had my revenge, so come get yours! Or are you too scared?" Tom stood up straight, facing away from Tord. He fell silent, no longer sobbing. "Your nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your friends don't care about you, they didn't even notice when we took you! Your weak. You can't even bring yourself to kill me, the one who brought you to this hell!"

Tord then had an idea that would change everything.

"And you're just like me."