The Traitor and The Communist

Movie Night

Song- Life has been good to me (remastered version) By: Randy Newman

Tord peered around the doorframe of Edd's kitchen, watching as Tom, Matt and Edd chatted on Edd's couch, Matt had the Telly's remote and was channel surfing. He looked down at the different coloured bowls containing buttered popcorn in his hands before sighing.

They continued talking as Tord walked over he handed them each a bowl of popcorn, keeping the final one for himself. Tord sat down in between Tom and Matt, Edd sitting to Matt's right. Matt flips past a few news channels all talking about new similar kidnappings. A insane zombie pirate from hell rerun pops up on screen and Matt stops for a moment, before setting the remote down on Edd's coffee table, a recent addition sense Tord had been in his apartment last.

Tord chews on the inside of his cheek as he runs his finger along the outside of his bowl, making small shapes.

Tom leans forward some, almost spilling some of his popcorn, before calling out a prediction about one of the characters,
"Evil! It's always the smart, nice one." He explains, pointing to a character on the screen, who was currently helping the main cast get food protected by zombies with swords and pirate hats. He snorts as the character steals a sword from a zombie and pushes it over, then began to chase the main cast.
"Called it." He mutters, with a dramatic small fist pump with his free hand. Tord smirked and rolled his eyes at the action.

A thunk noise came from Edd as he slammed his hand down on the armrest, making an already movie invested Matt, jump.
"Damn it, alright, uh." Edd looks over the screen studying the characters, "Ah! Those two will get together before the movie's over." Tom grunts in disapproval, he shakes his head,
"No, no. Those two will." Tom puts extra emphasis on the word, those. As he points to two characters fighting zombie pirates in the background back to back.

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This went on throughout the movie, everyone butting in with their predictions. It was mostly Tom and Edd, though Tord would occasionally throw in an obvious prediction. Once even Matt made an odd observation that turned out to be right.

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"Ugh, idiots! That's instant death in a box." Tord growls at the tv, then shoved a handful of room temperature popcorn in his mouth. Two of the main characters slinked into a coat closet to escape a horde. They sigh in relief, one of them pulls a metal chain, turning on a hanging lightbulb illuminating the small cupboard. Revealing ugly coats, and a zombie pirate, who smiles when they slowly turn to face it. The main characters scream and run out of the closet.

Tord grumbles and eats more popcorn. His hand pauses mid bite as his eyes linger on a background zombie pirate. A piece of popcorn slips through his robotic fingers back into the bowl in his lap. He swallows the spit in his mouth and stuffs the rest of the popcorn in his mouth quickly, as the extra disappears off screen about as quickly as it appeared.

The popcorn rattles in the bowl as Tord shifts in his seat, now more interested in Edd's entertainment stand. Tord chews on the inside of his cheek, he thinks he knows that kid, he remembers seeing a similar face from the red army.

Oh god. He's seen that kid, talked to him, and given him orders. Watched him when he, oh fuck the blood, just everywhere.

"Excuse me." Tord mutters to the trio, his stomach lurched at the memory. The bowl of popcorn was half hazardly tossed on the couch, not hard enough to spill but not nicely placed either. Tord speed walks out of the room and dashes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him with a click. He wasn't going to be sick, but the face brought unpleasant memories with it. Dr.Florence's words bounce around in Tord's head,
"Post recovery situation." Next were Adam's,
"Two months! What are you even going to do once your time is up?"

What was he going to do next? Tord thought once more, he couldn't go back to the army that kid was proof enough of that. He didn't have any money, so he couldn't get a place to live. Living in the park wasn't an ideal option either.

Tord slid down the door, resting his head in his lap. He liked living with Tom, and hanging out with him, Matt, and Edd again, but he couldn't keep mooching off of them all. The movie's noises sounded muffled through the walls, Tord sighed and looked up, he stared at the sinks's cupboard. Tord's eyes went wide as a thought wormed its way into his brain.

'Do they even want to stay my friends?'

His eyes shot back down to the tiles on the floor of the bathroom, Tord ran a hand through his hair, wincing as some of it got caught in the robotic joints, and at another look at that kids face, just covered in red. He pulled out the hair from the joints as he continued thinking. They all were always so nice, so it wasn't that far of a stretch to him. Tord was such a dick to them before, he dropped in on them unexpectedly and he basically forced them to take care of him.

Tord sighed and scratched the back of his neck with his right hand. He would make it up to them, he'd have too. Even so, that wouldn't stop them from going straight back to not interacting with him as soon as they didn't have to anymore. Tord shook his head and swallowed the air in his mouth.

The wooden door creaked as Tord leaned on it with his good arm to stand back up.

He dragged his heels as he walked to the sink. Tord stared at the now running water of the faucet, he ran his hand through it and watched the water flow around his hand. With cupped hands he grabbed some water and leaned over the sink, then tossed it up at his face. He did this a few times before rubbing his eyes. Tord dries his face with the shirt underneath his sweater. He looks in the mirror, with a slight adjustment to his hair, he uses some of the water to make the spikes slightly more prominent. Tord turns the water off before he turns to leave.

Tom watches Tord from the corner of his eye. He quietly walks back over to the couch, as he sits down he sets his almost empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and pushes it away from himself.
"What did I miss?"