❝ Come find me. ❞ (TomTord)

Chapter 6

Tom had been sitting there for a while now.
He had nothing to do.
Part of him regretted leaving home.
There was nothing to do- and he in general hated nature.
But he couldn't go home. Not now. Maybe never.
They didn't want him there.
And he especially didn't want to talk to Tord. Or even see him.
He decided to go do something. Anything really.
Maybe he could look around. He hadn't fully explored the place anyways.
He got up, pausing as he turned back into his monster form.
Not like it mattered. He wasn't gonna be seen by anyone other than animals, right?
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He had been walking around for a while.
But still couldn't find the parts he hadn't explored yet.
Maybe he had explored it all?..
Oh well. It didn't matter. He'd find something else to do.
He continued to walk around, till he heard something. It sounded like yelling.
He approached the sounds more, till he could hear it.
It sounded like..Tord?..
"-in return you put me in the fucking hospital!
When are you gonna stop playing fucking hide and seek? Hm? When're you gonna stop running away from all your problems?" As Tom got closer, the yelling became clearer.
It was Tord. That fucker. Why was he here? Again?
He started approaching quicker, where was that piece of shit?
"What if I call you something- something that might just hurt your feelings, hmm?"
Tord yelled. "May I dare say it?"
Tom was getting closer now. Probably almost where Tord was.
What was he gonna say anyways? What could possibly be so bad that it would upset him?
"You Thomas Ridgewood," Tord said, pausing.
Tom growled. Why the fuck did Tord use his full name?
"Are a monster!" Tord said, turning to face Tom as he pulled himself out from behind the bushes and trees.
He was lying. It was all lies. I guessed it! No. I knew it. He's a lying piece of shit-
all he wants to do is hurt me. I need to get rid of him.
"Oh, there you are. Finally decided to show up, hm?" Tord hummed sarcastically.
Did Tord expect him to be waiting for him to come back?
Was it because of his emotional breakdown last time? Did Tord think he cared?
Tom approached Tord slowly, pausing in front of him.
"I thought you were just gonna keep hiding!-" Tord said.
That's it. He wanted Tord to shut up. Why wouldn't he shut up?
He swatted at Tord, catching his arm.
He felt something as soon as it caught Tord's arm. Did he..feel bad?..
No. He couldn't feel bad. Tord was a liar. A liar. He needed to leave.
Why won't he leave?..
"FAEN!!" Tord screamed as he pulled away from Tom fully.
What the hell did that mean? Tom just assumed it was a swear in Norwegian.
Tord's hand flew to his injured arm, grabbing it with a tight grip.
"On second thought- I'm gonna go!" Tord said before turning and running.
That fuck- and he accused Tom of running away and hiding!
He couldn't let him leave. He would just leave, heal, and come back again.
Tom needed to get rid of him.
He'd follow Tord, quickening his pace as Tord started weaving through trees and bushes to avoid Tom.
He'd follow Tord, starting to run as it got harder and harder to follow Tom.
How was Tord, the clumsiest person he knew so good at running away through trees, tree roots, bushes, and rocks?
Tord glanced back at him, almost catching his foot on something.
His eyes widened. Why? Was it because Tom was so close?
Tord looked back to in front of himself, running to a thick bush. He'd push through it, and onto a rocky surface.
Of course now he finds somewhere he hadn't been before.
He followed Tord, pushing through the bush as well.
Tord was looking at him- before he had even gotten through the bush.
He scrambled to his feet, now standing about two feet from the edge of the rocky cliff.
A terrible thought came to him as he examined the situation.
Push him off.
Why did he feel he didn't want to do that?-
Push him off. Trick him. Lie to him. Like he's doing to you.
Hurt him. Like he wants to do to you. No. Like he is doing to you.
Get rid of him. He can't just keep coming back, trying to hurt you.
He can't. He has to go. Forever.
Tom planned out how he'd get rid of Tord.
He'd trick him. Make him think that Tom was gonna come home. And then, push him off.
He changed to his human form. It was painful, but he had gotten used to changing forms over the few days.
He sighed, walking over to Tord.
He'd put his hands out, locking eyes with Tord.
"Do you trust me." He knew it didn't sound like a question. But that didn't matter. He just needed to trick Tord. Though it was unlikely Tord would-
"Y-yeah." Tord said, taking Tom's hands and nodding.
What? What the fuck?? Did he seriously trust him?
It was painful. Really painful. Why did he feel so bad?
Was it because Tord seemed to care?-
No. He couldn't care. Tord was a liar. He's lying.
How would he take advantage of him this way though?..
Tom leaned in close, hoping to make Tord uncomfortable.
Though it kind of made himself uncomfortable.
"Well,"
He paused, tightening his grip on Tord's hands.
"You shouldn't have." Tom whispered, frowning slightly.
"Wha-" Tord was cut off by Tom pushing him.
Pushing him off the edge.
He immediately felt horrible. Why? Why was he caring? He hates Tord. ..Right..?
Tom leaned over the edge, examining Tord's reaction.
He looked shocked. Did he really think Tom was gonna....no.
He felt tears start to pour from his eyes.
Why was he crying?..
He flinched as a sickening pop was heard.
It echoed through his ears. He couldn't unhear it.
He stared at the limp body. It rolled down the slope, stopping at an angle. Though Tord's eyes were closed, the angle he was at made him look like he was staring directly at him. Or rather, through him.
Why was it so painful to see Tord's limp body?..