No Fear

Chapter Forty-Five

Third Person Pov:

Tord gathers up all the soldiers immediately once he reaches the base, of course all the soldiers are in a confused panic since their old leader is back and in a rage that they don't know where from.

As commanded, all the soldiers gather up in the courtyard and in front of the podium Tord put down just for this moment, everyone's talking about how their Red Leader must've been resurrected even though it's realistically impossible.

"WHO EVER TALKS WILL BE SHOT DEAD!" Tord yells into the microphone that's connected to the many speakers that were also set up as he loudly loads his shotgun. "And just so everyone knows I'm serious," Tord shoots a random soldier that was in the front of the crowd's head even though he was completely silent. Everyone shuts up when Tord shoots the man and shouts, "I'm not fucking joking around!"

Paul then arrives at the base in a taxi only to hear Tord screaming at everyone in the army, he hits himself in the head and shouts, "I'm so fucking stupid! Why didn't I think that he might have a negative reaction?!" Paul then begins to run the mile to make it to Tord.

"I have been gone far too long and my death must be avenged! I will destroy the Rebellion base once and for all and the man who killed me will receive what he deserves! Now fight with me comrades! They might be infected and armed, but that will NOT stop us from getting the victory we all deserve!" Tord shouts and the soldiers shout excited screams and words, Tord devilishly smirks from the thrill of power flowing through his veins. "Arm yourselves comrades! We all head out this instant! We will rise to the top today and we will NEVER come down!"

As the large crowd rages, Tord turns and steps off the podium. Tord walks into the base with a evil grin as everyone else runs into the armory and garages to prepare for battle. Tord walks into his office and closes the door behind him, walking over to his desk and sliding his finger pads across the wood to get a good feel of the surface.

Tord sits down on his desk chair with a expressionless look on his face as he opens up his bottom drawer, he pulls out a special gun that once belonged to Tom. He slowly loads the gun with bullets as he prepares himself for either instant death.. or victory.

Tord knows Tom is stronger than him, he's known it from the start. But the fire inside his body won't go out unless the man who killed him for so long is dead by his hands, he will use one of Tom's own guns against him to show he isn't afraid of killing his old lover anymore.

Then once he's done with Tom, he will kill General Winston and all of the generals that agreed to the idea of ripping his memory away from him when they had the chance... His office door bursts open and a panting Paul appears, Tord slowly raises his eyes toward him with a glare.

"Red Leader," Paul says as his breathing calms down, he gains a serious look.

"Paul," Tord says as he narrows his eyes, his annoyance hidden behind a faint glare.

There's a short silence until Paul says, "So it's really you."

"All thanks to you, I am here and I'm ready to carry out my revenge. I know you like Tom, you've been friends since when we drafted him a year and a half ago. But I must destroy him like he did to me," Tord looks back down at the gun in his hand, something deep inside him makes him feel happy holding this gun.. what could it be?

"But Sir," Paul says, he knows deep inside Tord still cares for the Rebellion leader, he can feel it in his gut. "you must still care for him-"