Love to Hate you

Part 6

"I deserved that one, huh?" Tord chuckles despite the ache in his head. Tom doesn't laugh, instead cocking his gun and pointing the gun barrel directly between Tord's eyes. Inching it closer towards Tord's head till the guns barrel was pressed between his eyes. Making him gulp as his good eye focuses up on the gun. His other eye under a black eye patch.

"You deserve to be dead Tord" Tom says coldly. His face emtionless apart from the tears still falling. Tord's eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat. Tom struts forward and wrapped his hand around Tord's throat. "Why did you think I'd ever join your Army, Tord?" Tom snarls. "Is it because I'm a threat and you want me out of your way? Trick then assassinate me by convincing me to join your side? For getting in the way of all your plans!?" Tom tightens his grip around the gun.

"T-Tom w-we can talk about this!" Tord chokes out between struggling breaths through Toms grip.

"You can't stop what's already started, so don't try it Commie. There's nothing to talk about. I hate you and you know I always have" Tom spits in Tord's face. Making Tord wince at his harshness.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me... But, can't you give me another chance?" Tord tries to stall or even attempt to get Tom to lessen his grip. Toms eyes narrow as he decides Tords fate. Instantly Tord's eyes widen seeing Tom's finger move to the trigger.

"I don't give third chances Tord. Why did you even try coming back? I never wanted you to be brought back into my life!" Tom yells, releasing Tords throat and clenching his hands around the guns handle ready to pull the trigger. His knuckles go white from holding the gun so tight with tightly closed eyes, allowing the tears to fall. "I'm not made for this world and I never will be good enough for it!" He screams. "Im a freak, Tord! No one comes back for a freak like me!" Tord screams. His hands trembling around the gun. "You only want to use me! You never cared about me or care!"

"Tom, I've never hated you! I chose not to like you because I was falling for you! I had to stomp out the feelings before they grew anymore!" Tord yells, balling his hands in fists and clenching his eyes shut. Tears falling down his face. "Im sorry for how I treated you Tom! I'm sorry for not telling you! I want you on my side so they and I don't have to kill you!" Tom removes his finger from the trigger. Lowering his gaze to Tord's face. But he's quick to snap out of it.

"Is this your petty excuse to try make me feel pity? It is isn't it?"  Tom asks in a dead voice. His tears no longer falling, staying in his eyes instead. Tear streaks remaining down his pale cheeks.

"Why won't you just believe me?" Tord asks in a low tearful voice. Remaining on his knees, looking up at Tom with tearful eyes that beg for mercy. Tord scans Toms face for any change in expression... But nothing changes. Tord lowers his head in defeat, knowing he won't get through to Tom.

"You already know why I won't believe you." Tom says making Tord look up at him. Tom turns away from Tord with a sigh and squeezing the remaining tears out of his eyes. Lowering his gun.
"We all hate ourselves in a way Tord. Others judgment kills us inside. We become society itself and judge ourselves, label our flaws. We end up losing what we think of ourselves to the pressure and words from people... Those who fit in with Society." Tords stomach churns in a sickening way. The gears in his head turning and processing Toms words.

"B-But Tom. I don't judge you, I won't. Tom. I really do care about you, thats why I came back for you-"

"Tord... Stop caring then. Who would care about some monster like me? I don't fit in at all." Tord is left speechless as he stares at the back of Toms head. Tom turns and faces Tord again, taking in a deep breath trying to hold back his emotions for long enough to do what he wants.
Lowering himself onto one knee to look Tord in the eyes. Looking him dead in the eyes. Tords eyes widen as he scrutinizes every detail in Toms eyes... seeing something he'd never seen before in those black spaces of eyes that he'd stared into so many times whenever he'd fought and bickered with Tom.

"Just look at me Tord. I have fully black eyes, for all I know I don't even have eyes. Thats freaky to others, including myself. I've broken or covered pretty much every mirror or reflective surface in this place."
The longer Tord stares into Toms black eyes, the more it became obvious what Tord saw. An entire universe of emotions bursting into existence within the darkness of his eyes like fireworks. The upset evidently spinning like planets, mixing within the milky way of stars that sparkle in his eyes within the galaxies of emotions floating through his eyes. Tears beginning to sparkle at the brim of his galaxies of eyes as he can no longer hold them back.

"You're only human like us Tom..." Tord tells him as he continues to gaze into his eyes. "Please just... Why won't you let me care about you?"

"I'm a freak, Tord. You can't care for a freak like me"

"You're human, you aren't a freak... Tom. With my robotics skills... I can fix you, I can give you eyes, anything you need... Just join us" Tord encouraged, reaching out a hand one last time.