Overdose *Mattord*

Chapter Twenty-Two

I felt hot tears run down my face as I dashed through the woods, feeling branches drag across my skin as I struggled to flee.
I tripped and fell into a slight ditch, darting into a nearby cave immediately.
I heard a pounding of foot steps pass and shouts of uncertainty.
I got this far, I'm not going down yet.
I sighed when silence ensued, but I refuse to go out there yet.
I graciously took in air, trying to sooth my anxiety and loudly beating heart.
After what felt like an hour, I crawled out of the small cavern.
I cried silently, missing my friends and feeling fear soak into me.
But I kept moving, hoping to find them again or someone that could help.
But I didn't.
I dashed through the forest in blind panic as gunfire echoed behind me.
I'm afraid, and I know I can't escape this time.
He's after me.
I let out a cry of pain as a stray bullet grazed my arm.
It stunned me enough to let them surround me.
They pushed towards me with malevolent grins.
I couldn't see their eyes through the dark, but I could easily spot them because of their white apparel.
A loud smack could be heard as someone hit the butt of their rifle against my skull.
I collapsed onto my knees, holding my injured head in my hands. I was fully brought to the ground when a heavy boot pushed me into the dirt.
I shuddered.
I knew who it was.
I doesn't matter what he does to me, I won't let him win.

I struggled to hold this philosophy as they cut into my skin just below my shoulder. I panted lowly in pain, squinting my remaining violet orb, trying to focus on anything else but the searing agony of their torture.

I shivered silently on the cold floor of my cage.
I know what he wants, and he can't have it.
I'll never help him.
Especially after..
I looked at the bloody bandages down my torso and where my right hand should be, feeling sick.
I pulled my knees to my chest, sobbing into them, using my remaining hand to pull my ginger hair.
It hurts so much..
I don't even know how I got mixed up in this..
Tord..
I felt anger at the thought of his name, but not as much as I should.
I still felt hurt by him, and sad, so I couldn't be entirely angry, but I partially blame him for all of this.
Doesn't matter now.
I likely won't live to see him again.
"Hello my flower, how are you feeling~ Are you gonna tell me what I need to know now? I'd hate to hurt such a pretty face again~" He spoke hoarsely, giving me a grin.
He terrified me, for two reasons.
He's sick in the head.
And he looks just like..
Doesn't matter.

I glared at him coldly, hating him with every fiber of my being.
I silently wished for his death, noting his smile turn to a deep frown.
"No, huh? Still not talking..
What does he have that I don't? I could offer you much more, I'd take better care of you and give you everything you ever wanted." He spoke softly in a tone that could be described as honey.
"I want to go home. I want my friends back. I want my fucking arm and eye back. I want to be far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far away from you. That's what I want. Can you honestly give me that?" I growled, making him scowl and drive his boot into my stomach.
I yelped and scooted away from him, pitifully backing into a corner.
"What have I said about back-talking? Honestly, you have no respect for your higher ups. I'd happily make you my prince though. You could have your own base and everything! Anything you want, within reason." He smiled again, and for once, looked genuinely happy,
"Come on, you just have to say the words."
I shook my head briskly, but it didn't deter his enthusiasm.
"Maybe later then. How about something to eat?" He gave another charming smile, making me revolted and homesick at the same time.
I shook my head, genuinely nauseous.
He frowned a bit, looking almost concerned, "Ok, but you need to eat something soon."
I silently trembled in my corner and I guess he took it as consent, because he gave a small smile and left.
Thank god.
I wish he'd die already.
Where's the red army when you need it?
Hh..
Tord, hurry up and save me already..

