Forgiven Sorrows

Forgive Me

It was the day Tord had came back from Norway, everything was fine until the one moment that Tom knew
something was wrong, he had found a wanted poster on a store window showing a picture of Tord with a gun and a jacket with a name plate reading "R.L". After those few moments everything had gone wrong, especially when Tord betrayed them and tried to take over, Tom shot him with a harpoon and he went crashing down, he survived, but they thought he didn't. While they were walking away from the hill of dust and ashes that used to be their house they heard a faint but familiar voice, "Guys, wait!", it was Tord trying to get their attention, they turned around to see a red car, with three passengers. Two unfamiliar men, and Tord. Tord stepped out of the back of the car, running straight towards them, his arm was bandaged up and half of his face was bloody and scarred. They all wondered how he was still alive, but that wasn't important. Tom took a stand forward picking up a random sharp piece of scrap metal and pointing it in Tord's direction, "STAY BACK, COMMIE!", Tord jumped back and put his hands up, "Please, Guys, listen." Tom refused to stand down, but Edd grabbed his shoulder, pushing himself in front of Tom, "What do you want, Tord?"

"I'm sorry..."