Tord X Tom

Chapter Three

Tord kept walking for another 10 miles more until he heard a car, he flagged them down, "How's it going?" The driver nodded, "Pretty good, man." he asked him, "Where you headed?"

"On up in Canada. I can take you to the border." The man smiled. Tord nodded, " That'd be great." The man grinned, "All right, bud, jump on in." he opened the passenger door, putting my bag in the back and buckling in as he shut the door, rubbing his hands together, "It's freezing. My God, it's cold." He looked over at me, "Must've been freezing out there, boy." Tord nodded, "Yeah."

"It's colder than a witch's titty with a brass bra on doing push ups in the snow." The man chuckled as he drove. "So you drive?" he asked me out of the blue. Tord nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"Alright man, great. We'll switch up in a bit." He said. They heard sirens behind them, "You ever been to jail?" The man asked Tord. "No, I've never been to jail." he replied. "I'll tell you what, buddy... it's a whole lot damn worse than war. It's probably worse than anywhere you been." The man said grabbing something. Tord looked behind us, "I doubt that. Are you kidding me? What's he pulling us over for?"

The man scoffed, "Recreation."

"Tom and Rachel are the only things you know for certain about that day?" The judge asked him

"Yes."

"Are you aware that we have no last name, no place of residence... and no record of any physical presence for these friends of yours...? I'm afraid I might have to actually

hear that answer, Mr. Larrson." The judge said.

"Yes." An officer spoke, "Officer Martin had been shot three times. He was long dead by the time we got there."

The state defence attorney said, "Tord Larrson could be blocking the incident. It would explain his well-conceived plan about the little boy and his mother."

The defence attorney shouted, "Objection! I have heard of Gulf War syndrome. War is just a CNN special. Half the shit that went on in Operation Desert Storm... can't be tidied into a top-of-the-hour headline. Couldn't be said neatly, so couldn't be said at all."

Tord whispered, "There was someone else."

"War's ugly. And they don't put ugly on TV. My client thinks he already died once."

"I don't really remember all of it..." He whispered again.

"He doesn't know what's going on." Tord's attorney said.

"...but there was someone else. I think that's what happened." He mumbled quietly.

"If Larrson did kill that officer... Can't hold a man responsible for a damaged mind." The attorney said. The foreman of the Jury stood up, "We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty by reason of insanity."

The judge announce, "Tord Larrson, I hereby sentence you to be committed... to an institution for the criminally insane... where I hope the doctors and proper treatment can help you."

They got to Woodland Pike, "Come on, bud. Come on." Tord was put in a room, sitting there thinking about what happened. The door opened, revealing an officer with a nurse. The officer threw clothes at him, he changed into them, surprisingly they were quite comfortable. He was in that unit for 3 weeks until he got abducted by the nurse before and a helper, Tord had tape put over his mouth and something put into my bloodstream that weakened him. He was brought downstairs and laid on a table, they put him in a straitjacket, "Mhm?" They flipped him over and the doctor, Dr. Banner, took the tape off, he spoke weakly, "What are you doing?"

"Get him up." Dr. Banner snapped at his assistants.

"Please believe... What are you doing? I don't belong here. I don't belong here." Tord spoke a little faster, scared, adrenaline racing in his blood. Banner smirked, "No, I don't think you do either. But neither of us can do anything about that now." They put him in a morgue drawer and closed the door, locking it, "Please. Let me out of here. Let me out of here. Please."

"How much did you give him?" Banner asked.

"Fifty CC's." Ryans replied.

"And he's been in for the full three hours?" Banner questioned. Ryans nodded, "Yes, sir." Banner sighed, "Okay, get him out." They opened the door and pulled him out, "Mr. Larsson, can you hear me? Tord, blink for me if you can." Tord did what he asked him and blinked, Dr. Ryans sounded confused, "He didn't lose consciousness. Do you wanna put him back in?"

"No, take him out of it. Take him upstairs and check his vitals every hour."

Tord was watching T.V, watching the news, "Now that's, I think, the context in which to view what's going on. Perhaps you may have seen a lead story in The New York Times."