Deaf ~TinTard~

Chapter 12

"So, do you know who bandaged me and Matt up after the car crash?" Edd asked. Yes, I did...but I didn't want to tell Edd.

"No." I lied. Sure, lying won't get me anywhere, but it won't get Edd anywhere either, specifically out the door to find Tord.

"Oh, if it was someone we knew I would thank them, but I guess they will stay anonymous..." Edd sighed. I shrugged in response. We continued talking for the next little bit, and I made sure to avoid talking about what happened after the argument last night.

Tord POV

I stared up at the sky as I walked around town. I didn't care to see where I was going, since it's not like I could run into anyone right now, I'm on the opposite side of town from Edd and the gang.

I must've walked into an alley way, the one that I've been in this past month, because I felt someone punch my gut. I looked forward to see the people who had beat up Tom before. I don't know what happened, but something in me snapped when I saw them. However, there were more people. It was like I was seeing Tom get beat up all over again, and I hated seeing it happen.

"Well well well, if it isn't the Red Leader, the one who had stopped me from doing what was best-" The eye read to me.

"That was not what was best! You are a complete Bastard! Go burn in hell!" I shouted angrily, punching the man in the gut. He stumbled backwards, a couple other men caught him before falling to the ground though. What a shame.

"My, what a temper." The man growled. I rolled my eyes.

"Save it for someone who cares. Oh, wait, nobody does! You hurt the only person that I care deeply for, and you think you can get away with it?! Wrong! I will stop at nothing until you die!" I shouted. I grabbed a pocket knife from, you guessed it, my pocket. I stabbed it into the man's arm. The man cried out in pain, quickly covering the wound with his hand. Smart, but not smart enough. Tord had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it. Physically, it was him doing and saying these things. Mentally, this wasn't him. It was somebody else, a darker, lovesick, possessive version of him. The regular Tord, only witnessed and watched this as if it were a movie at a theatre.

Other men started trying to attack Tord, but nothing worked. Tord would just punch, kick or stab them harder. Tord had soon knocked everyone out. Everyone except the man in charge.

"Now, for you." Tord growled, hatred filling his voice. He stabbed the man in the leg, slowly dragging the knife down the Man's leg. The man screamed out in pain, soon falling unconscious. Tord made a mental note to torture this man to no end. He pulled out his phone, quickly dialling in a number.

"Sir? Something wrong?" A concerned Patryk asked from the other side. Tord sighed angrily.

"I need you and Paul to come and get me. I have a captive, and I have plans I need to complete." Tord requested. A hum of agreement could be heard from the other side.

"Of course. Me and Paul will be there to pick you up right away, Red Leader." Patryk informed. Tord hung up, putting his phone away. After torturing the damned man, he needed rest. Lots of it.