Yes Sir - (TordTom)

True and Pure - 11

-TORD'S POV-

"Hell are you doing?" I heard Paul reprimand. "Making sure everybody is working!" Tom defensively waved his hands and tried to stand up on his own as I approached them. "I hired him." I mentioned just a little too late. "What? He doesn't know what he doing." Paul seemed shocked and maybe even offended at the sudden change. "Vel, vi hadde en liten hendelse i går kveld, og jeg trenger bare at han oppfører seg." I responded calmly.

Paul once more responded in English. "I think he listen to you if just treat him like everybody else." He hissed. "Han er skjør. Jeg kan ikke knulle sånn med ham." I concluded, offering a hand out to the frail kid, who took it happily. "Did I do good?" Tom asked kindly. "Du gjorde forferdelig, men du er søt, så jeg lar den gli." I smirked and Tom cocked his head.

Paul coughed and explained, "He say, 'You did terrible, but you are sweet, so I let it slip.'" We both just looked at him for a moment. "Why is his English so terrible?" The uniformed boy asked with some sass. Paul frowned but I just kept grinning. "I'm not sure. Hey Paul, tror du jeg skulle knulle Tom? (Should I fuck Tom?)" I saw Tom nervously blush at the mention of his name. "Yes." The actual second in command responded shortly. 

"Han er så liten, det ville føles bra. (He's so small, it would feel great.)" I thought out loud while looking Tom up and down. Of course I wasn't going to, Tom's far too innocent to participate in such a dirty act. I prefer him innocent and I don't want him thinking I'll go easy on him just because he's weak. If I'm going to 'do it' with him, I'm going in rough. It's just how I am.

"Anyway, where is Patryck?" I put a hand on Tom's shoulder so I could look away and make sure he doesn't run off. "He outside doing gun practice." Paul fixed his eye-patch then stood still, waiting for a command. "And do you have a task at hand?" I looked around for my clipboard then realized I had left it behind. "No Sir, not at moment." Paul smiled a bit.

"Well why don't you go take Thomas to Patryck and see if he can learn to shoot." I noticed Tom move a bit back, almost like he was hiding behind me now. "He can't shoot! He is small and... break!" Paul stammered hesitantly. "He's fragile, and he may break easily, but he's not shooting himself. He's shooting others." I elucidated with aggression.

"What is he do shoot himself? Did you check his mental health sheets? What if he crazy?!" Paul stubbornly scolded me. "He's obviously sane, calm down before I rid of you." I growled and tightened my grip on Tom's shoulder. There was a moment of silence before I realized my faults. "He hadn't seen a doctor or anything since his father decided to neglect him, so he doesn't have any papers other than a birth certificate." I concluded solemnly.

"What about... diploma from secondary school?" He continued to pester me. "No, why the fuck do you think he's here?" I snarled and felt Tom pull away from my grip, causing me to quickly turn around and stare him down. I'm worried he'll run away at this point. He just looked up at me and trembled a bit. "We're having a check on you done now, follow me." I groaned impatiently and gave Paul a look as well before guiding Tom down many hallways.

We found a nice but plain room, only holding a table, desk, and some chairs in the corners like a Doctor's office. And it was pretty similar to just that. Tom looked around the area before deciding it was safe and sitting down, and I called someone in through the intercom. A person in a lab coat ran into the room and stopped at the desk, "Here!" They shouted then met eyes with the leader. "Grey, we need a... check-up on this kid." I glanced at the shorty. 

"Ah, yes. At least I can be productive today." Our lead Doctor, also known as 'Grey', fixed his glasses and sat at the desk while I prompted Tom to sit on the table, and so he did. "Alright, first we need to check mental health, then physical. Leader you'll have to leave for the second one on privacy terms." I saw Tom cringe a bit and get uncomfortable.

"I'm not letting some random faggot touch him." I boldly insisted, sitting down at a chair next to the table Tom sat upon. The Doctor recomposed himself then shook his head and picked up a notebook. "Alright, Thomas... what's your last name?" He asked and began, I could already tell this was going to be awhile. "Rockwell..." The boy shifted nervously, blushing a bit for whatever reason.

"How old are you and where did you come from?" He asked next. "I'm 18 and from Kistenton." My boy responded proudly, which made me smirk a bit. He was just cute, the way he thinks he's so big and strong but he's so small and weak. "Have you been diagnosed with anything before?" Grey continued. "ADHD, that's all. But I'm pretty sure a lot of people have it and grow out of it." He looked around some more.

"Okay, well so far so good. Do you have any abnormalities, like sleeping, relationship errors, family feuds?" Now we're getting to the good shit. "I can't sleep without my stuffed bear... I honestly had him the other night but I forget where I put him." Tom teared up slightly but quickly moved on, "The last two questions are kinda connected though, my parent got mad at me when I..." Tom's dark voids seemed to aim at me.

"A very wealthy highschool girl asked me out but I denied, and my father got upset with me. He said that was a bad decision, since nobody else would ever love me." Tom took a quiet but deep breath, but other than that the room was silent for moments to come. "Did your dad tell you those things a lot?" Grey asked and he quickly responded, "Oh yes! I'm sure my dad wanted me long gone. He kept giving me drugs and needles, knives and ropes, then he'd tell me how worthless I am and how I should go die in a ditch and rot. I think he wanted me to commit suicide." Tom added on in a regular tone.

You'd think he'd be in tears, or upset. But he just kept swinging his legs with his eyes wide open, answering truthfully with no sadness or nearly any emotion at all. If anything, a bit of excitement from meeting a new person. It was hard for me to watch and listen.