Tom x Tord Demons of Chaos

Chapter 5

Tom POV

   I'll always remember what tord said to me, for it was important part of my life, that I always remember, when having a bad day. I sit there smile while my mind lingers in the thought of tord, which makes me remember what Aroa said, to click target 1. If tord is target 1, red. And I'm target 2, blue. Then why would aroa tell me to click on target 1. The question keeps repeating itself in my head, like déjàvo. I get up, well inside of myself. I need to take control of my body, for I need to affirm this.

   I need to think, come on tom, think. Ahhh!!! What would make a demon get out of my body. okay, so demons, are… come on. I waver my hands in the air, as if I'm trying to convince the thought to get out of my head.

  “Demons are… are.. DEMONS ARE MAD! demons are mad, crazy, angry. They hate...uhhh, god, angels, no those don't exist, ummm… okay, tom, let's come at this in a new angle. Uhhh, okay so what we got so far.

   Demons are angry. The opposite of anger is… happiness. Yea… YEA!! Look at me.” I say happily to myself. I do a little dance to ensure that I love the way I think. I keep smiling. “Alright let's be happy about,... About the time, I met edd and matt… and….tord…” why do I keep thinking about him. Alright come on. I smile and start to giggle. I look to my see through eyes from my point of view. We were down the stairs and now at the big red button tord pushed to go to his robot.  He scans the botton swiftly the looks at the torn up side that blew up, along with the robot. The sides Hus fingers against it over and over until he draws blood. I yell in pain as I feel the same pain as him, but there were no marks. Only the one I had already. I gasp. Then I moment of realization strikes me. Whatever he does to hurt himself I get hurt too.

   “No tom, think positive, how hard can I possibly be. anyone can do it. Come on think of the time you met Edd, yea just edd.” I say to myself. My demon is still unharmed. Why is this not working. I love edd. I love matt. Why aren't I happy. That word. That word called love reminds me of a little something I had read, but never understood.

  The butterflies swirl again, perhaps they have brought the fireflies to light up the soul.

 The butterflies swirl again. It reminds me of nervousness, the feeling you get, when you love somebody. Love, tord. I think… I think I love tord. Tord x tom. I grin just thinking about it. My face heats up a bit, but not very much, for nothing embarrassing has happened.

Tord, tord, tord, tord, tord.

  My thoughts are overwhelming. I'm breathing hard. All I can think about is him. When we would share the same room. When we would both lash out when someone said something. My thoughts are lingering. I have forgotten about the buttons. Aroa. Him leaving. The demon. Everything. It was only me and tord. My soul truly has lighten up.

  I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear screaming. I look up. My demon is screaming in pain. I panic just a little before remembering, that happiness is like holy water to demons. I smile making my demon scream more.

Then he starts talking

  “Hahaha- GA!! Do you really think you can get rid of me! You CANNOT, for only the Angel of Souls can get rid of me… hahaha and you have never even notice who that is… have you? You stupid little brat!!! Your worst than -GA- me!!! Yo-ahhhh- you -PHAAA- You monster!!! Hahaha hahaha”

 I'm very hurt over what he said. Because all of it was true. All of it hit me like a dagger in my heart. But, the only thing I didn’t get was… Angel of Souls. To whom was the demon referring too. And most importantly who had the mark I had. The mark that has cursed me. The mark that made me think of hurting everyone including myself. The mark… to which made me kill tord. Or at least the demon. The mark and the demon had to be connected, somehow. I had to get rid of him, or at least for now. I have to use the holy water again. I yell.

   “Love is a beautiful thing… love is Passionate, romance, being their for your significant other.”

 “Ahhhh, stop!!! Aghhhaaa!”

 I yell louder do to him screaming out, like bloody murder.

   “Love is something you share, love is something you get, and return.”

  “If you keep going, I'll rip out of spinal cord personally!! Tom, what do you know about love. You never even had it you version, ahhhhh hahaha!!!”

  I flinch at his insult. But, I have to keep going. For tord. I scream louder, almost to the top of my lungs.

  “Love is a promise. Love is a souvenir. Once gotten never forgotten. Never let it disappear!!!”

  “Stop, or I’ll kill tord, I'll kill you!! I'll kill everyone who ever loves you!!! Oh wait… No one ever loves you!!! Hahahaha”

   I scream louder, as if you were yelling at someone miles away. I don't know if what I'm about to say will work but it's worth it. I don't know if this is all an hallucination, or a dream. But I do know one thing.

           I'm not giving up  

  “Someone who loves you can see what a mess you can be. How moody you can get. How hard you are to handle. But, they still want to be in your life. And that person for me… is tord.” I say with a smile at the end. Looking down thinking about him.

  “AH!!!! … Tom just know this will not be the last time I will see you hahaha…”

  The darkness surrounds me. I try to run, but there’s nowhere to run, for it's all darkness. I'm trapped. The darkness slither on my hands, crawling onto my arm. They latch everywhere. Feet, arms, the abdominal section. Everywhere. And I couldn't do anything but scream and watch. Seems like I do that every 5 seconds. The black hand shape creatures soon slithers up to my neck. The only thing left was my face. “This is the end…” I say to myself. Tears threaten to shoot out, but I hold them back not wanting to cry in my last moments of life.

   I start to think. I start to think about Edd, and how I was never really with him for a long time. I start to think about matt, and how I was always mean to him. How I never really talked to him. How I would insult him, and always put him down. I start to think about Tord, and how all I ever did was hurt him. All I ever did was hurt him. ALL I EVER DID WAS HURT HIM! ALL I EVER DID WAS HURT HIM!!!

  I need a second chance. And this time I'm going to make It up. I'm not going to give up. But, there's only one problem with that. How am I going to get out of this… this… pitch black, inky, adherent ooze.

I try to fight the ooze, but the more I did, the more I would be swallowed into the murky muck. I kicked, punched, pinched, and even squirmed… but there was no way. I couldn't move. What was happening. How did this happen. The muck soon reaches my face covering my mouth and soon my head. The only thing now. Was my nose and eyes. I screamed, but to no avail. I couldn't do anything but come to my senses. And just die. I stopped. I stopped all my work. All my struggling. All my needs. And I just accepted the fact, that there was no way out nor a way to fix everything that I have done. I was going to die by a demon, with greediness and helplessness. There was no honor nor faith in this story. Nope. I was the person, who only cared for himself.

  and if I could change that I would. I would change every second of it. I would help tord. I would hang out with edd more. I wouldn't insult, and put matt down in the gutters anymore. I would respect everyone. There was no more tom. Only someone people would like. Someone that's not me.

  I sit there helpless, accepting my last moments as a greedy little brat, who needs to die. And in my last few moments, I close my eyes. As the ooze consumes me. Take a deep breathe. And let it all happen smoothly. No struggle, no flinching, when I'm on the borderline of death and life. Let it happen.

And I'm perched in the discharge until I'm finally devoured in darkness, unable to think about the mark.