Save me! (A Tomtord fanfic)

The crazy look in his eyes

Tom ran to the walls that surrounded the enemy base and tried to look for an entrance until he spotted a door.

Breaking it down, Tom ran inside and then broke down the door to the main building.

His eyes were slightly glowing purple as he ran through the halls of the building, searching for Tord.

A painfilled pleading scream echoed through the hallways and Tom felt a shiver go down his spine.

He followed the scream and came to a door.

Tom slowly opened the door and found himself on a catwalk hanging from the ceiling in a big storage room.

By the wall across the room from Tom, there were piles of wooden crates placed on top of each other.

Tom's gaze wandered to the floor and he held back a gasp.

Peter was sitting by the dead body of his brother, staring at Tord who was standing by a door holding a knife in his right hand.

They were both just staring at each other. It was clear they both waited for the other to move.

Before Tom had time to say or do anything, Peter quickly grabbed a gun that was lying next to his dead brother and pointed it at Tord with trembling hands.

"You killed him! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!"

Tord chuckled sadistically, "Yeah, so? What are you going to do about it? He's already dead, you can't bring him back." he took a step closer to Peter.

The blue-eyed male straightened his grip on the gun, "DON'T COME CLOSER! IM WARNING YOU!"

Tord, however, didn't stop, he just kept walking.

"STOP! I MEAN IT! I WILL SHOOT YOU!!"

Tord laughed, "If you were going to shoot me then you would have done it a long time ago."

The Norwegian was now only one meter away from Peter and was practically already towering over the blue-eyed male.

That's when Tom decided it was enough.

He jumped down from the catwalk and ran towards the other two males.

Stopping right between Tord and Peter with his arms outstretched.

"Tord, that's enough. You need to calm down."

The Norwegian stopped, shock visible in his two different colored eyes. But that shock didn't last long, and was soon replaced with the wicked look he had previously.

"So, Tom, one of the most hard-trusting people I know, tries to protect an enemy. How touching." Tord smiled widely, "Now step aside Tom. I have someone to take care of."

But Tom didn't move, "No. Peter helped us find this place and we're here to save you."

"Save me?! Does it look like I need your help?! I can take care of myself, Tom! I don't need your pathetic attempt at a rescue."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the room and soon four males stood in the doorway behind Tord. The youngest two gasped and the other two held their gasps back.

This was worse than ever before.

"Tord, you need to calm down before you do anything else that you will regret." Paul tried to talk some sense into the knife-holding male.

Tord flinched at Paul's voice but the look in his eyes didn't disappear. 

The Norwegian clenched his fists harder, almost breaking the handle of the knife with his robot hand.

"Remember what happened the time you lost control and blew up your house. You've never forgiven yourself for that. What if you do something like that again."

The wicked look in Tord's eyes disappeared for a short moment before he gritted his teeth together and growled, "You think some stupid words is going to fix everything!? Nothing anyone says can change everything I had to go through!"

"I know but-!"

Tord turned to Paul with an angry expression, "BUT WHAT!? EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY!? IT'S ALL GOING TO BE FINE!? YOU DON'T GET IT! I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE! I SHOULD BE DEAD! BUT IM NOT! AND FOR WHAT REASON! TO DESTROY MORE LIVES! THAT'S ALL IM GOOD AT!"

Tord switched the hand he was holding the knife with and then in a quick movement he shot a laser beam in the direction of the four males in the doorway.

They dodged in time and was not hit with the laser, it hit the wall behind them instead, leaving a burn.

Tord's breathing was quick and filled with anger, and the crazy look in his eyes grew worse.

Tom stared at the Norwegian, he had never seen him like this.

Peter never gave a sound away, he was afraid Tord would then remember why he was in this room with the knife in the first place.

Tom saw the look of utter terror on Edd and Matt's faces and felt his hands trembling.

This wasn't normal for anyone. How quick Tord turned to an almost entirely different person.

The Norwegian gripped the handle of the knife tighter and turned around locking eye with Peter who had the look of utter terror in his eyes.

Tord took a few steps towards Peter, but Tom stopped him, "You need to stop Tord."

The Norwegian turned his head to Tom, with a look of utter rage in his eyes.

But Tom saw passed those walls of rage and found a hint of pain in the eyes of Tord.

This wasn't normal, because this wasn't something that usually happened.

The torture Tord had to go through this time he was held captive, it wasn't the only reason for Tord's behavior.

There was something else at cause here. Something deep.

That's when Tom realized.

But before he had the chance to do anything, Tord grabbed his hoodie and threw Tom into some crates.

The black-eyed male groaned in pain and looked up at the Norwegian with shock written on his face,

Tord walked closer to Peter who was holding the gun with his shaky hands.

"Get away from me!" The blue-eyed male yelled only earning a smug sadistic smirk from the Norwegian.

Tord knocked the gun out of Peter's hands and it slid across the floor until it hit the crate Tom had crushed under his body.

Tom looked at the gun and then at Tord who had grabbed the knife with his robot arm again and held it up high, ready to strike it down at Peter.

The black-haired male had tried his best to help them, he was almost innocent in this case. He didn't deserve to die.

Tord smirked and then started descending the knife down towards Peter.