Don't Forget Me

Chapter Thirteen

Yes. Tom was supposed to stay in hiding. He was supposed to stay away from the others. This was all a test to see if they even cared about him. However, this was important. So, he completely scrapped the idea of hiding, and ran.

He ran through the cave systems, not bothering to go through the shadows. And definitely not bothering to go into monster form. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, enduring the pain, just for the thought of reaching the surface.

How could he let himself do this..?

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"Tom! I-It's them! They're hurt!"

"What happened!?"

"I don't know! They all look badly damaged! Edd has scars everywhere! His wings are ripped up! Matt is covered in blood and his skin looks like it's melting! A-And Tord! He-" Tom doesn't dare let her finish her thought.

"Ringo. Where are they?" He asked her.

"Um..Last I saw of them they were at Tord's house," she spoke and Tom bolted up. He needed to find them. He needed to see how he could fix this.

He needed to make sure they didn't hate him for this.

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Tom slipped and fell, jabbing a sharp rock into his palm. The pain coursed through him, but he stood quickly, trying to ignore it. He looked down, and pulled the rock out, trying to release some of the pain. He tossed it to the side, and clutched his bleeding hand. He looked up again, just as he was about to run into a wall. He skidded to the right, and continued running.

Tom ran even when he was out of breath. Even when he was clutching his side in pain. Even when he couldn't take it anymore. He kept running.

He wanted to see what he had done. He wanted to know how to fix it.

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Eventually, the God reached the surface. He was immediately blinded by the early sun, and it took him a moment to adjust. But, whenever he got used to it, he ran some more. Tom's vision clouded with tears that threatened to spill. How could he have done this to them!?

Tord's house came into view soon enough. He could see the faint figure of a person standing inside. Looks like Ringo was right. So, Tom kept running. The blood on his hands poured down his arm, but he hardly noticed it. The leaves crunched beneath his feet, and the branches snapped, creating a sort of calamity underneath him.

But, he kept running.

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"What if he doesn't come?" Matt asked the others. Edd was pacing the room again.

"He has to. There's no way this wouldn't make him come," Edd responded. He glanced at the door, unknowingly, every two minutes.

"But what if Ringo chickened out? And ya message never got to him?"

"She wouldn't do that. Would she?" Tord and Matt glanced at each other, and Edd groaned. However, before they could say anything else, their questions had been answered by the sound of a door. A door slamming open, to be more specific.

Tom stood in the doorway, staring at the three of them. He was panting. It took them a while to realize the tears streaming down his face. All three of them were immediately consumed with the guilt of what they had just done. Tord jumped up from the table he had been sitting at and ran over to Tom. He grabbed his wrists, and wrapped his arms around him. And, the tears started up again.

He cried. Tom cried loudly. He felt himself go limp, as he wrapped his own arms around Tord. He didn't want this. He didn't want to leave anymore. He wanted to stay here with them. He wanted them to be able to defend themselves against Tom's monster form. He wanted them to be safe from him. But he wanted them most of all.

Ringo said they cared.

So, why didn't he believe her? Why doesn't he believe her? Maybe because he hurt them. Why would they?

"Tom...It's alright," Tord's voice broke his thoughts. He laced his fingers through Toms hair. He did this a lot. Ever since he found out how unusually soft Tom's hair really was.

"Youre okay, and we're sorry. We're so sorry." Sorry? For what?

"Wh-What are you..."

"We aren't hurt.." Tord froze at his own words.

"What..?" Tom pulled away lightly, not hurt, or offended, but confused.

"Were not hurt. And we're sorry for making you believe that..."This time, Edd was speaking instead.

"But you are," he pointed to Tom's little injury. Pulling his hands away from Tord, he finally noticed the thick blood streaming down his hand and arm.

"Let's get you fixed up. And if you decide to leave again...we won't stop you...We promise," Edd said, frowning, as he walked over to the two of them. Matt stood and followed.

But, Tom didn't want to leave.

[I feel really really bad for not updating this sooner but have it.

Also

New cover! Drawn by the wonderful @c0la_bo1

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