Tom sat in the corner of his cell, small sobs and sniffles escaping his cracked lips. He hugged his knees to his chest as self-depreciating thoughts clouded his mind.
I'm a slut.
Dan is right.
I deserve to die.
No one even loves me.
I'm just a fucking whore.
That's why Tord hasn't saved me yet.
He winced as the flickering lights of all the cells in the room went out, signalling it was 10:15 PM. Darkness reminded Tom of Dan and the god-awful things he had done that night. He attempted to quiet his cries, leaning against the cold stone wall.
Tom only felt worse with the silence. He decided on trying to cheer himself up, shutting his eyes and whispering the lyrics to a song.
Meanwhile, Tord, Kayla, and Jade were trekking through the cold, empty streets of the town. They were already near the Green Army Base.
"Remember; don't look nervous," Tord whispered sharply.
"You brought the wrong person." Kayla muttered, earning a breathy giggle from Jade. They smiled warmly at each other.
The three reached the entrance. A soldier was stationed there, half asleep. He noticed them and simply nodded, too exhausted to care.
Tord cleared his throat and walked in with his two soldiers. Luckily, since it was late at night, there weren't many people roaming the halls. The lights were also set to a dim glow.
By memory Tord knew where to go. His head hurt from the flashbacks of his old base. He got lost a couple times but managed to find the prison room, heart pounding as he stood in front of the door.
"Hurry up, sir," Jade begged quietly. "I want to go."
"Yeah, i'm uncomfortable." Kayla added.
"Shh!" Tord glared at the both of them. He placed a hand on the doorknob, palms sweaty as they came in contact with the chipped golden paint. He twisted it and opened the door.
It was dark, but one could make out the outline of the cells.
Tord stepped in and hitched his breath. Kayla and Jade shuffled in behind him and shut the door. A few of the prisoners turned to look.
"How will we find Tom? There's.. th-there's so many..." Kayla stated shakily, pressing herself closer to Jade, searching for comfort.
"We'll be okay." Jade said softly.
Tord walked down the hallway slowly, sweat rolling off his forehead even though it was freezing. He looked around, not seeing Tom in any.
Until he heard a quiet, weak voice singing:
Now, the night, is coming to an end..
Oooh, ooh, oooh ooh...
The sun, will rise, and we will try again...
Oooh, ooh, oooh ooh...
Stay alive
Stay alive
For me
Tord nearly let out a shriek.
It was Tom.
It was his Tom.
He was safe.
He was okay.
Tord picked up his speed, following the voice which led him to the back of the room. He turned to one cell, kneeling down and peering in.
Sure enough, Tom was huddled in the corner, trembling.
Deciding to pick up on the song where Tom had left off, Tord sang softly:
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure
To
Die
Tom looked up in alarm, widening his eyes. He barely saw the outline of Tord's body and features in the faint moonlight coming in through the barred window.
The Brit almost had a heart attack.
"It.. T-.. Tord?" Tom whispered brokenly.
A single tear trailed down Tord's cheek as a smile broke out on his face. "It's me, Tom."
Tom crawled towards the bars. He reached out a hand. Tord took the hand, placing a gentle kiss on Tom's knuckles.
"I love you, Thomas. We're getting you out of here."
"God fucking damnit, norski.. I love you too." Tom smiled for the first time in days.
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survival (tomtord)
Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Tord. The one person who changed Tom, Matt, and Edd's lives forever. The Red Army. The one thing that enslaved all of England. Edd, Matt, and Tom. The three people that rebelled against him and beat Tord's army until it was a small gang...
