Tiny - Tomatt

Excuse

Matt had tried to see what Tom was looking at when Tord took his glove off, but Tord's body had been in the way. Matt figured he'd just ask him later.

Matt bit his lip watching Tord wrap up Tom's hands. "Please be gentle!" he yelled. But he knew his small, insignificant voice would be lost to them.

He saw Tom jerk his hands away a few times. He's hurting him, Matt worried. He wanted to break out of his prison and talk to his friend. His heart ached for poor Tom. His horribly injured hands. Being forced to be exposed to Tord again.

Matt looked down sadly and scuffed his shoes on the glass floor. What could "reason number two" be? And why can't I know what it is? He worried about Tom. What if he... killed him? He knew if Tom was killed, Matt would never be the same.

Matt sat down. Maybe... he pondered. Maybe when we get out, I should tell him how I feel. You only live once, after all. And we might not live through this. After a second, Matt squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Nah, what am I thinking? Of course we'll make it out. We've survived much worse situations.

Matt's stomach growled loudly. Putting a hand on it, he looked up at Tord and Tom with a miserable frown. How long had it been since he'd last eaten? He remembered eating some cookies and milk for breakfast. But he hadn't had lunch and he wasn't even sure what time it was anymore.

All of his other concerns began to fade away as whimsical foods started dancing and bouncing through his mind. His eyes fluttered shut. His mouth watered at the thought of a nice sub sandwich and some crisps from a fast food joint, or maybe a good juicy chicken leg.

"Ahh..." Matt sighed. "Wow, am I hungry." His tummy responded with another displeased gurgle. "This place better have good food."

Matt's eyes opened at the sound of the holographic door opening again. He noticed that Tord's hand was... red? With a blue light on the palm?

Matt couldn't fully process it before Tord pulled the glove back over it.

"Tord!" Matt called as Tord walked by, gauze in hand. "I'm hungry..." He stuck out his bottom lip.

Tord stopped and looked down at Matt with an concerned expression. After a reluctant pause, Tord sighed, "Ugh. Fine. But you're lucky I don't just starve you until you join my army." He picked up the shrink ray and walked out of the lab.

A chill ran up Matt's spine. Tord wanted him to know that he could still do it. He did, in fact, have almost complete control over him. But he was being nice, wasn't he?

Matt had a thought.

Could I forgive Tord? Could Tom? Or Edd?

He looked up at Tom. The empty-eyed man was watching him as well with a troubled gaze, frowning. He sat cross legged on the hard floor of the electrified prison. He held his bandaged hands up near his chest.

Matt saw the bed in the background of the cell. "Why don't you sit there?" Matt mouthed, waving his hand at Tom. He pointed to the flat bed behind him.

Tom livened up and looked behind him where Matt was pointing. He saw the bed, looked back at Matt, and then stood up with a shrug. Slouching in his posture, he slumped to the bed, eyes half lidded sadly. He flopped down on it with an audible sigh.

He rolled over a bit and made eye contact with Matt. All he did was close his eyes so that the last thing he saw was the small form of Matt.

"Tom..." Matt mumbled. "Don't give up yet."