~Control~ (TomTord) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

Location: ???, Norway

Paul and Patryk sat down, contemplating what to do next. Tom wasn't in the plane. What WERE they supposed to do?

They were stuck in the middle of the woods, it wouldn't be smart to move, they might get lost. Yet, they need to find Tom. So? Their decision was to split up. Patryk decided to stay, his mental state at the moment wasn't very great. Paul went to look for Tom, sure, he was struggling staying calm, yet he did his best.

Paul wobbled his way into the forest, mumbling to himself. "It'll....all be...okay..." it started to get even darker than it was before, and Paul got scared. He didn't like this, not one bit. Paul was cold, he just wanted to take Patryk back to the base to snuggle or something other than this, he'd prefer to be in Tom's place over this. ...Actually, no. No one wants to be in Tom's place, they all feel bad for him.

Paul tripped over a rock, maybe it was a pebble, but how he landed HURT. There was something metal and hard under his arm where he landed. He looked down to scowl at what he landed on, before realizing it was a chain from Tom's hand cuffs. But what would it be doing here...?

Paul looked around, before noticing a shred of the baby blue shirt they had given Tom stuck to a branch. Is had a bright red stain on it, and Paul noticed a little bit of blood on the branch and chain as well. Was Tom... bleeding??

Paul knee at this point he had to find Tom, he had to help him. Paul screamed out into the dark nothingness "TOM!!" Hoping for a response of any sort. "Please! Tom! I don't want to hurt you, I can help, trust me!"

Paul heard a small rustle from somewhere behind him, and a few grunts and footsteps followed afterwards. Paul turned around to look to Tom, whose shirt was shredded and stained with red, Tom's wrists bleeding and bruised from the cuffs, but most interestingly, he had little purple spots on his forehead and to horns were poking out.

Paul remained calm, and ran over to Tom. "Oh god! Tom, are you okay?!" Tom tried his best to nod, but alas, he passed out. Paul picked him up best he could and carried him back to the plane where Pat had luckily managed to start a signal fire.

Patryk was ecstatic when Paul came back with Tom, and Paul was nursing him back to health when they heard a plane engine. Paul looked overhead to see the big red army plane they were SUPPOSED to take. Paul smiles and Patryk was practically jumping up and down. The plane landed and what they had expected wasn't what they got. A startled Edd and Matt, and in front of them, practically about to pound the door off, was Red Leader himself.

"T-Tord! How nice of you to come get us..!" Patryk stuttered. He grabbed Tom and pulled him on the Plane, and Paul followed after. Red Leader just slammed the plane door shut and demanded that the pilot drive them home immediately.

Tord put his hand to his head and looked calmer. Truth be told, he was only dressed because he thought they lost Thomas. Tord hugged Paul and Pat, and sighed. "I was worried about you guys! How did you even crash that plane?" Paul and Pat were surprised, but they didn't question it and just started to explain. Edd and Matt sneaked off to check in Tom, only to find him sitting in the corner of the room he was locked in.

Edd nervously opened the door and called out. "T-Tom? You okay?" Edd got a growl in response, and they both looked shocked. Tord came up behind and and looked curiously. "What're you two doing?"

Tord looked past them to see Tom growling, his arms turned to claws and he had horns sharper than knives. He had to admit, Even he was startled.