The Traitor and The Communist

Park Walker

Song- Weak By: AJR

Tink,tink,tink. The pebble Tord was kicking fell down the side of the small grassy knoll he was on. The small sound ringing even louder on the almost silent night aside from the odd cricket. Tord shoved his hands into the pockets of his slightly torn red hoodie. He continued down the small path following it's twists and turns, he yawned and quickly tried to silence the noise with his robotic right arm. He had a few scratches on that side of his body starting a little after his knee on his right leg, old scratches that turned into scars not so long ago. Tord let out a quiet, long sigh as he adjusted the dark green duffle bag on his shoulder, as he walked slightly off the beaten path, before stopping and leaning against a nearby tree. He let gravity pull him to the ground, Tord showed no signs of getting up anytime soon.

He hit his head on the trunk of the tree, he stared off at the lake the knoll was above, his blinking slowing down till his eyes didn't open again. His duffle slipped off his shoulder landing beside him. He let out another sigh this one sounding more tried and worn out. He pulled his arms up of the ground to rub his eyes, much like his arm his one of his eyes was severely damaged, causing him to be blind in his right eye. Tord's whole body felt heavy and worn, he slouched forward as he drifted into a deep sleep.

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Tord's eyes flew open as he awoke to the sounds of the morning. He groans in response to the birds chirping and singing, he may have also hit his head against the side of the tree, but that was beside the point. The sky was overcast and the air was thick. Tord could smell the moisture in the air as it chilled, the wind started picking up and the sound of leaves ruffling together drowned out some of the bird's noise. Tord looked up the darker clouds that where traveling in fast.
"I have to get out of here." Tord mumbled to himself through a heavy Norwegian accent. He slowly lifted his body off the ground, Tord hissed in pain as a jagged piece of bark from the tree sliced through his palm. He looked at his now bleeding hand.
"Perfect." He growled at it, his fingers wiggled back in response. Tord looked around for something to help stop the bleeding. He opened the duffle but it had nothing for his hand all the bag contained was a few empty water bottles, a phone and it's charger, wrappers, a switch blade, a piece of paper folded two times over and a lighter. Spotting nothing he applied pressure to the new wound. Grumbling Tord started of down the path as the clouds drew nearer.

Tord licked his cracked and dry lips as he walked up to a rest stop. It was a small cracked  brick building with moss lightly covering some of the bricks and weaving between the cracks, paired with a falling apart shingle roof, a small part juts in creating a small shelter on the side closest to the dirt path. Inside this jut are two vending machines and a water fountain between them. Tord smiled slightly at the sight of the water fountain. He pressed the button on the side of the fountain and started taking huge gulps of water. Next he opened his duffle and pulled out the empty bottles and filled them up. After his drink and refill he walked around the small brick structure, finding nothing but a trashcan and charging port he returned to the vending machines. Tord narrowed his eyes at them, unable to buy anything from the machines. Tord shuffled over to the machines, he took off his ripped sweater and wrapped it around his robotic hand, as to not get shards in the joints, and punched through different parts of the glass a few times. He took his sweater off his hand then dusted off some shards before putting it back on. He unzipped the duffle and started tossing chips in his bag, carefully avoiding the now jagged glass of the vending machine. When he was satisfied with the loot he closed the bag keeping one of the bag of chips out. Tord carefully picked up a few pieces of glass and put them in his pocket, picking up the rest with the corner off his sweater, as to not leave prints, before tossing them in a nearby garbage can. Then opened the bag of chips and quickly ate them. As he finished the bag he dropped the bag in the trash before he continued walking.

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"Ugh." Tord groaned as he sat under a shady tree for a break, he pulled out some water and another bag of chips. As he ate and drank he thought about why he was kicked out of his own army, as Tord remembered he started to get angry, it all started because of his old roommates. They should of stayed out of his way, why oh why didn't they stay out longer. Tord wanted revenge, but how? He calmed down a bit and started brain storming idea's on how to take some action. He took another swig of his water as a thought popped into his head, what if he didn't? He was in a pretty sorry state right now, not really in a good position to fuck up their lives again, nor did he really want too. He had already destroyed their house and had literally backfired and blown up in his face once before. Was it wise to try again?

The Norwegian crunched on a chip as he thought out all the possible out comes if he did try to get his revenge. As the man who had led him to the control of his army had said, 'If your enemies are good enough they will find a way through your plan, if you don't fix it first.' Tord sat there for about an hour thinking of everything that might happen. Before long it started to get dark once more. He put his trash back in his duffel and continued to think as he walked. No scheme had seemed worth his little resources or minimal effort. So what about getting their help instead?   But its not like he knew their whereabouts anyways, and even if he did they probably wouldn't help him. Hell, they might even try to kill him if he showed up, if Tord was them and he showed up he probably wouldn't hesitate long to shoot either. Why would they help him? They have no reason to.

Tord's face dropped slightly and his pace slowed from a light jog to a leisurely stroll. He felt kind of bad for what he did. They were his friends at one point, and it wasnt like they didn't go on fun adventures together. Maybe he did miss them a little bit. Tord looked up at the sky, the moon looked bigger when it wasnt hiding behind clouds. He grabbed his phone from his duffle bag and checked its battery percentage, it was pretty low he needed an outlet soon. He turned it off completely and put it back in his duffel. A small path light appeared in the distance and Tord started to walk towards it.

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When he finally got up to where the path light was, he found a rest spot it was the similar as the other one Tord stopped at previously except it was better taken care off. It looked slightly newer because there was less moss growing on the brick walls of it. Tord explored the spot looking for an outlet, luckily there was one on the back side of the structure embedded in the brick like the previous one. He dug out his charger and plugged in his phone. He sat down next to the outlet, setting his phone down on his lap.

He decided to use this time to think some more, what else could he do? Tord closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the brick wall. He wondered if they were still even living in London. What if they moved far away, across the seas? He hadn't even gotten the chance to apologise to them yet, he was starting to feel moderately bad about that. He looked down at his phone it was now at a hundred percent, he unplugs his phone and charger and throws it back into his duffle.