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Chapter Four: Choices (edited)

A wave of emotions crashed into Tom. He gasped in heaving surprise, his pain faint for the time being. The mortal felt his black eyes widen and his mouth gape. Tom whimpered and stuttered, "y-you! T-Tord!" The man in front of him grew a predator grin and stepped forward. As Tom pressed himself into the bed barrier, the unnamed person behind Tord frowned.

"Sir, perhaps you shouldn't do that. He's not in the best of quality." Tord's singular eye narrowed just the slightest and he turned around once more. Tom, who was watching closely, gave a small unsettling sigh and shot an almost nonexistent grateful look to mortal.

Tord spoke with the upmost authority, "I do as I wish, leave us R. I'm assured you have other tasks to complete. And if not, then I'll gift you some." The threat was clear under the sickly tone. The newly christened R hesitantly left the med bay, shooting a look towards the frightened man on the bed.

   Tord turned back towards the injured man, gazing into the pitch black eyes. He hummed and stepped forward, leaning slightly in. He smiled, showing his pearly teeth. Tom sat in shock but quickly made a move to smash himself into the wall more. Tord saw this and with startling speed, snatched the wounded man's arm, sat down on the cot, and pulled Tom to him. Said man whimpered in pain and tried to pull away as some of his injures were starting to open again.

   Tord narrowed his eye and pulled the witness closer to himself, gripping the man by both the arms. "It's nice to see you again, Tommy~"

"L-Let go, you stupid C-Commie." Tord rolled his eye and harshly let go of Tom. The black eyed man sighed in relief but also winced at the new found pain of open wounds.

"Now, Tommy-"

"Stop calling me 'Tommy'!" Tom childishly interrupted.

"As I was saying, You may have questions but I will answer those later. For now I will give you two choices: Stay here with me and have you questions answered, but I return have to work for me. Or you can chose to leave and probably die in the few minutes you'll be alone." He states so carelessly the last one, but it had a hint of sadness as an undertone for those who know him.

Tom himself laid there in shock as Tord spoke of his choices. On one hand, Tom knew Tord was right about his eco day one. A painful obvious truth. But on the other hand, Tom didn't care much for the stupid Commie and he didn't know if could even survive stay with him or even working for him. He just needed time.

Tord looked closely at Tom and decided: "I'll will give you some tim do think." And with that he left the room, but not before ruffling the hair of his favorite Jehovah's Witness.

He chuckled as he heard Tom exclaim quite loudly, "Domt touch my hair, you Baka!"