Don't Forget Me

Chapter Two

Later that night, Tom laid up, thinking of what he should do. It should be simple. When he wakes up, stay in the cave, and never come out, right?

Well, he still had to eat, and food wasn't plentiful down in these caves. Maybe he should sneak up while the rest are sleeping, and find something.

But, Edd usually grows food for them at a rapid pace. So, all he'll be able to find, is that disgusting fish Tord eats. Maybe he could light a fire and cook it. Surely he'd screw that up. But, he had to try. He just had to.

Now, of course God's don't need to eat. That would be silly. They're Gods! But, even if they can't die, that doesn't mean they can't suffer. Tom could still starve, and feel the pain, but he would never actually die from it. One time, Matt had nearly drowned when Tord and his fusion went underwater. Tord, on the other hand, could breathe fine. None of them were sure if it was because he was a God of the Storms, or, if it was only in his fusion form. No one was willing to find out.

Tom snapped out of his thoughts, quickly, before standing, and walking out of his 'room.' He wandered the paths in the cave, nearly forgetting where he was headed to. Then, he got an idea.

A faster way of travel for him, was either through the shadows, or in his 'Monster Form.' He was used to traveling through the shadows, as his body disappeared, and the God no longer physically existed. But, that still had a lot of complications, such as coming across light patches. So, he settled for his Monster Form, as painful as it may be.

Tom stopped where he was as he let the shadows engulf him, hiding him from the real world. He felt his body bend and coil in ways that shouldn't exist as the monster took him over. He bit back a agonizing scream of pain as his skin tore and bones snapped. Soon enough, the shadows faded back, and Tom was no more.

Now, in his place, was a horrible monster. The monster started sprinting off, towards the surface. Tom, now just a figment in this monsters mind, tried desperately to control it. However, he forgot to control the horrid memories that come with this form.

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Tom remembered the first time he had used this form around the others. They were younger, and still new to each other. They were happy.

Tom had accidentally brought it up in a conversation him and Matt were having, but Tord overheard. He had asked Tom to show them, thinking it was actually pretty cool. Of course, Tom hadn't told them about the pain it caused him, but he still wanted to show his newfound friends! So, he had been willing to risk the pain.

But, when he turned, he was so full of excitement, that he lost a grip on the creature. It went crazy from the pain it endured, and went violent. Turning to the nearest person, it lashed out.

That person was Tord. It had left a great, bloody, red gash in his arm, and was about to do something else when Matt screamed, and Tom realized what he had done.

He took control as best as he could, and turned back. Ignoring the aches and pains as his body returned to normal, he stared at Tord, in complete fear about what he had done. His eyes were filling with tears, as Tord looked up at him. Scared of what he'd say, Tom took off running. He didn't know it would hurt others.

He kept running blindly, until he found himself in an unknown part of the island.

He never found out what Tord thought after the attack. The next day, he pretended as if it hadn't happened, but he also acted distant from Tom.

Tom never found out why. But, it wasn't what he thought.

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Shaking his head, Tom realized he had arrived at the surface. The moon shone brightly, reflecting off the ocean's waters. They were calm tonight.

Tom stepped out of the cave, and to the small beach, before he decided it would be safer to turn back to himself. As he turned back, everything seemed to snap back into place, painfully. Due to lack of using the form, Tom collapsed as soon as he could feel his body again. He let out a breath, and laid there, content.

Eventually, he figured he should find some food before he decided to vanish. So, he wandered around the island, gathering things such as fruits he could find. He should have figured Edd would leave some food around. Although, the four of them ate most of it, so, it was rather scarce. He was still going to need fish.

Then, he could starve.

He looked up at the silver moon, frowning. Then down at himself, frowning still. He shook his head, slightly, before he walked back to the ocean. He's never actually gone fishing...and he doesn't like fish all that much anyway. He looked at the fruits in his hands. There wasn't much, but it should last him enough. And, if he really needed anything else, he could get Ringo to bring him back something. He knew she'd help him, right?

He decided to forget getting the fish, and began to head back to his cave. He looked around at his surroundings, before walking back inside the home he'll be in for as long as he can.