3rd Person POV
As the soldiers pulled up to the huge wall, they rolled down the window and talked in a language foreign to Tom, who looked very confused by the whole situation he was in. Why did they mention Tord? What did they want with him? Will Edd and Matt be alright?
As his thoughts flooded his brain, overwhelming him immensly, the car jerked forward, causing Tom to hit his head against the seat in front of him. He winced a little, and looked up.
"Don't you frett Tom, you're in good hands!"
A female soldier said to him in a cheerful and reassuring voice, and it made Tom feel slightly uneasy with how genuine it sounded.
He let out a grunt and looked to the side, "What the hell does your leader want from me anyways?! As far as I know, I didn't do anything to them, nor do I even fucking know them!"
He slightly yelled at them.
The female soldier looked back at him, "Thomas, it's gonna be okay. Red seems to really like you, I doubt you're in danger. He wouldn't hurt someone he's been hunting for desperately."
She sighed, getting out and going to him with another soldier, dragging him out and into the base.
He just let them, as he was far too busy worrying about how to get out of this hellhole, that he hadn't noticed them dragging him through numerous halways, and ended up in front of a door labeled, "Red Leaders Private Office".
He snapped out of his thoughts once he heard loud banging from in front of him, causing him to flinch. Not long after, was the clacking of boots heard getting closer to the door.
The sound was familiar, yet Tom knew he had never heard it before...
After a few seconds, which seemed like literal hours for Tom, the door opened... no...
"Tord...?"
Tord stood over him, smirking with the side of his face That wasn't littered with pink and brown scars. "Hello Thomas..." He said slowly.
"Did ya miss me~?"
