(Tord's POV)
I trailed through the streets, as always. I was starving, and I was really hungry but I know that if I try to eat... no it won't work...
I was lost in deep thought. The rain poked me multiple times. I like the sound of the rain. I smiled under my hood. One part of my hood covered half of my face since people will point and the other part didn't cover it. My wings were also hidden, always wrapped around my body under my hoodie.
I felt more comfortable in public that way. A hoodie can hide so much.
Through some of the windows of some restaurants, I saw some people laughing and eating. I wish I still had old friends... and my family. But I was too weak to stay. Not eating made me even weaker. I don't know why, but I heard footsteps behind me. I couldn't tell if it's just one person or more. I thought about my memories with my friends. I sighed. I heard laughing people behind me. I slowly turned halfway. I could already see it was more than one and they were very close.
My heartbeat increased and I immediately knew what to do. I took a big step ahead, but I was already pulled back by my hood.
'You weak son of a bitch, Tord. Why did you just give in?! Like the possessed?! Your always so weak!'
They pulled me back forcefully and I was shoved into an alleyway quickly.
I didn't except the sudden movement so I almost stumbled back. The alleyway was dark and I was looking down. I looked up to see Eduardo and Mark. They looked so angry that their glares felt piercing.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Eduardo screamed, taking my hood and pinning me against the wall. He had a right grip, I couldnt breath and I started coughing.
"I-im sorry, please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face as I tried to escape his grip. I tried to squirm and kick free but nothing worked. Chills ran down my back and I was trembling.
"DO YOU THINK WE WILL JUST FORGIVE YOU?! YOU KILLED JON!" Mark yelled. I felt guilty and pathetic.
"THAT WASNT ME! I WAS POSSSESSED BY MY DEMON I-IM SORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING I DESERVE THIS BUT PLEADE JUST LET ME GO TODAY!" I screamed, sobbing.
"I DONT CARE, HE WAS A GOOD PERSON! UNLIKE YOU!" Mark yelled. I felt like the walls were closing in as Edaurdo lifted his fist. I wish I could fly out of here. "NO, PLEASE!" I begged, crying even more.
I was blocked out though, my eyes widened as he punched me in the face. I sobbed and covered my face, my eyes became blurry.
I felt more and more pain traveling over my body as I was laying on my side, crying as they kicked and punched me. They made bruises on me and even made me cough out some blood. All I felt was blood and tears.
"PATHETIC!" Eduardo screamed and kicked me. I stopped crying, when he kicked me I just winced a little.
I stayed there on my side, hiding my face with my hands as I just stood there as if I was used to this. I was already bruised all over, my eyes dry from crying and heavy lidded. It feels like I feel pain and sadness everyday.
"Weak!" Mark yelled as he kicked my stomach. I tasted more blood onto my tongue but I didn't scream or cry.
"Your worthless!" Eduardo spat and kicked my side. This time he kicked myself hard, I coughed out a little blood. They kicked me some more and walked away saying I deserve it. I heard voices nearby. 'Oh fuck no..'
I looked through the cracks of my hands.
I sobbed loudly, curling into a ball.
"Guys I think I hear someone!" I heard a British male call out.
"I do too..it doesn't sound like good news", anoathor said.
My heart was as heavy as my eyes and everything went black.. just falling into endless darkness.
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✨I Will Fly Us Out Of Here✨ TomTord AU
Non-Fiction(Look I know my stories are awful and dead, the art I did is bad even though I took 2 hours on it, and the title is plain but I didn't have any ideas. I'll do my best..) After The End, Tord was kicked out of the army and he was miserably homeless...
