Strangers

White Coats & Uniforms

Tom POV

"OW!! What in bloody hell?!" I looked down at a jerk on his knees, who was clutching his face in agony. I shake my hand and blow on it, holding it to my chest. His jaw was hard.
"Tom!!" Edd pulls me back by the arm when I step forward towards Fritz. I growl and curse. Paul was still coughing from almost swallowing his cigarette when he was lifted. Pat kneeled to check on Fritz before getting his hand slapped away.
"I'm fine..." The red head muttered. He stood up and rubbed his face once more before turning to look at me.
"Plenty more where that's fr-" I started.
"Tom! Shut up!" I get slapped behind the head by Edd. He motions toward the mass of soldiers with their hands ready to pull out any weapons. Matt inches toward the scene cautiously, prompting the group of soldiers to pull rifles off of shoulders and handguns out of holsters. With almost every gun in the room aimed at us Fritz smirked and asked.
"Who are you exactly?"
"Nunya."
"...nunya? Does it have a meaning, or is it short for something??" The man looks at me quizzically. I pulled a middle out on him and said.
"Nunya business."
I watched as his face turned red. He clicked his tongue twice. The two leopards suddenly appeared, after pushing some soldiers out of the way. Fritz patted them on the head and sighed.
"Look, was it you who brought him in?" He motioned to the operating room. I just wanted this to be over.
"Yeah."
My eyes go wide when Fritz suddenly gets on one knee, keeping his head low. He yells out an order and the entire squadron falls to the floor as well, including Patryck and Paul. He pulls a strand of hair back and looks back up at me. I cringe away when he stands up.
"Thank you...and I'm sorry about all that, I'm still working on my temper, I was just worried, that's all." He says with a blush and a small smile. He barks out again and the soldiers get up and scatter, finding something better to do.
"Um Fritz?" Paul moves forward to catch his attention.
"Sorry Paul, you forgive me right?" Paul just nodded.
"Yeah that's like the fourth time..." Patryck muttered. Fritz ignored him and moved back to us.
"Since I haven't properly introduced m'self..." He held out his hand for Matt, then Edd, then me, to shake, "the names Fritz, what do I have the pleasure of calling you bunch?"
Matt chimed in first.
"I'm Matthew Hargraves, Matt for short of course."
"Uh I'm Edward Gold...Edd." Edd said a bit shyly. Fritz's expression was slowly changing as he heard our names.
"And you Rocky?" He tries to joke, something was bugging him.
"Tom...Thomas Bridgwell..." His expression contorted into horror, as if he had just watched his dog die in front of him. It turned into a blank stare as he turned and walked a few feet away, dragging Pat and Paul behind him. He began to whisper something to them before the three of them began to sneak glances at us. Patryck then turned and approached me, a dark shadow covering his face.
"Thomas, could you please take off that hoodie and show us your right shoulder..." He said quietly.
"Uhm, is this neces-"
"Do it now." He raised his head ever so slightly to show the menacing look in his eyes. My mind blanked out and I slipped my hoodie off and rolled up the sleeves of my 'ASDF Land' shirt. I hated looking at it. The disgusting scar left by that two-timing robot-humping lunatic.
I felt a sharp pain...strangely not on my scar, but in my heart...
"Its them...SOLDIERS!!" Fritz pulled me out of my thoughts as he yelled and pulled the person closest to him wearing a uniform.
"Wait what's happening Pat Paul?" Matt looked worried, and confused when the two walked away and looked at us with disgust.
"Bind them and hide them from my sight!!" Fritz shouted the orders and a group of men surrounded us.
They shoved me on the floor and I winced on contact, my head was spinning. I felt cold metal being clicked onto my wrists. I was lifted up from the floor.
I could hear Edd and Matt crying and yelling before I saw a black police baton being swung into my face.

Eyyyyy im alive....