Tom laid on his couch, staring at the tree outside of the window on the wall beside him. The green leaves swayed in a gentle breeze in front of a blue sky.

He thought of Tord. The person that destroyed his house, killed someone, tried killing all of them.. Sirens blared, yanking him from unpleasent memories.

Furious knocking sounded at the door. He blinked, and walked to open the door. In front of him was a scarred man wearing a red hoodie and fresh scrapes. In front of him was Tord.

"Tord!?" He yelled angrily. "Get out of here! We aren't going to risk our lives again!" Tord's eyes blazed. "I don't care!" His thick Norwegian accent was dripping with anger, but a tone under it surprised him. Fear? "Tord? What are you doing here?"

Edd's voice sounded beside Tom. "What's going on? We aren't friends anymore," he added to Tord. He sounded regretful. "Edd! Tell him to leave!" Edd looked at Tord. "Why are you here?" He asked.

"Please let me in!" Edd looked thoughtful. "Okay.. you can come in. But then you can tell us why you're here." Tord looked very relieved. "Thank you, old friend." Tom was outraged. "How could you let this commie in!? He killed Jon! He tried to kill all of us, and destroyed our house! What are you doing?!"

Edd pushed Tom away so Tord could come in. "Everyone deserves a second chance. What if he's changed?" Tord walked in and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks." Rage pulsed through Tom, and he could only push it away for now.

"Fine." Tom said, scowling.

//ahh i don't think anyone's gonna read this but i'll continue cause it's funn.. sorry if i'm bad at writing, never done this before//

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