Mine

Chapter 5

~Edd's P.O.V~

The two led Matt and I back down the stairs. The ginger stayed relatively close, our shoulders brushing as we walked. We both had a sense of nervousness to us, we can't be blamed though. After what Paul and Patryck had shown me... I don't think any of us want much more. I was then pulled from my thoughts by the sound of beeping. Glancing up, I felt instantly guilty.

Tom was awake, and he was not happy. Long gashes and bruises littered his body, a sharp contrast to his now pale skin. Could... Could I have helped stop this? If I had just joined rather than stuck to my morals as I had... Shaking my head to clear my unpleasant thoughts I made my way up to Tom, Matt staying close. "T-Tom?" I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. He slightly turned his head sideways, the straps keeping him from moving much.

"Edd... Matt... You agreed?" He sounded exhausted. "We figured it would benefit us more than well... death..." I mumbled hoarsely, hating the way my voice sounded. "Hmph, if he was going to kill us why aren't we already dead?" Tom growled, turning his head to gaze at Paul and Pat. "You aren't dead because Tord wants you all alive," Patryck responded, looking over the papers clipped to the clipboard. "Tom j-just give in please, we don't like seeing you hurt." Matt whimpered, his hand closing around mine.

A breathy sigh escaped Tom's lips. He turned his head back towards the ceiling, glaring at the blinding lights. "Sure, whatever." He muttered. Paul and Pat seemed to share a look of relief before Paul stepped forward and undid the straps. He stepped back as Tom sat up, rubbing his sore wrists. "Edd, Matt, if you will please come with me I'll show you to where you'll be staying. Tom, please go with Patryck to get you all fixed up, you'll join your friends shortly after.

~Tom's P.O.V~

I shrugged, sliding off the bench. My legs were a bit shaky, suppose I should've expected that. Now that I think about it, I should've guessed a lot worse would've happened. Shaking my head I followed Patryck one way, Paul leading my friends the other way. We walked up some stairs to what appeared to be the base's hospital. "Let me go get some supplies, then I'll fix you up and you can go see your friends." I nodded, gazing around the room. "Stay put." Patryck ordered before disappearing into a different room.

I sighed, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. 'I miss my hoodie..' I thought irritably, walking to the file cabinets. Slowly I opened one, flipping through the names, 'Who the hell is Yuu...?' Shrugging off the thought I paused, my hand resting on Tord's file. Maybe it was curiosity that made me pull it out and open it. The first page was pretty boring, profile picture, basic information, stuff like that. I nearly dropped the file when I saw the second page. It was a bloodied picture of him, but he seemed to be so much younger, maybe twelve or thirteen. Turning my eyes away from the image I began reading.

Not many knew of his childhood, as of right now only two people know.

Make that three...

Before Tord became our leader he lived a relatively normal child's life. His parents always being busy led to him growing distant. When they begun performing tests on their own child he grew unstable, to the point of-

The file was ripped out of my hands as a loud slap echoed around the room. I raised a hand to my stinging cheek, turning my gaze up to the one who slapped me. "The fuck do you think you're doing Thomas.." Tord sounded in pain, his knuckles white from gripping the folder so hard. "Being bored?" Tord just glared at me, as if I had just grown horns, which is very plausible. Before either of us could say a word Patryck picked that exact moment to show up, his voice cheerful. " Tom we can go see your fri-" he paused suddenly, paling at the sight of Tord.

"Heh.. ha... ah... Tom... Time to go!" Patryck sounded.. freaked out as he grabbed my arm, pulling me rather quickly away from Tord. Pat's frantic movements didn't subside until we reached what I assumed to be the rooms. My assumption was correct. Patryck took a moment to collect himself before opening the door, revealing Paul rewrapping Matt's bandages, Edd probably had already been treated. Pat had me sit on one of the beds, sideways so he could fix up my wing. I did my best to hold still, it hurt quite a lot if I'm being honest. Once he finished with my wings he tended to my other various scrapes and gashes. A soft sigh left him once he finished.

"Much to our dismay, Tord is going to have you all start training very quickly, you're special in a sense and he finds you all valuable so please don't do anything stupid." Patryck mumbled, taking a quick glance to his partner. Edd nodded, Matt following his example. I just stayed quiet. The two murmured quick goodbyes to us before leaving, perhaps to deal with Tord or something of that matter.

Edd sighed, leaning on the ginger's shoulder. "What exactly did we do to deserve this..." he mumbled, Matt just shook his head. "Damn-it" I growled, falling back on the bed, ignoring the pain that flared up from my wings. "Don't hurt yourself Tom." Matt mumbled quietly, sounding a little bit fretful. "Yeah yeah, I hear ya..."

~Tord's P.O.V~

I was shaking, why the hell had he of all people had to be looking through these fucking files. Of all people, it just HAD to be that damned Jehovah's Witness. I closed my eyes tight, slamming my less damaged hand against the wall. Letting my arm fall to my side I opened my grey eyes and glared at the files. Before I could destroy them Paul and Patryck basically ran up to me, saluting. "Sir the three are healing in the room you specified," Paul stated. I sighed, bringing my free hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Thank you, now one last task before you may retire to your rooms. Burn. These. Files. And any files that have to do with my fucking parents." I basically threw the files in my hand at Patryck before storming off towards my room.

It felt like ages before I reached my room. When I finally did I locked the door behind me and basically collapsed on my bed, an arm covering my eyes. Sighing I sat up, throwing off my uniform and boots, leaving me in a black t-shirt and red boxers. I then fell back, turning my body to face the wall.

Damn..

(A/N Holy crap it's been forever! Sorry for the wait... but hey, least I got this updated.. finally... heh... um anyways, I really appreciate the comments you guys leave! It makes me feel like my writing is worth something so ah... thanks! x3)