The Norwegian Should Go F*ck Himself

Chapter 1

It's been exactly four years since the..incident. Four years since I've murdered Jon, four years since I've betrayed all my friends, oh, and wait...it's also been four years as the position of the red leader. Yeah, I'm the red leader. You probably think I'm that badass and kinky bitch that people always claim for me to be. But, to be honest, I like to think of myself as an outcast. 

Sure, Paul and Patryk are there for me..but, sometimes..they can't help me cope with my personal issues.

Personal issues? 

The badass has personal issues?

I guess I'm not really a "badass".

I remember the first day of school when I met Edd, Tom, and Matt. It was the perfect sunny morning. Fourth grade. I was new to the school. I didn't have a good time finding my friends at the start, though. People would ridicule me on my hair, saying that I belong in hell. During recess, they threw me up against the rusty basketball hoop pole in the back of the courtyard and they would mock me and call me satan. 

I guess I proved them right, after all this shit I've been doing. Conquering armies, almost taking over the world...heh.

Anyways, after two months in the hellhole, I was walking to my usual spot after grabbing my lunch, the library, when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to find a chubby boy with brown shaggy hair and a shirt with a cola can on it waving at me. I was confused, thinking there was another boy named Tord in the school. I looked behind me to see if there was someone else he was calling for. 

All of a sudden I heard,

"I'm calling you, dummy."

I shockingly looked at the boy, feeling somewhat pleased that someone acknowledged me for not being a devil.
I sat next to the boy in the empty seat next to a gingered, tall and skinny boy with a white shirt that says "I love me and only me".
"Did you really have to invite him to our table?" scoffed a boy with brown hair and a checkered shirt. Surprisingly, this boy had no eyes. I examined his eyes, and he seemed to take notice. "Fuck off, devil."
"Tom!" the chubby boy snapped at him. Then, he turned to me apologetically.
"I'm sorry for Tom. Let me introduce myself. My name is Edd, the gingered one is Matt, and the grumpy one is Tom. You must be Tord." Edd reached to put his hand out for me to shake it, and I gently shook it back.
"I genuinely feel sorry for you. I should've spoken up, but I was too scared." Edd sighed. I felt a hand rubbing my back. I turned around to see it was Matt. I was surprised the ginger was acting like this. I've seen him in my French class before, he was just..I don't mean to say it..but he was just dumb. Matt added on to Edd,
"Yeah, we couldn't really see you being alone for the five hundredth time."
"I'm just a 'devil' though.." I blurted out.
Tom looked surprised when I said that. He gave me an anxious look and his frown saddened.
"Sorry about two minutes ago." Tom apologized.
I nodded.
They felt bad for me, and I repaid them twelve years later, by blowing up their house. How stupid can I possibly be?

Opening my eyes from the memory of fourth grade, I sighed. My eyes that once faced a happy group of friends were now facing a dark red ceiling full of guilt. My blood red blanket covered my cold body, not adding any warmth at all from the goosebumps I had from the memory. My heart dropped into my chest as I ripped off the covers from my half naked body. Time for another day of my "business". I mean, it sure does feel great to have conquered five armies in the past year, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I'm just trying to cover up my depression from all the guilt I have. I turned on the phone, the brightness hurting my eyes.
Aw shit. It's eight fucking fifty five, and I have a very important meeting with the purple army leader at nine. Did Paul and Patryk seriously not even try to text me or come and wake me?
I quickly bolted to my closet and slipped on my dirty uniform.
Who fucking cares if I smell, I'm the red leader. I'm supposed to be a 'badass'.
I pushed on the button at the left side of my closet to make a direct announcement to the base.

Can Paul and Patryk please come to the red leader's dorm immediately. I repeat, can Paul and Patryk please come to the red leader's dorm immediately.

As soon as I knew it, Paul and Patryk were there.
"Why the fuck would you not wake me? The purple leader will be here in fucking two minutes. Two fucking minutes. This could be our big break, we could sabotage the purple army!" I shouted at them as they stood there silent.

"T- Red Leader, sir, you said last week that you wanted your privacy." Paul grunted.
"Track the purple leader right now. I'll be in my office in one minute." I spat at the both of them. They walked out of my dorm faster than a blink of an eye.

I reapplied my hair to look like two horns, which I am most known for, and I tied the reST of my hair back into a ponytail. I took off my old eyepatch and looked at myself for a brief second, examining my glass eye, but then quickly reapplying a new eyepatch.
Bolting across the red base, I felt the pleasure to look at the diamond red pattern across the walls. I enslaved some soldiers from the yellow army to do that. I could feel bad, but I don't. I laughed, the kind of badass evil laugh, at the thought. As soon as I reached my office and sat in my chair, I got a call from Patryk.

"Red Leader speaking."

"The purple leader is here, sir."

"Let him in."

I've gotten to know the purple leader personally. Like me, he has taken down many armies.

"Ah, Tord." I could hear in a thick, french accent.
"Malcolm." I responded.
The purple leader, Malcolm, sits in the chair vertically from me.
"You see, Tord, you might not know it, but I have this damn army in my hands."
"How so?" I questioned at the stupid thought he had. No one could take me down.
"I have something you possess greatly. I'll hurt it if you don't give me the army."
What could he possibly be talking about?
"What do you mean?" I snap at him.
"Give me the army, or I'll kill your little friends."
"Paul and Patryk? Try and kill 'em, you'll get nowhere." I smirked.
"Tord, Tord.. did you forget about them? Your cola loving, self loving, no eyed friends. Ring a bell?"
How did he know about them? I can't let it show it on my face, I have to hide it.
"Doesn't ring a bell." I give him a warm smile. "Now get the fuck out of my-"
"I know you know them. You've tried to hurt them before with an awful, awful weapon, but you couldn't seem to do it. All the guilt is on you now, after that incident." 

My eyes widened.

Malcolm pulled out a metal remote with four buttons. They were different colors. One was green, one was blue, and one was purple. The other one was missing. "A click of any of these buttons and their house, their family, their everything is gone. You don't want this to happen, don't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, trying to hold it in.

"Oh, you Norwegian ass, I can see the guilt all over your fucking face." Malcolm laughed, mocking me. "Let's start with this one, hm?" he said, putting his finger on the purple button. "In favor of yours truly, the purple army." he clicked the button.

This can't be true, right? This has to be fake.

At the thought of that, all of a sudden, a hologram popped up, showing the camera of a mistle darting towards Matt's apartment.