It had been three years since the giant robot accident. That event left a great mark on everyone present that day.
Edward, Matthew, and Thomas had lost a lifelong friend.
- All because Tord had his head eaten since he was little.
Mark and Eduardo witnessed their friend's death. They saw how a missile was fired at their house.
- He didn't think what he
was doing at the time. He just wanted to make his father proud !
The Norwegian left with his giant robot to fulfill his mission.
- He lost an arm, the sight of an eye and his reasoning ability!
Tord shot up from the bed. He was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, as he tried to calm himself and lower his heart rate where he was. He looked around in confusion, although after a few minutes he realized he was on a ' safe ' place. The room was a maroon color, with a parquet floor and a fluffy white carpet on the wood surface made the place a bit more welcoming. After realising where he was, he growled and tried to stand by himself, miserably failing. He sunk into the comfortable bed, laying himself until his back was on top of the sheets. He was now facing the cold and white ceiling. Trying to feel more at ease than he already was to, the leader rolls over himself to now be facing down the bed. His left cheek was now on the soft fabric that he used to cover himself if he was cold, staring with an emotionless look at the robotic arm he got by the incident. He hated them. He wanted to make them suffer for what they did to him, but yet he wouldn't dare to hurt them again.
Yes, opposite feelings. But the little norski doesn't want to kill them. Although, Thomas would kill him if he had the chance. He wouldn't let pass that opportunity.
Tord started to imagine the possible kind of deaths and tortures that might the future await for him. This made his body feel heavier and heavier while the time passed by, causing a wave of regret and guilt to wash over him to drown him and finally let him die. How was possible that all those feelings could pull down a man's sanity ? Easy:
Tord had long been aware of all the damage he had done. He was slowly falling into a hole that he saw no end. Anyways, he wasn't trying to fight it. He seemed to accept it. Like he was just letting it happen without any worry of what might come with it.
He just wanted to already end it. To end all of him. But couldn't pull the trigger to shoot himself. No.
He was too afraid of death. He has been through hell once and he didn't wanted to go through all the same pain again.
But he still needed to do something to relieve all the bad feelings he had inside.
What's right? What's wrong?
He couldn't see the difference between them anymore.
-Somebody, please. End me.
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