Opposites Attract [Old]

I HATE YOU TORD!!

Tom Pov:

Me and Edd both jump when my door bursts open making a loud BANG.

We turn our heads to the door and my heart stops when I see Tord standing in the doorway.

I swear I can see flames in his left eye.

He's furious.

"Edd..." Tord says to Edd in a low growl.

Tord aims his gun at Edd.

He shoots, but I quickly stop the bullet with my flask.

The front of the flask earns a hole which Smirnoff pours on to the bed.

Luckily the back of the flask just bent.

Tord growls and just aims again.

"Tord if you shoot again I'll stop the bullet with my hand and I know you don't want that," I say in a threatening growl as anger flows through my veins

I'm officially pissed off.

Tord gives me a deathly glare.

"Would you rather a do a headshot on me?" I ask returning the glare.

"I'm the 1 threatening here Thomas," Tord says sternly.

I get up and walk up to Tord.

"Your not the dominant 1 at the moment Tord,"

I can tell that Tord isn't used to me fighting back just by the slight uncertainty in his face.

"I'm always in charge Thomas,"

"Not now Tord, not fucking now,"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because if you aim that gun at Edd 1 more time... I'm not coming back with you as I planned to,"

"So if I don't aim at him, you'll come home?"

"Yes, now put that weapon away and let's go before you cause any more havoc,"

"Wait Tom-"

"Shut your trap Edd. He's coming back with me," Tord says to Edd before he can finish.

I look back at Edd.

Tears slide down his cheeks as he looks at me.

"Goodbye Edd... I hope we can do this again.." I say.

I walk out the door.

There's not going back now.

*Red Army Base*

I get out of Tord's car and walk the base doors without Tord while crossing my arms.

"Hey Tom slow down!" Tord says and runs up to me.

I open the doors and walk inside base.

I stay silent.

"Come on Tom! You can't give me the silent treatment forever!" Tord says.

I keep walking.

Tord grabs my shoulder.

"Tom-"

I quickly turn around and slap him across the face.

Shock appears on his face as a red hand print stains his good cheek.

"I'll give the silent treatment for as long as I want Tord," I say coldly.

....

"You have a meeting with the generals in 20 minutes so I recommend you head to the meeting room," I say.

I turn around and walk away.

After a few minutes of walking I hear many, loud foot steps coming toward me.

I lift my head and see Jackie, Max, and Torm running up to me.

Jackie's the first to hug me.

"DAD!!" Jackie says.

I don't want to see my kids right now...

I gently push Jackie away and walk through them.

I shove my hands into my hoodie pocket and keep walking.

"Dad?..." Jackie says behind me quietly as I walk away.

I walk out to the training fields.

Soldiers look at me funny.

I walk up to a training dummy.

I can't help but imagine it as Tord.

I punch it in the face then kick it's stomach.

"I HATE YOU TORD!!" I yell at the dummy.

I continue to 'hurt' the dummy until I accidentally kick it's head off.

I turn my head to see soldiers staring at me.

They immediately turn their heads when I look at them.

I walk up to a soldier.

The soldier solutes.

"Yes Si-"

I kick his stomach.

He falls to the floor holding his stomach.

I kick his head and he falls on to his back unconscious.

I growl.

I then proceed to knock out more soldiers.

I feel someone pick me up by under my arms.

I struggle to get out of their grasp until I hear, "Tom calm down!"

It's Patrick.

I stop kicking and pant heavily.

"You need to calm down Tom..." Patrick says.

"Just a few more?" I ask.

"No, now let's go talk about this in the lounge,"

"Fine, put me down,"

Patrick puts me down.

I instantly run to a soldier and tackle him to the ground.

"TOM!!" Patrick yells and pulls me off him.

"Okay okay, I'm good now. Let's go," I say.

Me and Patrick walk back into base.

Tord Pov:

"Sir?"

...

"SIR!!" I snap back to reality.

"What- oh right," I say once I realize I'm still in the meeting with the generals.

"What's wrong Sir?" General Samuel asks me.

"Nothing.. Just continue talking," I say.

"Nah let's talk about what you're thinking Sir," General Christopher says to me.

"What? Why?" I ask General Christopher.

"If you let it off your chest then you'll be able to concentrate on our plans and I'm curious where that slap mark came from," General Christopher says to me.

"Fine..." I say.

"So what's bugging you Sir?" General Christopher asks me.