Don't Forget Me

Chapter Eleven

"Good morning!" A girl with short blue hair spoke to them. Edd had invited her over to their island, needing her help. Anything to help a friend, she had said. So, when she arrived, Matt, Tord, and Edd has all been ready, and awaiting her.

"Morning Laurel. Glad you could make it," Edd smiled as she stepped off the boat she arrived on.

"Glad I could come! I heard you needed help..." Edd nodded.

"That we do. It's about Tom...he's refusing to come to the surface, even for food, as I've seen. It's been almost a week."

Tord cut in, "We need to scare him, or something. Get him to come up here."

"So, we called you up. We were wondering if you could do some illusions for us..?" Edd asked, hoping she wouldn't refuse. Her face lit up.

"Of course! That sounds wonderful! Well, I mean, not wonderful. It's not wonderful what you're doing this for." She laughed, nervously.

Edd smiled, "Thanks." And with that, the four headed off, Edd leading them to Tord's house on his mountain.

"So, what kind of illusions do you want?" Laurel asked, watching where she stepped.

"Something that might scare him. But like...it a worried way..? If you know what I mean," Matt said to her. She nodded.

"Maybe I could alter your appearences," the Goddess suggested.

"To what?" Edd asked, curiously.

"I was kind of thinking something horrible. Almost gruesome. Something that will scare him, but make him worry for your health."

Edd and Matt looked at each other and shrugged in a form of agreement. Then, both turned to Tord who just sighed, "We're terrible people... But, yeah that works."

"Alright! We can test out what works and when we come to a conclusion, we can figure the rest out!" Edd smiles, as they arrived.

Of course, all of them agreed with Tord. This was horrid and they were horrible people for doing it, but they had to. They weren't going to get Tom any other way.

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"Perhaps something like this?" Laurel asked Matt, who was sitting in front of her. She waved his hands gently, and a invisible knives sliced through his pale skin. His whole body was covered in cuts, only a centimetre apart from each other.

He looked down at his arms and legs, bleeding out. He shrugged, "Its a little much." Laurel nodded, understanding.

"Maybe, this?" She waved her hands again, and the cuts disappeared. However, his skin started acting like it had been burned. Huge patches of skin started peeling itself away from him.

"This is nice!" He said, smiling. It was an odd thing to smile to.

"Somethings off though. It's missing something." Laurel thought for a few seconds before lighting up, and waved her hands again. Blood trickled down his arms and face, adding onto the illusion.

Matt stood, and turned to the other two, "How do I look?"

"Horrible," Edd winked. Matt smiled and backed away from Laurel, waiting for someone to go next. Edd had already been thinking about what he wanted, so he sat down.

"My wings. Let's do something with my wings," he smiled at her. She smiled back, and reached out to touch them. They felt almost like a silk.

She ran her hands over them, feeling the soft texture, and riddling cuts all over them. However, it didn't seem convincing enough. So, she made more. These ones were bigger, and looked slashed into his wings.

"Maybe we could do something with your face." Laurel leaned closer to him, examining his face, before she waved her hand in front of him. A hundred knives slashed into him, but he rapidly healed. However, he still had the scars.

Laurel leaned back, proud of her work. Edd stood, and moved so tord could take his spot. As soon as he sat, he looked nervous.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"I have an idea," he said, before pulling off his hoodie and shirt. Then, he showed her the giant scar running from his shoulder to his wrist.

"Tord.." Matt started, but he waved him off.

"This is cruel, I know. I know it is. But, it might work." He turned back to Laurel, "Tom did this a while ago, on accident. I was thinking...maybe we could recreate it." She nodded, and he put back on his shirt and hoodie.

Tord turned to his arm, as Laurel attempted to recreate the gash. It took a few seconds, but eventually, his hoodie tore as his arm did. His arm split open, the illusion of blood spilling out. It looked painful, and yet, he felt no pain. The only pain he could feel was when he imagined the look in Toms face.

He didn't want to do this. None of them did. But they had to.

"Is that good?" Laurel asked him. He nodded, and the two of them stood up. All three looked at their newly found injuries. They all looked absolutely horrid.

"We are so sorry, Tom," Edd muttered, so the others could hear. Of course, they all felt horrible for doing this to him, but it had to be done.

"Do you like it?" Laurel asked them. They all nodded in response, as they looked at their bloodied and beaten figures.

"I wish you all the best of luck."

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As Laurel waved to them from the deck on her boat, a million thoughts ran through their heads.

How could we do this? This will kill Tom! We are such bad friends. If we made him feel loved in the first place, maybe then we wouldn't have to do this! Maybe we wouldn't have to feel horrible!

"So...how do we get him?" Tord asked.

"We get Ringo to tell him," Edd spoke.

"And how do we do that?"

"We'll have to call her up here, first."

The three of them nodded in agreement, before Matt froze. He started laughing, confusing the other two Gods.

"Let's hope this doesn't scare her first!"

[Short chapter!

Sorry guys! Will school starting up, and a CRAP ton of homework, this will be hard to update every night/day. I'll try, but like recently, I may take a day or two. Sorry!! I try!!]