Friends With a Monster

Chapter 5: What An Intriguing Place

The walls are decorated with dark colours, like red and dark blue. There's also a bunch of symbols scratched into the wall, as if someone was insane. The symbol was hard to make out but it looks like a smiley face. The room smells foul and disgusting, like dead bodies are rotting in here. I look over to see a boy, sitting in the corner with his legs crossed and a mask covering his face.

I don't know what's going on, but I do know that whatever does happen, will not be a good thing. The boy had caramel brown hair, with it parted up like horns. He wore a red hoodie with a robot's head on it and a smiley face mask hanging around his face. Several guns and weaponry lay at his side as well as cart full of sharp objects, presumably for torture. I looked back over to Tom, which I saw his eyes tear up and he didn't know how to feel.

Tom's POV

I woke up, looked around and laid my eyes on the man in the corner. My eyes teared up, and I felt a sense of overwhelming joy, but fright. Why does he have all these weapons around? "T-Tord!? What're you- we doing here? Where is here?" I ask, choking out his name, as I've started crying.

"You, are monster, monster be hunted. You know that. I knock you out, brought you here. This is monster base in Norway, you sleep for while." He says, still not knowing much English, but how did he get us here "How did you get us here? And why are they here" I say, pointing to Edd and Matt. "Must test for monster. You here because heli-chopter." I can't help but get just a bit flustered when I hear him speak, his basic understanding for English is adorable to me.

"ToRd wE WeRe fRiEnDs"
He squinted even harder "How know me name? I caught monster, not friend."

I was hURT on the inside. I didn't show my hurt, but if you knew me I'm sure you could see it. "B-but.." I thought for a bit 'Maybe he's just changed that much. Maybe he's being forced? I'm not sure what's gotten into him but I know that it's not the Tord I know.'

"Answer. How know me name?" He was stern, sounded unforgiving. "I-I know you.. You don't remember?" I can't seem to figure out what's gotten into him, but I know this isn't the Tord I remember. "Hva?" I don't know what that means, but okay. "Uhh.. what?" He took off his mask, revealing a large red mark on his face. It looked as if he was bashed on the head. "It mean 'What', Me asking what?" he explained.

"Oh, well we were friends, and what is.." I grunted a bit as I made my position more comfortable. I was trying to get my claws in position to break these chains. "Why do you have that.. Dent on your head?" He brought his hand up to where he seemed to be hit, and took in a shaky breath. "That's enough!" shouted a figure behind us. I snapped my neck, I turned my head so fast. There stood a fairly short man with a thicc eyebrow game going on. He was wearing a pink hoodie with khaki pants. He also had a cigar hanging from his mouth and a shotgun strapped to his back. The same one that killed my mother. His scruffy beard seemed to scratch at his skin as he talked.

"Tord! You're supposed to watch over them, guard them, not give them info about how to escape!" he yelled something harshly, as it was in another language I did not understand it. He went over and forcefully grabbed Tord's arm, and shoved him to the ground. He kicked him several times in the chest and back, then one kick to the face before picking him up and chucking him out of the room. He turned back to us, anger and sadness in his eyes.

"Now, it's time to get ourselves another trophy!" He shouted and grabbed me. I felt the fear rising inside of me, but I was mad, so very mad a him for treating his son like that. I couldn't just let him be treated like that, but there wasn't much I could do. I squirmed about in his grasp, making him drop me, but not because I had escaped him. He knocked me on the head with his shotgun, and out I went.

Tord's POV

(This is supposed to be in Norwegian, because Tord is Norwegian, but I'll spare you)