Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Future AU

Warnings- cussing, kissing, violence, death, explosions, torture

- Tom's POV -

Bang. Bang, bang. The sound of the deadly weapon kept going. I aimed my gun at a figure behind the tree. My finger was on the trigger, and half a second later that person would be dead but something stopped me. A cold metallic hand wrapped around my mouth, I could feel my heart beat faster. I could hear my heartbeat, thudding against my chest. They tried to grab my wrists as I tried to squirm away. In the process of struggling, my gun flew out of my hold. Now weaponless I gave into my death. Hey, if I'm going to die I'm going to die right. I felt a needle inject a sleeping drug, I presume, into my neck and I passed out.

- Tord's POV -
  I carried the limp Tom back to the helicopter. It's almost cute how he thought he could escape me for this long. Then again, he is just a classic, stupid, Tom. I quickly boarded on, wondering why I went to such lengths to get Tom back. In all honesty, I was going to release him soon anyways, out of pity. The screams of pain coming from the torture room didn't even sound like him at this point. It sounded like someone utterly broken in every way possible. I never even touched his mental state yet! If you don't consider your own roommate leaving for years to come back and try to kill you while blowing your house up. That same roommate is presumed dead because you killed him to later come back and torture you for three years without one break. Yeah, I probably fucked him up mentally. Anyways, I guess it's because I don't want to look weak. Weak doesn't suit a guy trying to take over the world with his army. The army that doesn't follow the rules and does whatever the hell it wants, though. I guess it could be considered a horribly large group of people who fights in battles at this point. I mean- "England or Norway, sir?" The young adult interrupted my train of thought. "Where do you think dumb ass?" I kept my strict, and admittedly threatening demeanor in every word. He started trembling obviously panicking, pathetic. "Leave," He scampered off and I just sighed. I had injected monster DNA into Tom, I don't think he even knows to this day. I guess he thinks it could be something he was born with, like his mysterious black voids. Even when he is in his quote on quote human form, it helps him with wounds and drugs.. You could count alcohol onto that list too. So, he should be waking up in an hour or two.. Cannot wait for his protests and pleas to let him go..

Timeskip

"W-what? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" There he is. Sadly awake. Tears brimmed his eyes as he scooted away. I was about to joke with him until he interrupted, "I get it, I'm pathetic. I'm hopeless, I'm useless. I'm weak for crying." Then I saw it. Tears falling down his eyes. How much did I break him? "I don't care anymore! I have- have no reason to, do I? You're just going to kill me anyways!" Tears fell out of his eyes rapidly. "AND NO MATTER THE DAMN CIRCUMSTANCES I STILL FELL! I CANNOT GET OUT OF IT THOUGH!" What is he talking about? "I FELL INTO LOVE'S GRASP WITH SOMEONE WHO WANTS ME TO BE IN BOX IN THE GROUND!"Everything went blank after that, except for the thoughts of.. He loved me. All I have treated him like is shit. I put him through literal torture. LITERAL TORTURE! He still loves me though.. What have I done to him? Except break him mentally and physically. "I- I'm so- sorry?" I didn't even really know what I was doing.. The only thing I knew is that I would regret this. I hear glass breaking with gun shots. I looked back and saw bullets piercing the machine we were in. I grabbed onto Tom holding him close to my chest, as I felt tears stain my uniform. As he weakly hugged me I thought, after everything... He at least deserves a happy death, no matter what I have to do... Let him be happy once more. I looked at him once more, releasing him a bit. He looked fairly disappointed. I slowly led my hands to his waist, kissing him soon after. He slowly brought his hands to my blue overcoat. I expected him to push me off, instead he grabbed my uniform pulling me closer. As the sounds gun fire we were there kissing like in a cliche movie. The funny part, is that we both enjoyed it. That was, until Tom got shot. He fell limp in my arms, and the helicopter was finally falling down to Earth. I couldn't help but cry for the first time in to many years. I couldn't even bare to loose him for a few seconds. I felt.. Broken. Like something magnificent in my life was lost. That 'something' was Tom. That's when I realized, the real reason I wanted him back. In some twisted way, I loved him too-

- Narrator's POV -
   The helicopter exploded into nothing, with no survivors. Half of the shooters died in that same event. the ones who had survived bared the pain of loosing their lovers, friends, siblings, parents, and for some children. It was a great loss for everyone, except for the love that blossomed as they were near their grave. They say, when you're on your death bed you are the most honest with yourself and others. That was certainly true for Tom and Tord.

A/N
  This was really short, so I'm sorry. My oneshots seem to be getting shorter and shorter. (980 words)