Streets [A TomTord Fanfic]

Chapter One: Constant Pain

Today was like any other. I woke up in the familiar alleyway I've been in for the past few years. Getting up off of the cold pavement, I decided to go search for food. Maybe someone left their food unoccupied. It's not uncommon.

I walked out of the alleyway, my hood covering my face. My hair was just an absolute mess, sticking out from under my hood in a scraggly mess. I didn't care about my appearance as much as I used to.

I walked all over town, ignoring the stares of the people who didn't know to run away. Anyone who did have the common sense to run were already gone, leaving the town practically empty wherever I went. I was used to this of course. I just kept on walking, soon spacing out to my own little world. In this world, my imaginary world, there was no pain. No suffering, no bad memories. I didn't have to worry about anything. In my imaginary world, I was free.

My train of thought didn't last long though. Before I could realize what was going on, I felt myself falling backwards, crashing onto the pavement. As I went to get up, I heard someone's voice. An all too familiar one at that.....

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The other person yelled at me. Their voice was too familiar. I know that voice. It was him. I had just ran into Tom.

Knowing I'd be a dead man if I stayed here any longer, I quickly got up and prepared to turn and run before I felt someone grab my normal arm.

"Are you even listening to me? When I talk to you I expect a response." He said. He then grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him, and at that point I knew I was definitely a dead man.

"TORD?! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" his words were like thunder, echoing all throughout my veins. 'It's now or never', I thought, knowing I'd have to act fast. I quickly kicked him in his balls and ran, not daring to look back. I didn't have any weapons other than my switchblade, and even still I had become weaker over the past few years.

Soon I heard footsteps chasing after me. I couldn't stop now. If I did, then I'd be dead. I quickly rounded the next corner, almost slipping in the process. I had run into an alleyway, and to make things worse, this one was a dead end. Well, mostly. There was a ladder I could use to climb to the roof, and that's what I planned to do.

After planning out my escape for a moment, I jumped onto a dumpster that was off to the side and used the leftover momentum to leap up enough to grab a ladder. I managed to get about half way up the ladder before things took a turn for the worst.

I had realized all too late that my robot arm had stopped working again, making me lose my balance a little bit. My foot then slipped and I was now holding on for dear life. Well, I was, before I felt someone grab my ankle and pull me away from the ladder, making me fall backwards and hit my head against the corner of a dumpster.

Before I had time to get my bearings, I was grabbed by my shoulders again and pinned against the wall. There standing in front of me was none other than Tom, the pitch black voids he called 'eyes' staring into my soul. He was much taller than me, so it only made him look even more intimidating.

"You thought you could just get away without some sort of explanation? Ha! You'd better start explaining or else."

I didn't want to give up that easily, so I tried to stand my ground. But soon something clogged my vision. The color red. Not just anything red, it was blood. My own blood. Tom seemed to notice this, and I wasn't sure what the hell he was gonna do. But when I felt pain in the crippled side of my face, I wished he'd kill me instead.

He had grabbed my right ear, the one with scars, and was now dragging me somewhere. It hurt so god damn much, almost worse than amputating my arm did. I tried my best to keep up with him so it'd hurt less, but that didn't help. Plus I was already trying not to scream in agony due to the pain I was in. I refused to show weakness around him, but I was failing horribly at that idea.

It felt like an eternity that he kept dragging me by my ear, but in reality it was only about 25 minutes. But even then it still hurt like hell.

Soon we reached an apartment complex. It didn't look too fancy, but it was pretty decent. The people in the lobby just stared at us as he dragged me past them and up the stairs. I almost tripped several times, not making the pain any better. Soon we stopped in front of a door and I thought it was finally over. But damn was I wrong. Very wrong.

Tom knocked on the door and waited a minute before a familiar brunette in a green hoodie opened the door. "Tom what do you wa-" Before he could finish his sentence, Tom pushed past him and dragged me inside, dragging me over to the couch and throwing me on it like a ragdoll.

~•[Edd's POV]•~

"Tom what the hell!?" I yelled. He had just barged into my apartment with a stranger and threw them on my couch! What's with him today?

"I'm not going anywhere until he explains everything" Was all Tom said. I looked at the stranger only to see it was far from a stranger. This person was actually very familiar.

There, sitting on my couch, was none other than Tord.

I sighed.

'This should be fun...'