Trials

Ninth and tenth chapter

Matt, was not pleased at the slightest when him and Tom walked through the doors to challenge number nine. They were greeted by two random soliders of tord, who both held a gun on their hip.
"You've got to be fu-"

"Good morning again boys! Today, you will be fighting to the death, with these two. They're new, but you two lack experience. I'm interested of course to see how well they managed to learn during training, so your like a final test for them" tord of course was grinning behind the glass, he knows Tom will get by this easily but Matt? Maybe not so much. Not without getting hurt that is.
Paul and pat walked in to give them each a sword and a gun, the other random soldiers grinning at them

"These guys are full of themselves Matt, we can do this." Tom set a hand on Matt's shoulder, figuring that he was just freaking out a little.

When the 'battle' like moment began, Tom was already at the guy, their swords clashing together faster then tord could keep up with. He was an experienced fighter, so this was nothing. After all those zombie attacks, the clones? This is nothing. Tom had already knocked the sword out of the guys hand and stole his gun before the 2 minute mark was reached. "I win" he scoffs, pulling the trigger.

Matt, was having more trouble.  It's been too long since he last had to fight, Tom and Edd has always gone off an done that, but him? He did become a zombie at one point, so that just takes the cake when it comes to him not being good at this. Matt was able to keep up, until he grew tired. The kid was moving fast like Tom was, as if these guys were like their polar opposites in some way. He's thinking too much. Mid thought, the sword was knocked out his hand, which earned him another nice cut on his arm, only to be knocked over, the tip of the blade pointed at his chest "I win" the kid smirked, setting the blade aside, first mistake, before turning his gaze when reaching for his gun, second mistake.

"what's wrong matt? You were a zombie general once I figured killing someone would come easy to you!"

Gun shot.

Tom quickly turned, panicking suddenly seeing Matt just, laying on the ground "Matt- Matt you asshole get up!" He yelled, beginning to run over, to be surprised when the man fell over, a soft laugh coming from Matt
"..god I shot him..I shot him-" Matt rubbed his face, not sure what to think
"Matt you fucking scared me- are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I think? Just..." he set the gun aside "..shaky.."

"Well done, Matt, Tom. See you two boy tomorrow."

The morning, was dreadful. Tom woke up feeling nauseous, trying to explain to Matt that he couldn't see jack shit anymore. They still had one more trial. Just one more then they could be okay, but with Tom out of commission, how are they suppose to get through this?

Upon walking in the room, Tom stood silently beside Matt, gently holding onto his arm for support and of course so he could actually know where he's going. But when Matt was yanked away from him, Tom looked around confused, everything was blurry. So so blurry.

"Good morning Tom ol' friend! Here's the last trial, just for you! Matt will be free eventually. But you, all you have to do is diffuse a small bomb. No problem right? You have one minute" Tord knew Tom wouldn't see. This, is all going according to plan.

Tom, to say he's worried is an understatement. He can do this. He has to. Leaning close enough so he could atleast see a silhouette of what's before him, he picked up the scissors, silently running his fingers along the bomb until he found the wires.

'Cut red, probably gonna be the end of me. Red is like his favorite color. Maybe the blue or purple?... there's green here too..green..Edd' Tom smiled to himself, of course he'd add that color. As much as tord hated them, Edd was his friend. Through and through.