Today i was going to get answers, whether Edd liked it or not. I was nearly kidnapped twice yesterday, and not to mention that person in the town square who was probably also searching for me. I knew the cola lover wouldn't come clean, so that morning i knocked lightly on Tom's door. He seemed like the only person who wouldn't hesitate telling me, but also a person that i could trust. The door swung open, revealing a rather annoyed Tom standing there. The blonde's grip never left the doorknob, like he was ready to slam it back shut at any given moment.
"What?" The man's black eyes stared me down, but softened a little after seeing it was me.
"I have a few questions, maybe you could answer them?" I peered at him hopefully. After a second of thought he stepped aside, letting me enter his apartment. I wandered inside, getting a good look at everything he had. A few posters hung about, his checkered bass leaned up against the edge of the couch. Besides that, his apartment was rather normal and undecorated. I allowed myself a seat on one of the sofa chairs while Tom took the couch, resting his bass on his lap like it was a cat.
"I want to talk about the..old house. It seemed in good condition, did you all move out or something?" I broke the silence with my first question. The blonde brit gazed blankly at me before averting his sight and speaking,
"Edd was too overwhelmed with the memories that place harbored, actually we were all pretty overwhelmed. So we decided to move somewhere new, where we could forget."
A piece of the puzzle snapped into place. I then perked up a little, yet my tone became timid,
"The house was destroyed, so you rebuilt it?"
Tom nodded in response, looking a little lost. Now everything began to make sense, but what was that explosion in the sky that i saw, just over the hill overlooking, their... our house?
"Why was it destroyed? or by who..?" I leaned forward, eager for answers but the man shook his head.
"That's for you to find out. I don't want to sound like i'm throwing around false accusations." He said simply, sinking into the couch and staring at the ceiling. 'damn,' i hit a dead end. I rose from the couch, bowing a little to while thanking him,
"well thank you for answering a few of my questions.." I spoke with a slight bit of cheer in my voice. Tom lead me to the door as i stepped out into the hallway,
"Glad to have you back, Y/N." For a moment i saw a faint smile, which i returned. Once we said our goodbyes i decided to take one more trip to that house again. Maybe some investigation will resurface the answers i need.
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Since with my minimum pay, i couldn't really afford to buy a car, i had to take the bus then walk the rest of the way. As i walked, i passed by a park and once again everything shifted into another hallucination. This time it was in third person, so i was watching myself and the others talk. There were the two strange men from the cafe, and the other was much like the man from the square. He was leading me along, his hand wrapped around my wrist.
"Patryk? Paul?" My past self asked before i was once again yanked from the memory. Everything flickered back into place and i was left standing silently on the sidewalk, my mouth slightly open in shock. Now i knew there names. These people, maybe they meant no harm? I shook off my daze and moved along, reaching the old house in around five minutes. The lot was still vacant, but there was one thing i hadn't noticed the other day. Next to the house was a wreck of another house. I stepped forward and touched the ash and burnt wood just to check that this wasn't another hallucination. It wasn't, it was too real. I pulled back smothering some ash between my finger tips. There was something else, a block of marble jutting from the a small clearing. Almost instantly i knew what i was. It was a grave stone. Hesitantly i trudged up to the stone, reading the letters engraved, 'Jon.' My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as i gazed down at the simple grave. I turned back on my heel and decided to take a look at the hill overlooking the modest little street. It didn't take me long clambering up to the very top. It was indeed a nice view, breath taking even if it weren't for the history this place as seen. As i took a step forward, something prodded through the sole of my shoe. I yelped and bounced back, peering into the grass to see what i'd coincidentally stepped on. From the weeds i picked out a jagged piece of red painted metal. I lifted it to the sun, twisting and turning it to see the light reflect off the exposed metal. It wasn't the only piece to be found, however. There were many more bits of shrapnel of sizes ranging from a pebble to a baseball.
"Huh." i huffed and retreated to the street, watching as an ominous, plain black van trundled past and stopped maybe twenty meters away. 'definitely not suspicious,' i pondered to myself, trying to keep a low profile. All i knew is that people were after me, whether i knew them or not, i don't want to be kidnapped. I hung around the empty house a little longer, waiting and hoping that they'd finally leave. For ten minutes i paced back and fro, thrusting the scrap of metal into my pocket. Still, no one left or entered the van. I decided to come a little closer to investigate. It also had blacked out windows, no licence plate, not even any friendly stickers to indicate it was nothing fishy. However the stench of something being 'off' filled the air as i approached the van. When i was three yards away, soldiers dressed in a black over coats and a blue sweater peaking from under that sprang from the back of the car and surrounded me. Their uniforms reminded me of those men by the names of 'patryk and paul' wore. As swiftly as a tide, five soldiers surrounded me on all sides, rifles raised.
"GET ON THE GROUND!!" One of them hollered. I began to shake as i got on the asphalt. One pressed me against the hard ground with their foot and pulled my arms behind my back. I heard a satisfying click as something cold wrapped around my wrists. The heaved me back up onto my feet and dragged me into the back of that black van as i tried to scream and kick for help.
"Get the chloroform, we don't want her getting away that easily." A man's gruff voice grumbled. Once i was inside, still straining to get away. A cloth was pressed against my mouth and nose. My eyes began to roll back into my head as i fought against the darkness, trying to tear away from them. My attempts were still futile as in a matter of minutes i was unconscious, sedated by artificial sleep.
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Tord's POV
One moment was absolute silence before it was abruptly disturbed by a seemingly frantic knock on the door. I huffed as i set my pen down, next to the documents i was reviewing.
"Come in." My Norwegian accent rang out as a twinge of hope filled my soul. 'Maybe they finally found Y/N-' My happiness was cut short when the messenger entered, out of breath and distressed.
"b-bad news, S-sir." They staggered, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. I noticed their fear being in my presence, nearly making me grin, but i kept my expression composed and neutral. I laced my fingers together, resting my chin atop them.
"What is it?"
"The-The Blue army..they've got F/N L/N.."
"WHAT?!" I rose, adopting an annoyed and infuriated look. I slammed my palms against my desk causing the messenger to step back timidly.
"Tell the Red Team to prepare, NOW!" I growled. All my plans were flaunted by this pesky blue army, always getting in my way.
"y-Yes sir!" And the messenger slinked off willingly.
"I'll get you back Y/N..."
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Fanfiction||Sequel to "all for YOU (Tord X Reader)"|| The checkup lasted to me like forever but finally was sent back home with a peculiar prescription. I don't remember what the man said it was for, i was too exhausted to care. This day wasn't much like the...
