Last To Fall.

Chapter 7

Tom could feel his consciousness slip away from him as Tord lifted him up and slung him over his shoulder.
He knew he had been drugged, and he knew that escape was impossible...
Tord would win somehow... he always does...

Whether it was in fuckin monopoly or taking over the damn word.
He was always better.

Self centered Prick...

He felt Tord sigh as he bent down and picked up the discarded and broken goggles.

"I worked so hard on these, yet you go and break them on me.. Oh well.." He sighed, letting them fall to the floor as he crushed them with his foot.

Tom whimpered, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"P-please... l-let.. g-go...." He whispered, each word harder to say than the last.
His throat was swollen, the whole thing felt like it was on fire... it hurt.. it hurt so much....

"I told you already, you're too valuable a specimen." Tord sighed, adjusting him on his shoulder.

"So just be a good boy and sit tight." He chuckled, not struggling with Tom's weight.

"Red Leader, sir!" Someone called, running into the building.

Their hair was parted in the middle, almost fraying out to the side. It was tugged into a messy low ponytail, his chocolate colored-- no, this was one of Tords hench men, he didn't deserve nice words.. his shit brown hair probably coming just below his shoulders.

He wore a uniform but it was different from the soldiers in the streets.. darker.... like the soldier he had kicked earlier.

This one looked.. hed like to say kinder, but that was probably bullshit. He looked like he was a moral- no.. still doesn't fit.. He was like an angry mom.. That works...

"Patryk...?" Tord said, looking him up and down.

"Tord, I found the guy and he--" He paused when he saw Tom laying limp on Tord's shoulder and gasped.
"YOU!!!" He exasperated, glaring at him.

Tom tried to move a little, looking over at him, this really didn't turn out well...

"YOU KICKED PAUL IN THE NUTS!!!" He cried, raising his gun looking rather upset.

Tom smirked, well, he hoped he did, weakly flashing him the bird before falling limp again, exhausted from the simple action.

This dude, well he seemed like a bit of a nut case, but hey, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover...

Even if captain chicken wings Mcfreakout seems to be chasing some lost meatballs.

"Patryk, calm down." Tord sighed, looking up at him. "He's been drugged, he can't do anything." He said, adjusting him on his shoulder.

"You drugged him? Why?" Pat asked, to Tom's surprise. You would expect Tords henchmen to at least know what was going on... But apparently not...
He was also surprised at the 360 this fucker pulled, three seconds ago it looked like this dude would blow his brains out.

Captain chicken wings is bipolar now... Great.

A lot of surprises.

"Because, he almost brought me down.." Tord sighed, looking away slightly.

"If Tom hadn't sent Edd away my concussion would have brought me down. I would have been over powered and so I drugged him to avoid further instance." He said calmly, looking up at him with his dead eyes.

Those were they eyes of someone without a soul.. glazed over, as if they weren't looking at you but rather through you.. Hollow, empty... sad. They had nothing behind them. No emotion.