You Can't Forget

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That night Tord lay awake in his bed. He couldn't sleep- not after what had happened that day. In fact, would he ever be able to sleep again? The thoughts of him and Tom swirled in his head. He hoped he said the right thing- he wanted Tom to trust him.... the only way Tom would feel what he felt is if he was able to show him the responsibility and pain of being a leader- of having to constantly stay strong in front of an army that FEARED you-

Tord even figured if he could completely win over Tom, it wouldn't hurt to break his heart.... Did he love Tom? Well.... He loved seeing Tom.... in chains..... screaming..... in pain.... and bleeding...... yeah ok no he didn't love Tom. He was however CLEARLY obsessed still- even if-

"Why Tord"

What

"How could you say that?" Tom was in the room- lurking in the dark..... Tord looked wildly around but couldn't see him. The room was dim with a by of light, yet Tom was seemingly invisible.

"HOW ARE YOU HERE!?"

"You know it's not true- I'm not like you...."

"WHERE ARE YOU!"

"But you can make me like you-"

Tord pinpointed the voice.

"If you care enough-"

It came from under the bed.

"Because I care-"

Blood began to seem through the mattress, soaking Tord.

"Old friend..."

"Suddenly the world was plunged into silence- a silence so deep your ears rang. The mattes was thrown in the air, Tord still on top, as black tar gushed from the floor like a geyser. Soon the room was filled with the stuff and Tord swam in an ocean of black sticky---- Blood....

It wasn't red, yet Tord knew what it was.... and who's it was. The sounds of demonic screeching filled Tord's ears. He was drowning.....

then..

another voice- Screaming.......

Tom

Tord woke up, yet- He still heard the shrieking.