The Familiar Doll (Canceled-See new chapter for details)

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                                                                                (future pov[tords])

I sat up with a huge pain in my head. I brought my hand up, and rested my hand on my head.

My head was pounding, it felt like someone was banging my head with a sledge hammer.

 I groaned softly. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was unfumiliar. 

There was a small cotten bed that looked comfy, a tray of food on the small bed, there also seemed to be, Toys? they looked like little kid toys. 'why would there be toys?' i thought to myself. 

 I frowned at the toys and continued to look around. I was in a cell, taking notice of the bars. I groaned and stood up, i wobbled around like i couldnt walk.. 

I placed my arms infront of me to steady my balance fully, But that was a wrong move. . . . . .

(heh cliffle hanger, that part will come in another chap ter)

(ok back to present, Also im a piece of shit when it comes to grammer and spelling, im sorry)

   ~(Tords pov)~

I sat at my desk, staring at a piece of paper infront of me. The writing in a cursive manner, but still being able to be read. I held a pen in my fleshed hand. Yes, i said fleshed hand. My other arm is robotic. Had to get it amputated after the incident. I sighed. I slouched back into my chair, staring at the ceiling. I hadnt done much the past couple of months. Matter of factially (cant spell Xp) i havent gotten out of my room. My room is more of an office, but its actually both. I looked over at a picture on my desk, there in the Frame, was a picture of my 'friends' Tom, Edd, Matt and Me. I smiled a little at the picture. I yawned and spun around in my chair, bored.

 Oh, i also forgot, im The leader of an army you see, thats why i was looking at a boring piece of paper. Being a leader isnt fun, I have to do paperwork, and other bullshit. Its stupid and boring. (heh first foul language) I thought of the day of the incident, i teared up just thinking about it. I sighed and wiped small tears that were rolling down my cheeks. I stood from my chair and made my way to my comfortable bed. Once i layed down in the bed i immediatetly pass out of exhuastion (halp meh, cant spell for shiz) of workingonhalf the paperwork i was assigned.

~(No ones pov)~

two men were walking down the corrodors (halls?) of the main building of the Red army base. They werewalking right next to each other, barely touching arms. Yes the two were very close, maybe couples, but only red leader knows. One man was short with big bushy eyebrows, scruffy face, a cigarete hanging out of his mouth and revolver slung overhis shoulder. His name tag read paul, but sadly it was upsidedown. The taller male had his hair styled into chicken wings in the front or for shorter terms, a M or W like style. his nametag read Patrick.

 These two were known as Red Leaders most trusted soldiers. As they walked down the halls, passing other soldiers, The soldiers would stop and salute, and then go back to whatever they were doing. Paul and Patrick just nodded there heads to the soldiers. They were walking to Their rooms. They both slept in the same room, both pilots, and radio controls (idk anymore). They walked passed their leaders bedroom/office doors. Both of them stopped and looked at the doors. Their poor leader hadnt come out in two months, Hadnt come out to eat during that time, Hadnt probably sean braud daylight either. Paul sighed and patrick looked at the floor "He hasnt been out for a long time, how do you think hes holding up Pa?" Patrick looked over at the short male, Paul. Paul looked up at Patrick and to the double laminent wood doors "I dont know Pat.....I dont know..." The two sadly sighed and continued walking to there rooms, "We'll check on him tomorrow." 

Some where else in the world, A small women was walking around in a shop, well more like pacing. She was stressing out "Patience Min Produsent, the time will come" Said a man sitting on a chair next to a round oak table, glossned to shine. He held a tea cup full of chai tea, He spun the small package around and took a small sip "The time will come.." The women turned to the man. She nodded and bowed "Yes master, i will keep my patience" her words slurred with a british accent. She stood and went off to a room. There was a small crystal ball set in the middle of a hexagon table, with a purple cloth over it. She stood and stared at the ball, a mishevious grin coming to her pale like face that was hidden under her hood "The time will come to have him in our hands. He shall not rule the world and become weak as he already is. He will be ours" Her eyes seem to illuminate under the hood, creating a red misty flow coming from under it. The crystal ball glew a bright blue red and an image appeared. A man with caramel hair, spiked into two horns in the front, tanish-pale skin, right side of his face scard up, and a robotic arm was lying on a bed, soundly asleep. The women chuckled darkly 

"You have no where to hide Tord Lancen (halp)"

(ok this is the first chap. i hope its good. ill be updating soon. 

~_smoll_bean_commie_~ out)