Tomtord One Shizzles

Hands off! pt 1

(this story is based on the phobia of being touched..)

TORD'S POV

I felt the pain of a silver coated harpoon thrashing through my tanned arm. The sudden force caused a system malfunction and my robot began to steam up. Darn it Thomas, the world was going to be ours and you've crushed those chances. I did this for you and here you are, shooting me out of the sky like a poacher.

I felt the steam reach my lungs and I coughed a harsh painful cough. What I had no choice about was if the robot was going to crash and where. The controls are messed up and backwards and everything has a delayed reaction, great.

The robot spiralled towards the East mountain and I felt it fall apart as it did. Starting with the legs, then the torso and the head, the part I'm in, continued towards the mountains cliff.

I felt the impact of wet mud entering my open scars and winced in pain. It was at that point I realised...I survived the crash! It's a miracle!

A second later, a car could be heard pulling up the mountain...Pau and Pat...they are very loyal soldiers...sometimes too loyal.

The pair stepped out the car and ran to my location with concerned glares on their faces. I ignored them and stepped out through the broken screen, gazing over the quiet city.

They shouted at me but I refused to listen, so Pau grabbed my arm and a wave of pain engulfed it until I shook his hand off me.

"STAY OFF! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed. He gave me a confused look, "KEEP THOSE MURDER WEAPONS AWAY FROM ME!"

"B-but sir...you ORDER me to kill...do you want me to stop following your orders?" he asked me. I backed away from where his hands could reach me.

Hands are murder weapons, trust is imaginary and the human being is merely like a sword of sorts, easy to kill with but cannot be undone. One's grasp feels like millions of needles and shards of glass breaking my skin and shattering my bones but in reality all is well. No harm is done.

"No...that's not what I meant. Just get in the car and take me home. If I knew then I'd explain on the way but otherwise I'll just explain what I am experiencing." I stated, my accent piercing through each word that was said.

Pau drove back to the base and I explained what was happening. Each time one of them reached back to examine my wounds I flinched and dodged it, screaming at them not to reach for me or they would both be fired and killed.

TIME SKIP BACK TO THE BASE

We finally reached the base, I let out a sigh of relief and literally escaped the car as fast as my legs would take me, away from their murder weapons. I walked inside the main building and all the soldiers were in the main room, enjoying themselves. Only one or two were training but this was a free week so that was their choice.

I crept past them, avoiding all contact with them as much as I could and entered my room. This was my personal space and nobody was allowed in without special permission from me, Pau or Pat. Pau and Pat aren't even allowed in without special permission from me so you could say that it's quite secure.

I collapsed on my cotton checkered bedsheets (previously recommended by Thomas) and pulled out my phone. This has been a long day.

And after all that, I can't even get someone to bandage up my arm or face, so I did it myself. I simply snook into the medical office and stole a bandage and stuff and stood infront of my mirror, wrapping the bandage around my head tightly but gently to avoid any more pain than I was already in.

Once everything planned was finished, I decided to take a walk around town because it was literally nine in the afternoon. I pulled on a fresh hoodie (that didn't have tons of holes in it) so I wouldn't get cold.

I just realised; my arm is still numb from pain...oh well I'll just sort it when I get back. I've been so busy today that I almost forgot about myself! Anyway, I opened my bedroom door, looked around for people and when the coast was clear I walked out (so there was no chance of physical contact with anybody).

I walked out the back door so I wouldn't be in sight and walked around the side, without consulting anyone what was happening or where I was going. Wow, my logic is phenomenal.

Once I met the streets, I stuck one of my hands in my pocket and left the other dangling because it's practically paralyzed. Whilst walking, I felt a drop of liquid fall onto my head, creating a slightly wet patch in my hair. I looked up, storm clouds...great...oh well when I can be bothered to go back to the base I will. Aaaanndddd I'm doing it again. Shoving my problems away and replacing them with 'I'll do it later', wwwooowwwww.

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It's been twenty minutes and the rain has finally stopped, a few minutes ago it was really a possible flood warning. Basically, I was soaked on a warm street; wow, what a way to totally not look suspicious at all!

My hair was soaking so much that my regular devil horns fell down and were now blocking my eyes entirely. Like a one way window, I could see everything around me but nobody can see my eyes.

I eventually gave up on restyling my hair and came to terms with where it was. I looked forwards and saw...
by XxTinaSkyexX