The New kid

Drunkenly Drunk (p.s drunk)

"Sir," Hagan saultues.

"You traitor!" I freely yelled at him, my voice started to slur and slip. "You pei-*hic*-piece o-of shit! I knew something w-wasss up! You were the person who *hic* let the b-black army in!"

"Is that all you remember him from?"

The general moves to stand behind me and runs his hands down my neck and my shoulders, my eyes go wide as the dots connect. "Y-Y-You ... y-y-y-ou w-were. . ." My breath hitched as his familiar hands touched my skin. That night ... t-that .. that night he was.. he was the man who.. I-I-I I I can't breathe I can't--

Tord stood up, "Enough! Stop this at once!"

The black leader holds up his hand and Hagan walks away, I start to hyperventilate and cry. "Now look what you've done to the little fiend, it seems its poor feelings are hurt."

"What the hell do you want?" Tord curses.

"I want you to realize your place. You are in MY army. You might have been put in the position as the Red Army's Leader but you are nothing but a soft child. You have no place to be leading. Yet here you are. If you're stupid enough to come against me because of some "friend", what will you do for her? Hm? Rest assured if you ever try to leave, I won't kill you, no no, that is no fun. But, next time the video you see will be real. And we'll have two victims. I will give the two of you time to shape up and find ways to serve this army and prove your worth. The fiend will serve as a weapon to this army, if you cannot get it under control for that, I have no use for you and I'll lead your army alone. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," Tord bowed.

"Good, in the meantime I cannot let your rash acts go unpunished. Follow Hagan downstairs. The next time we meet I expect perfection. Won't you escort me?" He looks to Natasha who bows and then follows him. The clamps lift off my hands. I take deep breaths as Tord comes up to me, I wipe the blood on my face and ignore him, he sees my legs trembling and pulls my arm over his shoulder.

"I-I'm *hic* FINE!" I yell at him. I push him off of me and drunkenly follow a man in black, I can't remember what I'm doing or where I'm going. Actually, where am I even? Where is Tamra? I don't want her seeing me so drunk I have to set a good example. I rub my head and see Tord behind me, he looks stressed and worried. "Tooorddd," I laugh, "When did you g-get *hic* heree?"

His wide eyes look at me, "Are you being serious?" He questions. 

"Serioussss? Hehehe, your tooouu s-ser-siri-wait whats the word?" I think hard then give up. I look around and the dark stairs ahead, "Where are we going tordle? C-Can I *hic* have a-another drinkkyy" I chime.

He scans me confused and mumbles, "What the hell did he give you? You get drunk after 12 bottles you only had one-" 

"Shut up!" The man in front of me grumbles.

"YOU SHUT U-MHMPMM!" Tordle covers my mouth, I lick his hand to get it off and of course, it works. He cries out in disgust.

"Did you just-?!"

A group of people surrounded us and held us down, they weren't very nice and I asked them to go away but for some reason, they didn't seem to listen. People are so rude today. "Tordleeeeeeee wheree are youu *hic*." The next thing I knew my hands were chained above me and I was in a really dark room. "Heyy" I grumpily complain, "Who t-turned off the *hic* lights?" I stared at the chain, "Hey ToRdLe! Do you think I could swing from this?" I gasp thinking about swinging. I lift up my legs and stare in amazement at it holding my weight. I put my feet back on the ground. "Owie.." I sigh.

"God, you never stop talking do you?" A man groans. He walks around me with his shirt off.

"Aren't you colddd? Hehe, I'mmm coldddd" I giggle. He puts his hands under my shirt, and I flinch at his touch. I don't remember why I'm so afraid of people touching me but for some reason I am. "Can you *hic* s-stop doing that?" I ask the rude man. He answers by putting his hands under my pants, "WHOA WHOA!" I yell, "W-Wait! *Hic hic hic* Hehe are you gayyy?" I ask. He pulls his hands out flustered and kicks me. "I've never met a gay person beofreee" I laugh. "Is *hic* your favorite color OH i-is it all of them?!" I exclaim. He didn't look amused and seemed really frustrated. "ToRdLE!! Hehe! Youu *hic hic* have-tuh s-see dis gay person I foundd hehe" Tord is thrown on the concert ground with a thud, the rude gay man smashes a bottle over his head and his eyes close. "THATT WASUNT VERY NICE!" I scream at him.