Love to Hate you

Part 5

He turns back around to face the bench, reaching for his pocket where he stashed a gun. Trying not to make it overly obvious.
"You know... Your not very good at sneaking" Tom chuckles. Pulling the gun out and wielding it, cocking it ready to shoot.
"So since you've been discovered, why don't you just show yourself?" Tom chuckles, looking over his shoulder in the direction he heard the last noise. But the figure refuses to move. Tom turns around, finding no one showing them self... yet.

"Classic stupid Tom." A voice mocks making Tom sicken to his gut in anger. His blood boiling and black eyes narrowing into an angry glare at the direction the voice had come from. Knowing straight away who it was without even seeing them. The corner of his mouth tugging into a scowl.

"How did you even get in here!?" Tom snarls. "I had the door locked and of all people you are not welcome in here at any time!" Aiming his gun at the now moving figure emerging from the shadows.

"I have my ways, no?" The figure teases making Tom angrier. Slowly approaching him. Toms eyes widen, not believing it was really Tord. His leather army boots creaking with each step, his red hoodie exposed beneath a blue over coat ruffling with each step. His face two faced, A black eyepatch covering his left eye with the whole left side of his face wrapped in dirty white bandages that look as if they hadn't been changed for a while. The skin showing through the bandages being a red mess with no skin. The other side of his face was fine.
His light brown hair shaped into two devilish horns. A big smirk across his face as he reaches his red robotic hand towards Tom. Catching a shine from the little light in the room. A cigarette lighter ignites, lighting up more of Tords appearance as he raised it to a cigar in his mouth. Beginning to puff out smoke from the cigar.
The sickening, choking smell of the drugs and chemicals in the cigar filling the small apartment. Tipping off the ashes by gently banging the cigar he held between his finger and jolting it on another finger before flicking the lighter off and burying it back in a pocket on his blue overcoat jacket.
"You wouldn't shoot your old friend, no?"

"I'm... NOt... YOUr FRIEND!!" Tom yells and shoots a bullet, barely missing Tord, instead snatching a snippet of fabric from Tords sleeve and grazing his skin on his arm. Tord yelps with surprise.

"I'm a little hurt that you think that Tom." Tord radiates a dark, chesty chuckle making Tom's black eyes widen. But he remains keeping an angry expression at the same time. "But really, Tom... I came back for a reason" Tord admits. Trying to make himself seem innocent. "I want to make everything right, but thats not all I came back for"

"LIES!" Tom hisses with no trace of remorse or friendliness.
"You're all lies!!" Tom yells, cocking his gun with another bullet.
"I can never trust you again Tord! All you care about is world domination! You USED Edd and Matt, blew up our house and now you think you can waltz in an make everything right. You lied to all of us!!" Tom yells in a nasty way. Tears beginning to fill his black eyes as he aims the gun again, aiming at Toms head.

"THEY TRUSTED YOU!!" He yells. Tord yelps and dodges the bullet, the bullet hitting one of his two horn-shapes in his hair.
Tom already re-cocking his gun for another shot, knowing he'd missed and aims for Tords heart this time.

"Tom! I came back for you!!" Tord yelled. Instantly covering his mouth in embarrassment, not meaning to say it out loud or outburst.
Tom lowers his gun, gazing with wide eyes and showing his teeth in a surprised frown at Tord. "T-Tom I... I just-"

"Tord... D-did you come back for me? Why WOULD YOU!?" Tom yells tearfully. "No one cares about me Tord! Of all people, you are the one that cares about me the least!" Tom cries. Trying to raise his gun again. His hands shaking violently.

"Yes I came back for you... I came back for you because I do care about you. I care enough that I have a proposal for you." Cautiously, Tord walks towards Tom. "The Red Army plans to conquer the world, we're coming to take over here next. I know you can't beat us. So if you can't beat us, then join us" Tord smirks. Stopping just before Tom, placing his robotic hand on Toms hand, forcing Tom to lower the gun again. Placing his other hand on Toms shoulder with a smile. Tom frozen in both fear and confusion, but his pitch black eyes fill with tears that he can't control as they descend down his pale face. Hissing with the pain of Tord's hand. Tord's smile instantly drops when he notices Tom wince. His gaze lowering as he caught sight of Toms bleeding hand that held the gun. He grabs Toms hand and examines it.

"Tom what did you do to yourself?" Tord questions. But at the same time snapping Tom out of the trance.

"I will never join your Army! I will never join your side!" Earning a hit to the side of the head from the butt end of Toms gun. Making Tord fall to the ground, holding his now bleeding and aching head. Pulling his hand away finding blood on his hand. He sucks in a sharp pained breath through his teeth as he kneels, unable to stand up.