3059T [Discontinued]

P5: Rocks

[A/N: ⚠️ WARNING: Mild suicidal thoughts in this chapter.]

Tord and Tom continued their walk to the city, not exchanging a single word after they had shared their names with each other. After a while, they finally stumbled upon the rubble of what once was they city Tord had lived in.

"Oh, shit." Tom commented at the sight of destroyed buildings and broken human bodies. "Forgot about that."

"You don't have any bandages on you, do you?" Tord asked, looking at the monster with tired eyes. He was exhausted from walking all the way to the city from that warehouse where the monster lived.

"No. Demons have no use for them." Tom answered with an apologetic look.

Tord lets out a dry laugh. "...I'm going to die." He said bluntly.

"No, you won't. We're going to that hospital place, remember?"

"You destroyed it."

"...Are there more nearby?"

"You destroyed them too."

"Oh." Tom sighed, and watched as the human laid down on the concrete. "What do we do now?"

"I'm going to die. Just let the inevitable happen." Tord replied, staring up at the blue, morning sky. His voice was completely devoid of emotion. It's not like he had anything left, after all. The city he'd lived in was in ruins. His home gone. His friends and family were all probably dead. What was the point of going on? If he was going to die, then Tord would welcome it.

"Don't say that!" Tom pleaded with an angry tone. He couldn't believe humans would give up so easily. "There... there has to be another way. Is there another hospital thing in another city?"

"It's miles away." Tord replied, then glanced to his left so he didn't have to look at the monster hovering over him. A half-broken sign reading "Pharmacy" sticking out of nearby debris caught Tord's eye, so he got up and went over to inspect it. A pharmacy meant medical supplies, and Tord felt a glimmer of hope well up in his chest as he prayed he would find something useful. He changed his mind, he was too young to die yet.

After a few minutes of digging through the smashed remains of the building, Tord was able to find an intact bottle of pain medication, a few bandages, and ointment that could help his injuries with the healing process.

Tord unwrapped Tom's hoodie from his head, and slapped some of the ointment over his eye. It wouldn't heal his eye, but it could at least help the skin around it that had also seen the monster's wrath. Then, Tord wrapped the bandage tightly around his head, and popped a few of the pain meds into his mouth. He shoved all the extra supplies into his hoodie pocket, since he'd more than likely be needing them again later.

Tom wondered over near Tord to grab his hoodie back. He threw it back on, use to it being drenched in blood most of the time, anyways.

Tord stood from where he was kneeling in the debris, and turned to walk away. He need to get away from all the death and destruction surrounding him.

Tom silently followed after his human, wonder where he was going. Tord had just wanted to die several minutes ago, after all. The monster had to make sure he was safe.

Tord stopped, knowing that the monster would follow him, even if he asked nicely for him to stop. He let out a sigh as he contemplated what to do about Tom. He scanned the ground, which was covered with rubble from the buildings.

Tord leaned over and picked up a bread roll-sized piece of concrete, and felt its weight in his hands. Tom couldn't follow him if the monster was unconscious. He raised the rubble high, and a satisfying *CRACK* was heard when he swung it and the rock connected with the side of Tom's.

Tom was knocked out instantly, and fell limp to the ground. Tord didn't care if he was dead or not, instead dropping the rock back on the ground, and walking away.

...

Tom woke up a few hours later, and made the mistake of sitting up too fast. Immediately, the word spun in every direction, pain engulfed the left side of his head, and he just overall felt like he was going to be sick.

Tom groaned, and brought his hands up to cup the sides of his head in an attempt to stop the aching and spinning. He could feel the familiar stickiness of drying blood in his hair, and wondered where it had come from.

Even though it hurt him to do so, Tom raked his brain to remember what happened before he'd woken up on top of a pile of rubble. He remembered his human talking about wanting to die, and then finding bandages, and then...

Something about a rock.

Tord hit him with a fucking rock.

Tom hissed and bared his sharp teeth at the ground. He was going to get that human and make him pay. There was no way he'd let that beau- stupid human get away from him.

Tom continued growled as his bubbling rage forced him back into his regular form. He lifted his nose in the air, and scanned for Tord's scent. It was faint, but the monster finally caught hold of it.

The monster raced in the direction of Tord's scent as fast as his four muscular legs could carry him. Oh, the things Tom was going to do to that human when he found him...