Finding

(16) Red Christmas [Part 3]

He was falling.

He was falling down the cliff and knew that if things continued as is with his descent, he was going to get injured. Nonetheless, Tord barely gave a fuck about that at that moment. But instead he worried about how the brunet was doing.

Was Tom still alive?

Or was he dead?

Tom was in his full human form when they were on top of that cliff and the sudden answer for his question that he was able to deduce was something he didn't liked.

So, closing his eye to gather his thoughts, he remembered about the new upgrade that he had done to his robotic arm and went for a reaching motion as a long cord of metallic wire sprung forth and attached itself to the top of cliff. Which easily enough, as his eye opened, the cord pulled him forward and back up the cliff to find himself surrounded by an army of people wearing red uniforms.

They were all wearing his army's uniform.

All of the people who were pointing their weapons at him belonged to the French branch of his army. While, Patryck and Paul were unconscious and tied up on the ground.

This was a betrayal.

It looks like France was finally saying it had enough and was going to rebel against him and the very notion of it made him laugh manically in pure utter disdain. "I see that your country is being quite rather ungrateful," Tord harshly commented after his laugh and observed how these greedy ambitious fools would take in his provocation.

"It's time for you to step down, Red Leader," Lieutenant General Francois remarked as he walked forward a bit and stared at Tom's bleeding body.

"And you think I would!? Just because Thomas Rodgewell died wouldn't mean I would step down from my position," Tord confidently declared as he swallowed down the bile that was rising in his throat as he disregarded the handsome Brit's death.

"Ah...You really are a callous man, Red Leader. For you to disregard your own lover's death as if it were nothing. Now that I remembered it, you and he were engaged and were supposed to be married sometime later next year, correct?" The annoying raven taunted as he came closer to Tom's body and gave it a kick.

Tord forced down his anger and impassively replied, "I don't find any reason to answer such questions, Francois. My relationship with Thomas has no connection to my position as the Empire's sole ruler and Emperor."

"Well...Since threatening you doesn't work. I guess that death is your only option now, Red Leader," the Lieutenant General cooed in a mocking manner before bending down to take hold of Tom's cold body.

Tord was hardly affected by the raven's threats but when the said bastard decided to take Tom in his arms; something in the Norwegian felt as if it wanted to let loose. "What are you going to do to Thomas?" He shouted as the said thing inside of him was boiling over with fury and making him feel as if something big was about to happen.

"Isn't obvious, Red Leader? His body has the key to the astounding monster serum you have made. It would be such a waste to leave such a nice specimen behind," Lieutenant General Francois explained as he turned himself around and walked back to his group.

"(1) Hommes, il est temps de tuer ce démon tyrannique.

(2) Pour le bien de notre pays. Pour le bien du monde.

(3) Les Français se lèveront et gouverneront le monde."

With those words from the raven-haired bastard, the waiting men were finally aiming their weapons to fire when a bright flash of red and blue light happened as the sound of an explosion was heard in the sudden mayhem.

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Tord didn't know how long he was out but with the sky so dark he basically knew that it was night time when he awoke. That being said, the scent of flames and burnt flesh hung heavily in the air

Gathering his bearings as much as he could, the Norwegian was surprised to find Tom's body in his arms as currents of red and blue lightning were protectively dancing around the both of their skins. What's more the ground that he was kneeling upon was covered in hard ice and there appeared to be squirming pillars of liquid that looked a lot like blood.

"Tord, are you okay?" Someone screamed which had the horned silvernette push the Brit's body protectively closer to him.

"Pat, shut up. It's obvious that Tord isn't okay," another voice commented which had the eye patched man unconsciously order the lightning to gather further around him and Tom for their protection.

"Fuck. Tord, its us. Paul and Patryck," the second voice shouted out in hopes of appeasement which fortunately enough saved the two worried men from getting blown up like the rest of the French branch.

"Paul, Pat?" Tord whispered in confusion as he tried to blink away this weird hazy feeling that was making him feel as if he was being submerged in icy arctic waters.

"Is Tom..." The Dane worriedly trailed off which had Tord snapping back at remembering his anger, "He's dead."

"Oh..." was the only thing that Patryck was able to supply before the silvernette was able to notice how the two differently colored lightning currents, blue and red, began to fuse. And not a few moments later, only the purple color remained.

Purple...

Tom would end up being a purple monster whenever he transformed and right now the said colored lightning was somehow reminding Tord of the deceased Brit.

So, biting the inside of his cheek until it bled, Tord forced himself to stand up and lift Tom's body. Staying in such a place for longer periods of time would be inadvisable. The French resistance might soon send reinforcements and Tord definitely knows that the three of them were unprepared.

"Pat, Paul, look for any vehicle we could use to travel back to Norway. Our people need to know about France's current rebellion and immediately deal with such a horrid transgression," Tord commanded as he felt the momentary need to be left alone with his dead lover.

"As you commanded," the two soldiers replied in unison with a salute and ran to the French base's hangar.

With him and Tom now alone, Tord was now openly starting to hate this blood-stained Christmas and despise how the snow and even Tom were covered by blood.

Everything was red.

Everything he cared for was now covered in red and Tord was not happy about it.

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Language Translations:

(1) Hommes, il est temps de tuer ce démon tyrannique. [French] - Men, it's time to kill this tyrannical demon.

(2) Pour le bien de notre pays. Pour le bien du monde. [French] - For the good of our country. For the good of the world

(3) Les Français se lèveront et gouverneront lemonde. [French] - The French will rise and rule the world.