Don't Forget Me

Chapter Twenty-Two

As soon as he walked in, Tord noticed Edd and Matt already there. They only had a second to notice him before the whole room went dark and nobody could see a thing.

"Tord?" Edd's voice called out.

"Yeah, I'm here. What happened?" He didn't want to bother feeling his way around to try to find them. It would be of no use.

"I'm not sure. The room was fine before you walked in," he paused, "not saying you were the cause of this."

"Could be," Tord shrugged, though he knew no one could see him. All of a sudden, a loud, booming voice spoke out. It was the same voice that had lead them there in the first place.

"He's going to come and save you any moment now. Don't let him." It said, it's voice seeming to echo around the room.

"Why not?!" Edd shouted. Who could it have been talking about?

"It will do far more damage than good. Believe me."

"Why should we?" Tord asked, but it didn't respond. And, if whoever it was talking about decided to help them, was there even any way they could stop him? Because, at the moment, they were a bit useless.

"Because he is the one who will backstab you all." They were all silent with this new found information before Edd snapped out of it and spoke up.

"What are you talking about!? Who even is this person?" he shouted, asking the question they all silently pleaded for.

"Tell me, have you ever wondered how he ended up like this? How, even with the limit of his powers, the majority of it was lost when he made one single figure?" The voice asked them all. Between the three gods, appeared a wispy white figure. It took the form of Ringo although she was the only light in the room until she was gone the next moment. They were submerged in the darkness yet again. They all had known Tom was the one who had made Ringo but, he would never do such a thing to them.

"It can't possibly be Tom," Tord started, speaking more to himself.

"Yeah," Edd agreed, "Tom could never hurt us, nor anyone else!" They found themselves defending Tom but the more they thought, the more the memories of him grew hazy.The voice seemed to have gone completely silent, so they were only left to think of why it had said such terrible things about their friend.

Edd groaned in pain. His head started aching from a growing headache, getting worse with every passing moment. He sat down, and held his head in his arms, trying to ignore the pain. But he found, it wouldn't leave.

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When Tom opened his eyes, he felt different. He couldn't quite place what the difference was, or how he even knew, but somehow he did. He felt Ringo curled up next to him in the sand. The sun was still rather high in the sky so it hadn't been all that long. Sitting up from his spot in the sand, a pounding rush came to his head. The massive headache was getting to him as he placed his head in the palm of his hand.

Ringo, feeling his sudden movement, woke up from her nap and glanced up at him, yawning, "Tom? Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine. I just have a headache I suppose..." he said disgruntled. He shut his eyes in pain as the pounding had just continued to worsen itself.

"Is there anything we can do about it?" she asked him.

"Not sure. We could ask Susan," he paused and looked around, "wherever she's gotten too."

"I'm right here guys," Susan calmly said as her figure became clearer to Ringo and Tom. "I couldn't sleep well, so I decided I'd take a small walk or something."

"Where'd you go?" Ringo asked.

"Ah, nowhere much. Just wherever I wanted to." Susan knew she had lied. She walked back to Tord despite the dangerous aura around him, thinking maybe she would know what was happening. Whatever it was could affect Tom if they don't hurry. If it does, all four of them would become rather useless.

"Oh, alright," Ringo nodded.

Susan turned her attention to Tom, "We should get something for your headache. Perhaps the water will help," she suggested. Ringo looked over at Tom, who had paled a lot in the moment they had been speaking. She sighed and nudged him.

"Oh," he said, "right." He stood up and stumbled over to the shoreline. He knelt down and cupped his hands in the water. His hands shook as he splashed it in his face. He gave it a few seconds before he sighed.

"Is it helping?" Ringo asked.

"Thanks, but it doesn't seem to be helping much right now," he mumbled to them.

Tom's thoughts began to wander. How had he gotten such a horrible pain? Did he do something in his sleep? Suddenly, they all heard a voice. It didn't seem to be speaking out loud, but instead more like a voice in their heads.

"The Wall is nearly done for." It said. It sounded pleased. Whether with itself or not was unclear.

Ringo and Susan gave each other knowing looks. They knew about the wall, but how could someone else know? Either way, a chill ran down both their spines as the same thought circled their heads.

This was the end, wasn't it?

[I have nothing to say for myself other than, I'm sorry. I really am.

This chapter (and possibly future ones) were all co written by aphmau1twighlight2  a good friend of mine. Thanks for helping me, Ell -w-]