Who Are You?

Questions

I was torn from my heavenly sleep by the muffled arguing from the hallway just outside my door. As I rose from my covers, sleepily rubbing my eyes as curiosity grew within me. Staggering out of bed, I threw on a f/c sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. I then wandered over to my front door and peered into the hallway. Before me there was a boiling Tom, a crying Edd, a distraught Matt, and a very, very pissed Tord. The Norwegian began to shout something but was immediately cut off by the black eyed blonde.
"NO! I am not letting you take Y/n away and getting her nearly killed like last time!" Tom spat, stomping towards Tord. I stood, speechless, in the frame of my door. No one had yet noticed me as the dirt blonde man thrust his finger into Tord's chest angrily,
"So you better get leaving, Commie! Or I'm gonna kill you for real this time." By now Edd was being comforted by Matt, who appeared to be flat out confused, yet worried. My gaze darted between the two arguing, landing on the horned brunette. Finally they all grew quiet, taking note of my unannounced presence.
"Y-y/n? Please don't listen to them- I would never want to get you killed." The Norwegian pleaded while Tom argues over him. I stayed silent, keeping a dead pan expression steady on my face as I looked among them. It was hard for me to register the situation so I simply said,
"I need to get ready for work."
And slammed the door closed. The arguing resumed but fizzled out moments later. Everything grew quiet as I stood silently, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. I shook my head and sighed. Only 15 minutes of getting ready for work passed when a quiet knock came on my door. As I approached the door hesitantly, I began to formulate theories in my head.
'Is he the reason why I ended up in a coma?'
'Did he really want me to die?'
'Was Tom telling the truth?'
'Maybe their hatred towards one another derived from that one day i still can't put together?'
I swung the door open to reveal the y'all Norwegian standing before me.
"Y/n, I can explain-"
I stared at him silently before muttering,
"I need to go to work."
So without a twinge of a emotion I snatched up my satchel and began making my way down the hall. Tord called out my name but I simply ignored his voice as I quickened my steps. Not a moment even passed before a began sprinting to work, my thoughts and memories whirring around in my head as I tried to put two and two together.
'Why do they hate you so Tord?'

'Why??'

My pace slowed to a halt as I looked over my shoulder. The Norwegian had indeed followed and he jogged up to me, grabbing me tightly by the shoulders. I tried to wriggle away but his grip kept me firmly in place.
"Y/n." He spoke, huffing lightly after running such a distance. I narrowed my eyes up at him,
"Who exactly are you?"
The unexpected question made Tord look taken aback. An uncharacteristically nervous laugh left his lips,
"What do you mean, I'm Tord!"
I shook my head and retorted,
"What are you hiding from me? There's something missing from my memory and it's a pretty big gap." I observed each and every scar on his face as his lips cracked open, trying to find the right words for a response. He lifted his cold, metallic hand and caressed day cheek lovingly.

"Smart one, aren't you?" He had a warm smile against his lips,
"Your wittiness is what has me falling for you in the beginning."
Though I didn't get a solid answer to my question, I could feel my cheeks flush. This garnered a smirk from Tord as he turned away and mumbled something into an earpiece. Moments later a black vehicle drove up to the curb, and the brunette had stepped towards it before turning to me with his bionic hand extended to me.

"If you wish to figure it out, you wouldn't hesitate to come with me." He said with that strange Norwegian accent of his. My eyes drifted a moment, looking to the two in the driver's and shot gun seats. It was those two who had chased me through the alleyways. After much disputing with myself, I gingerly placed my soft hand in his. Tord gave me his iconic smile before pulling me into the backseat of the blacked out vehicle. As I took my seat, Tord leaned forward to speak with the two men in front,
"Paul, Patryck, could you please drive without crashing this time?" They nodded and in seconds we were on the road, driving to god knows where.
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An hour later...
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Though my vision through the side windows was obscured by the heavy black tint, I could see through the front windshield that we were driving through an unkept gravel road. The road was in some sort of forest, one that I could not be able to pinpoint without a map. We passed through a security gate and the SUV came to a halt just inside a parking lot. The car doors unlocked, allowing me freedom to leave the car. I stepped from the vehicle and laid my state at the structure before me. We were in a circular court yard that had brought with it many memories into my head. Black and red banners with an M-shaped symbol were being brandish everywhere. The vehicles in the lots were all armored or militaristic in style. I turned to Tord, my vision blurring as my heart began to race against its usual pulse. This was once again too much for me to cram within my skull. I staggered back and fro, the brunette catching me in his strong arms as I lost consciousness. Everything went black again...
But maybe things would make more sense now?

(A/N: guess who's running low on ideas. If you have any suggestions for the moving forward of this story, feel free to comment. Right now I'm open to any ideas)