Mine

Chapter 7

~Tom's P.O.V~

The man starred at Tord, horror held within his gaze while he grinned like a devil. "Why should I?" He spat, Tord glancing up in disinterest. Funny how someone so small could be so dangerous... wait that was hypocritical of me.... screw it!

Humming Tord stepped forward, hand reaching up to rest upon his shoulder. Suddenly Tord forcefully shoved the man back, only grabbing a handful of his uniform, our captive leaning mostly out of the helicopter. "I... vowed to keep my word, if I die..." He paused, giving us an almost thoughtful look. "Then I'm taking you with me!"

Grabbing Tord's arm he was jerked out of the opening, a sharp yelp escaping the commie as our captive wrapped his arms around... my squirming leader... I watched as the two plummeted, my expression blank. Yet something told me I should save him, that he shouldn't die, not like this anyways.

Springing from the helicopter I fell, wings tucked to my back. Speeding like a rocket I easily covered the lost ground, occasionally flapping my wings to aid in speed. I slammed into the two, hands firmly grasping his shoulders, Tord kicking out in annoyance. I tried to fly us all upwards, slow the descent somehow.

Yet my efforts were in vain, one passenger was fine, two was pushing it in normal clothes, yet with the weight of our combined uniforms, we were dragged towards the raging sea. Eventually, we crashed into the water, startled sputters escaping us all as we tried to breathe and swim.

My waterlogged clothing proved impossible to fly in, leaving me to uselessly flap my wings, trying to keep my head afloat and locate Tord. No sign of the devil-horned leader... Taking a deep breath I dove under, seeing the two fighting below me in this murky water. The two were loosing strength at a horrifyingly fast rate, myself included as I swam down.

Fighting in the water certainly isn't as easy as on land, yet the punches and thrashing still hurt quite a lot. A swift swing of the arms to my stomach set me back, lungs begging for an intake of breath. Yet I refused, flapping my wings I propelled myself forward, my hands finding their way around our enemies throat. The more I squeezed the more he struggled, Tord somewhere outside my view.

I couldn't help the smirk that briefed my facials as he stopped moving in my hands. Yet the moment was short-lived as I spun, noting the pink tint the water was taking as I swam to the source. My muscles were screaming at me to relax, yet I pushed onward, Tord coming into sight. A knife had been jammed into his shoulder, a look of pain fighting its way to his face.

Flapping my wings slowly I looped my arms around his chest, locking my hands together I used my wings to send us upward. Breaching the surface a string of heavy coughs escaped both of us as we tried not to swallow more water. "Tom...?" He rasped in slight surprise as I kept fighting to keep both of us afloat.
I flinched, kicking out as something latched onto my leg, dragging us both back under. Looking around frantically I opened my mouth to scream in pain as a knife was stabbed into my thigh. Water flooded my lunges as my attempts to fight grew more sluggish. In a last-ditch effort, I shoved Tord in the direction I believed was up before darkness shrouded my vision, my mind slipping into unconsciousness.

(Time skip~)

~Tord's P.O.V~

My eyes slowly fluttered open, a dull throbbing in my shoulder. Groaning I flipped myself over, muscles protesting every movement. I stared up at the sky as I contemplated what had happened. The man... the fall... Tom... Tom!

I jolted to a sitting position looking around. I was on an island, ocean water lapping at my legs. The beach was empty, save a few gulls looking at me in mild curiosity. Inhaling I cupped my hands together, shouting a loud "Tom?!" Waiting for a moment yet with no response I tried again, worry seeping into my tone with every call. "Tom?" "Tomas!" "Jehova's Witness!?"

None of his names gained a response. Wincing I forced myself to stand, hand instinctively lifting to my shoulder to firmly press against the wound. The knife had been dislodged somewhere along the way, leaving a nice, deep stab wound. Grumbling I began walking, stumbling along the beach like a drunken fool.

Just begging for anything, a uniform, even blood would do! Something to indicate that I wasn't alone I- don't want to be alone again. Lifting my good hand to shout once more I froze. Laying face-down, an arm stretched out was Tom. His position made it appear he had dragged himself ashore, giving out once he was free of the water's grasp.

I couldn't help but quicken my pace, falling to my knees as I stared at the man before me. With shaking hands I grasped his shoulder, lightly shaking him. "Tom?" "Tom come on, wake up!" Slowly his black voids opened, as I rolled him over to be on his side, careful of his wings of course.

"Tor-" he was cut off by violent coughing, rolling away from me he retched, expelling the seawater from his system. Once the sounds had subsided he lifted himself up into a sitting position, his gaze soon falling upon my shoulder. "We should get you patched up, I'll-" he didn't get to finish.

As he tried to stand he failed to notice his own injury. A stab mark similar to my own was standing out proudly against his pale skin and darkened uniform. I lightly patted his shoulder. "While that's appreciated it wouldn't be beneficial for either us if you go off and hurt yourself more. Why don't you let the one of us who can walk go hm?"

I couldn't help but grin as Tom scowled, turning his gaze to the sea I sighed, walking towards the forest in search of plants that I could use. Eventually, I settled on vines, I could just rip the uniform to make bandages anyways.

Carrying the vines back I settled on my knees by Tom, setting the plant down to carefully move the uniform plastered to the area around the wound. Sighing I grabbed ahold of my sleeve, forcefully pulling it free of the stitches that connected it to the shoulder. Ripping that piece into strips I ripped off the lower portion of Tom's jeans, leaving no material left around the wound.

Nodding in satisfaction I wrapped the strips of cloth around the wound, carefully tying it to his leg with the vines. I grinned, my hands settling on my lap as I looked over my handiwork. Tom shifted over, grabbing the remaining strips of material he moved the little material left on that side of my arm before wrapping it up, tying it off with the remaining vines.

I allowed a slight grin to work its way onto my face, watching Tom's expression of concentration. "Thanks.." I hummed with a nod, settling back, arms crossed over my head as I gazed at the setting sun. "What now?" Tom asked with a slight tilt of his head, his hair sticking out in random directions.

"Truly Tomas... I have no idea, after all, you probably shouldn't be flying with a passenger, let alone by yourself in this condition. Tom grimaced before settling in a similar position to me, his wings spread awkwardly to his sides. Before I knew it he had fallen asleep. Grinning thoughtfully I closed my eyes, a soft exhale leaving my lips before I to succumb to the darkness calling our names.

A/N its sad that I get more written in school then at home ~le sigh~ oh well! I thought it'd be a good idea to have some TomTord, so here ya go~ see y'all in the next chap.~! <3