Growing up Tord always tried to make Tom cower in fear, but Tom was never afraid of Tord to even show a response to his attempts to scare him.
It started when they were only children.. Tom was rather innocent when they were kids, so whenever Tord tr...
I wake up to a loud bell like sound, I groan and sit up with my eyes still shut. What the hell is that? Are we under attack aga- wait a minute...
I rub my eyes to help them wake up and open up, I then look around. This isn't my room... It's a room with a bunch of bunk beds that are neatly made, where the fuck am I?
"What the fuck?..." I mutter and scratch my head. "Where the hell am I?"
"You're in the soldier sleeping quarters," I hear come from the door, I look to see a dark figure in the doorway, the light behind them and the dark in here make them look like a shadow.
"Who the fuck are you?" I ask with a growl.
"I'm surprised that's your first question," I just glare from that comment. "Wouldn't you like to know how you got here first? Like everyone else that wakes up in a unknown area would like to know?" I'm guessing they're a man since their voice is more masculine and their figure isn't very curvy.
"What I've learned in training, is the best question to ask first in a unknown area is who the enemy is and if they're dangerous, locations come next since the enemy will be most likely not be exact of the location." I pull the white blankets off me and get out of the bed quickly, ready to attack if the man in the doorway comes at me. "Now answer my question."
The stranger sighs and turns the lights on, I hiss and cover my eyes since it's so fucking bright. I manage to open my eyes to see the man. He has brown hair, large black eyebrows, and a bent cigarette hanging from his mouth.
When I see his outfit my eyes widen, that outfit... I'm in the Red Army base! Now I fucking remember! That damn Commie took advantage of me and I probably passed out from the stimulation, then he must've taken me hostage!!
The man walks toward me and I get into fighting position, I expect him to throw a punch, but he only holds out a hand and says, "I'm Paul, I'm assuming you're Blue Leader."
I loosen my posture into a normal standing position and simply take his hand, I shake it and say, "Um.. Yeah, that's me... It's nice to meet you.. I guess."
We awkwardly pull our hands away and Paul says, "I'm Red Leaders second in command, basically Red Leader drafted you into his army." My expression immediately changes from normal to anger.
"That fucking Commie!" I yell in anger and punch a deep hole in the wall, Paul gets a surprised expression from this. "Cheats at our fight then kidnaps me! Making me his fucking pon to fight against my own kind!"
"It could be worse,"
I turn toward him and angrily ask, "How could it possibly be worse than this?!"
"You could be being tortured like all the other Rebels we capture. Trust me, it's much worse." Paul shrugs. "Besides, if you train hard enough and be noticed by Red Leader, then you could be become something much more powerful than a foot soldier."
That last part catches my attention, maybe if I prove myself a hard worker and raise myself up the ranks, then I could get access to important files and maybe even get in contact with Edd and Matt to share the Red Army location...
I smile with evil intent as I say, "Fine, I'll play Red Leaders little game. I'm already a master at the arts of fighting, so none of this will be hard."
"I must warn you Blue Leader, the trainers here are pretty harsh toward the soldiers, it won't be as easy as in the Rebellion-"
"Do you actually think I learned how to fight from a Rebel?" I chuckle and Paul looks at me in confusion. "I learned from several harsh trainers, from hardcore gun teachers in Russia to martial arts training in Tokyo, I'll be fine."
"Well okay, but Red Leader told me to let you sleep in so you're energized enough for me to show you around. Our base is very big, so I hope you like exercise," Paul turns toward the door and begins to walk out it. "Come on, our first stop is to get you your soldier outfit."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," I begin to follow Paul out the door with a annoyed expression.
After a long walk of utter silence, we arrive at the "Fitting Station" where they take your measurements and make a soldier suit, but Paul said Red Leader gave me permission to make as many custom adjustments to my suit as I want.
Well since I have to take this seriously, I'll be a good little soldier for the Red Leader. That means, completely changing my appearance.
The workers at the station take my measurements, then I request a very specific outfit, which they actually manage to figure out without a drawing.
It only takes about a half an hour until they're finished, they must be working their asses off everyday to get clothes soon as possible for soldiers. They're very skilled and I wish they wouldn't have to use their amazing talent on a communist army.
I walk out with the outfit on and a confident smile on my face. Even though I hate the fact that I've been drafted into a communist army run by my enemy, the workers still know how to make a outfit fit.
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Paul doesn't say anything, but you can tell he likes the outfit. I walk up to him and ask him, "So, what's next?"
Paul sighs and pulls out a long list, jeez we have to visit quite a few places huh? He looks down at it, then looks up at me and says, "Well before anything else, Red Leader would like to see you in private. He says he has to explain the "Rules" to you in person or the rules won't "stick"."
"What are the rules?"
"Well that's not my job to tell you, usually every soldier hears the rules the first day, but everyone else is usually in a group, you've got the "Privilege" to see him in private,"
"I'm not sure if those quotations in your dialogue are to point out the words more or if I'm in danger,"
