Betrayal at it's Finest~ (TomTord)

Prologue; The Beginning to a Red Leader

Tord, conveniently the leader of the Red Army happens to run into Edd an the gang. Edd and Matt, wanting to take in this poor, helpless stranger, gives Tord their friendship. But Tom is not so willing. But does he eventually get something more than friendship?
•What does Tord do with this trust?
•Does Tom ever learn to trust Tord?
•Does he betray them?

Find all this out in,
'Betrayal at it's Finest'

---Tord's POV---

I was just a kid. I didn't know any better. I couldn't have known...
I laid in my bed, tired, but not able to fall asleep. My head turns and I let my eyes fall on my digital clock.

2:13 AM

I let out a quiet sigh and roll my head back onto the pillow. Psshh, not like I needed sleep anyways.

Just as I finnaly start to feel drowsy, a loud crash erupts from somewhere in the house. Heavy boots follow the noise.

"Far...?"
("Father...?")

My voice trails off, he could just be drunk agian, but, 2 in the morning?

I'm hesitant as I go to peak my head out the door. It might be a burgler; but as I think this I can feel my heart speed up, practically leaping out of my chest.

"Far? Hva skjedde-"
("Father? What happened-")

But it wasn't a burgler. Oh god no, I wish it was. But hell, it was way worse.

Heavy set men stand in the hallway, grasping tightly to large guns. They're clothed in a red undershirt, and a navy blue overcoat, mark with some weird red symbol. Each man having a bullet rack wraped around their upper shoulder.

"Red Leader! You left us no choice! You just dissappeared one night, never to return! Not even having the decency to place a second in command first!" A gruff, raspy male voice screams.

I turn my head causiouly and stare the man, still in my bed room just peeking out slightly, seeing he's wearing the same uniform, but it seems a bit more high class with a bigger red symbol on the front. His most prominent feature though, was his big eyebrows. I couldn't help but snicker at that.

"But, I left you with-"

"Save your words! I don't want your pitty!" The male yells in my fathers face before continuing. "Now you live in this shitty hell-hole off a 'town'! You could be at the base, you could have concurred the intire world by now! But noooo, you decided that, 'oh I'll just leave the army my generations before me have been commanding, and let it crumple to the ground!'" The man is yelling so loud I could practically see the spit fly from his mouth.

"I...I...I didn't want lead an army that would brING THE WHOLE WORLD CRUMPING TO IT'S FEET!!" My father shot back. "I wanted to lead a normal life." My father squeaked.

The man open his mouth like he was about to say something, but was stopped when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Pau (Paul) he's had enough. Just finish him off." A man with slightly longer hair remarks in an almost, sad, tone.

I knew what they ment by, 'finish him off' but I couldn't bear to think that to be true. I wanted to move, I wanted to help my father, but I couldn't, I just stood there stunned.

My eyes suddenly grew wide as I saw my father look at me, and mouth the words, 'Jeg elsker deg sønn, Jeg elsker deg'

Then a gun shot rang out.

I let out a gasp, leading heavy foots steps to the unwanted noise of my weeps.

I had so many unanswered questions.