Save me! (A Tomtord fanfic)

Time is running out

It was a drawing big enough to cover up two pages. On the right page, Tom saw himself, with Edd and Matt far behind him. He had a bloody arm and an angry expression on his face. Over his head was something written, "I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!".

On the other page, there was a drawing of Tord. He didn't have his hoodie on and his right arm was extremely bloody and hurt. His face was in worse condition than what Tom had seen him in so he figured this is was before he was treated. Tears streamed down Tord's face as he was screaming up at the sky. Over his head, there was writing, "I DON'T DESERVE FRIENDS!".

Tom placed a hand over his mouth to hold back the sobs that tried to escape his throat as tears escaped his eyes and streamed down his face. There was so much emotion in the drawings that he could practically hear his own angry shouts and Tord's painfilled screams.

His drawn self showed betrayal, rage, and pain. And Tord's drawn self showed pain, regret, sorrow, and terror.

Tom pushed the book away and hugged his knees, "Tord you fricking idiot."

He couldn't believe he had been so blind as to not have seen this.

He should have seen how much Tord needed help.

Tom wiped away his tears and grabbed the notebook in order to put it away, but that's when he saw it.

On the page where the drawing of Tord was, a little bit of the corner was missing and showed that on the other side of the page there was something.

Turning the page, Tom saw that it was a drawing of him and Tord, smiling, laughing.

Tord had drawn the picture of him and Tom that the black-eyed male had in his apartment. And at the bottom, there was something written, "Stay strong, for him".

Feeling the tears once again fill his eyes Tom couldn't help but smile.

He was Tord's motivation, and now Tord would be his.

Time Skip

The next day, the three friends and the two soldiers gathered in the meeting room to come up with a plan on how to locate Tord.

"So, any news?" Edd asked the two older men even though he knew the answer.

"No. We still haven't found any trace of where he could be hiding."

That's when Tom realized something, "What if he's not hiding at all?"

Everyone turned to the black-eyed male. "What do you mean Tom?"

"When I met Tord he was almost captured by these two men. And when he ran away, I saw a white van driving away. I didn't think much of it at the time, but maybe it was the two men and they took Tord."

Paul placed a hand on his forehead, "Shit! Then we're left with less time than we thought. We need to find Tord as soon as possible. If not then the enemy will either get our secrets, or Tord won't be alive when we find him."

Location: Unknown

Tord hung from the chains that chained him to the wall of his cell.

His face was bloody and so was his left arm. His eyes were dull and without hope.

His breathing was shallow and slow and some blood was streaming from the corner of his mouth.

He hadn't said anything about the red army's secrets to the guys torturing him yet, and he wasn't planning to either.

Tord stayed strong and held on to the hope that he might be able to save his friends and family as long as he kept his mouth shut.

He couldn't use his robot arm to escape because the chain around it was somehow interfering with the arm's energy making it useless.

The door to the cell opened and the two men walked in.

Tord rolled his eyes at them. "Oh, you're back." He said sarcastically.

One of the men connected a fist with Tord's stomach causing the Norwegian to spit up some more blood.

"You should stop with the attitude Red leader. It won't help you, if anything, it'll just make matters worse."

Tord smirked, "If I'm going to die here then I might as well do it wearing the same attitude I was born with. Plus, you two won't get me to tell you anything."

The man that had punched Tord clenched his fists and was about to punch him again but the other man stopped him, "Boss wants him alive, Simon."

The one, who apparently was named Simon, lowered his fist and turned to the other man, "I just want to smack that smirk off his face, Peter."

Peter forced a smirk, "I think boss can do that for us."

Tord's smirk didn't fade, he knew they needed him alive, if they wanted to kill him then they would have done it already. Plus, as long as he was alive, there was no possibility that the army might choose a new leader. The red army stayed loyal to their leader until he died, so as long as Tord lived, the red army wouldn't do anything else than to search for him.

The two men had proved to know this, but it didn't bother Tord. He knew that they would get killed long before he told them anything.

"What are you grinning at, Red leader."

Tord grinned wider, "Oh am just admiring how stupid you two are. It's fucking hilarious. You know the army won't stop looking for me and when they find me, you two will regret ever kidnapping me."

Simon laid another punch in Tord's stomach which caused the Norwegian to spit up more blood and groan in pain.

Peter held Simon back, "Stop, we need him alive."

"I don't care! I just want to get that fucking grin off his face!"

Tord chuckled, "What makes you think you can, Simon."

That was the last straw for the blue-eyed male. He smacked Tord across the face on his bad side and punched the Norwegian's left arm.

Tord groaned in pain and hung his head down, trying to hold back the tears that formed in his eyes.

Simon laughed and then left through the door.

Peter looked at Tord with a concerned expression and then left through the door as well, locking it behind him.

Tord lifted his head, making his hair fall in front of his eyes a little, and smirked wickedly, "I'm going to tear your fucking head off Simon, trust me on that."