Tomtord; When you see it you'll shit bricks

Chapter 12: к̵̓̚о̴̿͐н̶͂̓ч̶́͝и̶͗̐т̸̈́͝ь̸̊͂

Tord took a seat at the kitchen table. As soon as he did the thoughts of what happened in the basement left his mind. As did all the pictures of Apa on the walls. Other than the first, the one over the fireplace with a golden frame. Tord paid it no attention. He simply ate his farmhouse breakfast with the two men who raised him.
"Tord are you enjoying your breakfast?" Paul asked. Tord nodded. Picking at the food on his plate. Once he had finally finished he helped his parents clean up and take care of dishes. As he was about to go walk upstairs to the guest room, it was like tunnel vision. The portrait. The memories of the basement resurfaced. Paul and Patryck seemed to notice this as their tone is now much different. Tord could overhear them whispering to each other.
"What is it?" Tord regretfully asked.
"THE CHOSEN ONE HE'S THE CHOSEN ONE." Tord was in shock.
"Chosen one???" Tord asked.
"You. Apa will choose you." They spoke with confidence in every word.
"Wh-Why me?????"
"No one remembers that ritual. It was a rite of passage, Tord."  Tord seemed to understand what was going on now. Something deep inside of him understood. Paul and Patryck continued to bicker amongst themselves. Saying things like "It was my influence that did this." "No it was apa" "we should have done this sooner" etcetera. Tord didn't entirely know what was going one but there was still something in his gut telling him that this was his destiny. Tord wanted to go down this path now, he wanted to learn more about Joe Apa.
"How do I learn about the ape?"
They took him back down into the basement. Everything was the same as last time other than the fact that the unknown figure was gone. The three of them sat down in a circle before Paul pulled out a small cloth bag covered in an unknown powder. The powder was completely black with small green specks in it. Paul opened the bag and put some of the powder in his own hand. Then blew the powder into Tord's face. Tord completely blacked out. The next thing he knew is he was in his childhood bedroom again and his balls itched. He went to scratch them but it just made the scratch worse. Whenever he itched, it just made the itching feeling a million times worse. He ran into the bathroom and pulled down his pants to reveal a small neon blue patch on his right ball.
"HUH"
Tord was getting scared of what happened. The last thing he remembered was the powder, but how would that cause his ball to turn blue? He tried to ignore it. He also decided that despite his religious path, he was ready to head back home. He left the bathroom and went to pack up his things.
"Tord where are you going?"
Tord turned around to face his dad, Patryck.
"I think I should head back home." Tord replied
Patryck cocked his head (like a sad dog). Then said "Are you sure? We're not done with the initiation." Tord wanted to continue his journey in the studies of Apa but he didn't think now would be a good time. "I will come back again to continue my studies," Tord stated. "But I think I need to go back home to Tom." Patryck agreed and let his son leave. Paul and Patryck waved goodbye to Tord as he drove off in his 2005 honda civic.