"Here, put this on." He said happily, offering me a small stack of clothes.
I stared at it, not wanting to put on the odd outfit of his people.
He must not of liked my disobedience, for he grabbed me by my hair and hissed,
"I said Put. It. On."
Then let go.
I sniffled quietly as I changed, feeling his eyes burning into me.
I hate him.
Fucking creep, stop watching me change!
I gave him a glare, but he just smiled.
Fully changed in the odd garb, I pulled at it uncomfortably.
"We'll be moving you to the next camp over. I'm gonna secure the route and you'll be safely transferred, 'kay?" He hummed, looking at me sweetly.
"Why am I being moved?" I frowned.
"We think the enemy might have information on our current location, so I'm gonna put you somewhere safe." He replied, brushing his hand over my cheek, which I, of course, flinched away from.
He almost seemed hurt by my reaction.
"I'll take my leave then." He sighed, smiling as he left and waved bye, instructing the camp to guard me.
I unhappily stood idle outside by the main grounds in the center of camp, able to clearly see my path to freedom but no way to get there.

I miss Edd and Tom.
And Tord.
But luckily for me

Asshat was right.
They had information on the camp, and the biggest threat just left.

I cowered when bodies fell onto the ground next to me.
Out of panic, once again, I blindly ran in any direction that the bodies didn't fall in.
I scrambled when a man stopped me, tackling me to the ground.
He was dressed like a soldier.
I let out a wail of fear when a large number of soldiers and oddly dressed adversaries charged at me.
I found none of the white cloaked members made it to me.
I felt pressure at my throat when the soldier pulled me up from the ground by my hood.
I timidly let him lead me as I watched the two forces battle.
My stomach sank when I spotted auburn hair in the distance, but to my relief, he was in a general's outfit.
Wait.
I struggled in the soldier's grip and broke free, running toward the battle, crying out a familiar name,
"Tord!"

I found myself back on the ground, but that didn't stop me from crying out, reaching for my lost friend yards away.
The soldier gave me a funny look before shushing me and telling me to follow him in an oddly polight manner.
I whined sadly, keeping my eyes on him as the man led me into a small clearing, where I lost sight of the Norwegian.
I was gently pushed into a carrier truck, identical to the one I was in previously.
I sniffled and cried quietly as the vehicle shook slightly as it went into motion.

They eventually pulled me out, blindfolding me and, well they tried to tie my hands together, but found it pointless. They dragged me along to the final destination.

I eventually found myself in a cold room, still blinded, but not for long.
Someone came in, pulling down my hood and the cloth from my eyes.
Or eye.

To my great relief, it was Patryk, who gasped and went slack-jawed.
Then he threw his hands on his cheeks and started chanting "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" in a rapid manner.
He paused when he looked at my face, letting out a sad little 'oh' and moved his hand to trace the air around my eye.
He made a face that said he remembered something and let out unsure sounds before dashing out of the room.
I took off the heavy white cloak, feeling overwhelmed and overheated.
There was a fairly long period of silence before a light metallic scratching sound of the doorknob turning, and entered my will to live.
"Tord?"
Tord looked at me sadly, in tears,
"Matt."
I bounced out of my chair, forgetting all the betrayal and anger I had for him, and smiled brightly,
"Tord! I never thought I'd see you again! I missed you!"
He made a face of disbelief and surprise, maybe confusion too.
There were a lot of emotions written all over him.
It reminded how mixed up I was too, and I remembered how angry I was.
He avoided my eyes for a short while before they wandered back and he made another look of surprise and confusion.
"Why did you cut me off like that..? You promised.. you said you wouldn't disappear again, then the next day-
woosh. Gone." I growled, giving him a cold look through narrow eyes.
He didn't say anything, just resumed avoiding eye contact.
He went to open the door, making me throw my arms out to stop him in alarm.
I wanted to know why he was trying to leave again, I just found him, he can't leave me again-
He gently took my hand, making me blush as he led me down the hall to his familiar room, sitting me down in his bathroom.
I remembered my limited view and frowned, realizing why I was here.
Bandages.
I'd be happier if he was taking me to his bed.
You can make what you want of that statement.

You guys know the rest for the most part.