《Unknown Love ~{discontinued}~》Chapter 6
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"Please think about this, Red Leader! I want to save my country!" The president of America pleaded. "Just like every other country... I'm sorry but I don't like your offer. Have a nice day." I waved and clicked the end call button before I could hear another word from that annoying man. Tomi was next to me taking notes. I leaned back in my chair and groaned. "I don't ever want to hear that mans voice ever again!" I complained. Tomi giggled. He started giggling again, heh its cute.
Just ignore what I said! I sighed. I can't be bothered with anything at the moment. Tomi stopped giggling. He didn't say anything. I turned around to see a blank expression on Thomas face. What's happening?
After about five minutes. His head shook. "Umm.. where am I?" Tom asked, confusion spread across his face. "Well, I just had a meeting with the president of America. Tomi took notes for me. Oh ya! And now your my assistant!" I chirped. Tom mouth opened in shock. "What! Hell no! I am not gonna be some stupid errand boy!" I could tell he was mad. "Well your stuck with it. Now shut up! It was the only way to get Edd and Matt to join. They made me promise to keep you safe and let you... ugh... have Smirnoff." I explained. "Can I see them..?" Tom mumbled. "Ya sure... there at the weapons lab." I directed him. Tom then ran off and out my office. I leaned against my desk and started doing paperwork.
I ran through the halls. Desperate to find the weapons lab. I wanted to see my friends.. no BEST friends or even brothers! I missed them so much. I still can't believe we have to work for Tord. But they are safe! Thats all that matters to me right now.
I came across a door labeled 'weapons lab'. I knocked on the door. I walked in to see a lot of weapon designs. "Tom!" I heard Edd yell. I look over to see him by and green counter top and white walls underneath, bench with Matt. The bench was covered with materials. "Edd! Matt! I've missed you two!" I ran towards them and hugged them tightly.
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We talked for hours and hours. Edd made some puns. Matt had a small mirror in his pocket so he could see his 'beautiful face'. It was like before. Before Tord came to take us away. Before he came back only to get his robot and stab us in the back. I've missed this so much!
Tord soon walked in with Smirnoff and coke. "Hey guys. Here is what you wanted." He passed me two Smirnoff bottles and Edd a six pack of cola. I look over to see Edd is already on his second, almost on his third. Heh, just like old times. I held the Smirnoff bottles. I'll wait til later. Don't want to get drunk around here. "Thanks..." I mumble to Tord. Tord obviously heard because he had a big grin on his face.
Dammit Tomi! "Umm no... we hate each other Tomi. Thought you knew this!" I mumbled. Thinking I said it in my head. Edd looked over to me. "Everything okay Tom?" He asked with worry in his voice. I look up. "Umm.. Yes! I'm fine..." I lied.
I hated being here.
I hated being a monster.
I hate my friends being in danger.
I hate Tord!
I hate everything about this place!
"Well it's time to get to bed. Come one Thomas." Tord signalled me to follow him. I sighed and Followed Tord, giving my friends one last hug before I go.
As we walk down the halls to my room. I was having an argument in my head with Tomi. And you'll never guess what it's about. Tord. He fucking loved him. I fucking hate him. See the difference? Tord broke the silent in the real world between us. "So Tom... why haven't you drank the bottles of Smirnoff yet?" I shook my head slightly, getting out of my thoughts. "Well uhh.. I didn't want to get drunk... in this place anyways.." I looked towards my feet. "Ah.. I understand. If you want to get drunk. I'll watch you to make sure you don't do something stupid...?" I thought about this... soon enough I agreed.
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We walked into my room. Tord closing the door behind us. I took off my boots and changed into a grey shirt and sweatpants. In the bathroom of course. I sat cross legged on my bed. Tord just took of his blue coat and placed it on the floor. His red hoodie showing. He sat at the end of my bed. I placed a bottle on the bed side table. I opened my other bottle and took a swig of it. Feeling the burning sensation in the back of my throat.
I watched as Tom drank the first bottle in seconds. "Heyyyyy Toorrddd..." he slurred his words a bit. Yep he's drunk. "*hic* why dooooo you *hic* want meeee *hic* to work for yoouuuu?" This time when he spoke he slurred his words again but also hiccuped a bit. "Hmm.. To put another serum in you.. to get Tomi awake more so you could be in war just in case reasons. But I've changed my mind..." I trailed off a bit. Hoping for no more questions. I didn't really want to answer when he's in this state. "Oohhh ookkaay! *hic* can I tell *hic* ya soomthinngg?" "Heh.. ya sure Tom." "Tomi loves yoooouu... *hic* he told me so... *hic* he saaaays yooouur cuteee *hic* wiiiithhh devil horns. *hic* Yooouurr accenttt is aaaddorrable!! *hic* and I think so tooo..." shit. He likes me and so does his monster. I think it's just because of his drunken state. I thought of something. Something would never do when not drunk. "Hey Tom?" He hummed in response. "Could you sing for me? I've never heard you sing before. I would like to hear you." I actually would like to hear him sing again. I've heard him before but that was only once and I got caught. "Heh.. sureee....
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see are all are made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail are the worst of all
And the bloods run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's no where we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When my you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
When the curtains call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made
Don't want let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth..."
Tom had stopped singing. I looked over and saw he had fallen asleep. I smiled at how cute he looked. I mentally slapped myself for thinking that! I pulled the covers over him. I pick up my coat from the floor and put it on. I walk out Toms room and head towards my office to finish off some paperwork. Toms beautiful voice echoing in my head.
❤️💙💚💜
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