Wings {completed}

{13}

"Take me instead. Leave my friends, my home and Tord alone." Tom answered, turning around to face his brother and boyfriend.

Toms brother lets go of Tord.

Tord fell to the floor with a thud. Tom rushed over, crouching beside him.

"Tom... you didn't have to..." Tord mumbled.

"Yes, I did. Tords its in my nature to protect the ones I love. And I love you too much to let you die." Tom whispers back to Tord. "Just promise me, that you will take care of Edd and Matt for me, okay?"

Tords sighs in defeat. "Alright, but whats going to happen to you?" Tord asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

"Well, what they always wanted me for. To kill me." Tom stated bluntly. "But I shall watch over you, Tord. Because I love you too much to leave this world without you." Tom kissed Tords forehead before standing up and walking over to his brother. 

"You better keep this deal, brother. Or I'll make sure you go to hell and have the worst time of your after-life there." Tom growled, standing beside his so-called brother.

"Alright, alright! Jeez, let's get going..." Toms brother huffed. "EVERYONE BACK TO MAIN CITY!! WE HAVE THOMAS THE FORTH IN OUR HANDS!!" Toms brother yelled out.

All surviving red uniformed winged people saluted and started to fly away. 

Toms brother gripped Toms hand, forcing Tom to fly with him away from the kingdom.

"I love you too, Thomas..." Tord murmured, stumbling to his feet and limping back to the castle. 

He painfully pushed open the doors. The king and his two best friends, Edd and Matt, rushed towards him. 

"Oh, my gosh- Are you alright Tord? Your wing looks terrible!" Edd exclaimed, grasping Tords wing in his hands carefully.

"I'm fine, it just feels numb..." Tord muttered an answer. 

"Wheres Thomas?" The king asked. 

Tord looked down in shame. 

"Gone, sir..." Tord said, a few tears escaping and rolling down his cheek. 

"What do you mean by gone?! That's my son!! Where is he?!!" The king started to panic. Edd saw this, walking away from Tord and to the king. Edd wrapped his wings around the king, calming him down.

"Sir, Tord just fought for the kingdom. Let's not bombard him with questions, he needs to heal." Edd stated, worrying about his friends' condition.

The king sighs. "Alright, Edd. MEDIC!" The king yells out. 

A shirtless boy, only wearing white skinny jeans ran into the room. His wings were a pastel shade of green and whites. His blonde curly hair matched well with his ocean blue eyes. 

"Who's hurt, sir?" The blonde asked, placing a bag filled with medical supplies on a nearby bench. 

"The boy named Tord, he has I presume, a broken wing." The king stated, getting free from Edds comforting wings. 

The medic saw the blood-stained male, with the broken wing, stand near the doorway. He immediately gets to work. 

/// Toms Death ///

Tom was tied was ropes around his wrists and painfully his wings. He sat alone in a pitch white room. A metal door for the entrance. He sat on the single white chair.