Tom's POV
"Why do they think I'm wrong, Tom?" Tord asked.
We were still a bit drunk, even if that had nothing to do with anything.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Why does everyone think that my plan for Utopia is so wrong?" Tord asked.
"I'm not..."
"I'm not sure..." I said.
Tord laid back down on his bed.
I sat there, looking at him...
He looked so peaceful.
He looked adorable.
"You think it's wrong too, don't you?" Tord asked.
"N-no, of course not!" I said nervously.
Tord gave me a serious look.
"W-well, I just think the way you're delivering Utopia is a bit drastic," I said.
"How's that?" Tord asked.
"C'mon, death camps? Taking over London and claiming it as your Red Base? Was that even necessary?" I asked.
Tord thought for a moment.
And he thought hard.
"It's a work in progress is all,"
"..."
"Why do you think he did it?..."
Tord looked at me in confusion, "What do you mean?".
"Matt, why do you think he tried to kill you?" I asked.
"..."
"I'm not sure..." Tord answered.
"..."
"When Matt was in here, what were you guys talking about? Matt seemed distraught," Tord asked.
"He was just asking me the same question, 'Where's Jessika Härt?'..." I said.
"That's it?" Tord asked.
"Well no..." I said, "He said one more thing."
"What'd he say?" Tord asked.
"He said a war was coming... and that you loved me, very much, and that I could stop the war from coming..." I explained.
"He said I loved you?" Tord asked in confusion.
I shook my head and made eye contact with Tord.
It was clear Tord wanted to speak, he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Well, I-" Tord said before there was knocking on the front door that interrupted.
"I'll get that," I said before getting up and answering the door.
Pau stood at the door.
"Um... Is Red in here?" Pau asked.
"Tord, it's for you," I said, looking back at him.
Tord reluctantly got up from the bed and headed towards the door.
"Oh, it's you," Tord said as he saw Pau.
"Sir, we've found Jessika Härt..." Pau said.
Tord was in shock.
"Y-you did?" Tord asked in disbelief.
Pau nodded his head.
"Where is Jessika Härt?" Tord asked.
"She's in an underground area with a bunch of other people, including one of your old friends Edd," Pau said.
"Edd?" I and Tord said simultaneously.
Pau nodded his head.
"How'd you find her?" Tord asked.
"Central cameras," Pau explained.
Tord nodded his head.
"Good work, Pau," Tord said.
"Thank you, Red," Pau thanked Tord.
"We'll talk about this more tomorrow, at 5:00, get every soldier to meet in the central part of London, okay?" Tord asked.
"Will do, Sir," Pau said.
"Okay, goodbye," Tord said before shutting the door.
Tord let out a sigh of relief before heading back to bed to lie down.
At sat on the bed, next to him once again.
"..."
"Tord..." I said.
"Yeah?" Tord asked.
"..."
"Who's Jessika Härt?" I asked.
"..."
"Jess was a good friend of mine before Order 94..." Tord said.
"What's Order 94?" I asked.
"..."
"Around twelve to thirteen years ago my father had sent a group of seven people into The Abyssal Utopia, which in this case was an undiscovered area of space that held an overwhelming amount of energy that we called 'The Dystopian Source'," Tord explained,
"Back during the time that Order 94 commanded, the Red Base was losing a large number of resources and we needed more, so my father wanted to use The Abyssal Utopia in some sort of way to help. So he sent off seven different scientists from the Red Base to investigate the energy and how there was that much so that they could create some sort of substitute it."
"Two of the scientist sent off to The Abyssal Utopia died, three of them are still out there somewhere, and two more came back. Those two are Blake Norsworthy and Jessika Härt," Tord explained.
"When Jessika came back, I was already the leader, and I told the Red Soldiers to torture her," Tord said.
"What, why?" I asked.
"Well, when she left she took something with her, she took a notebook," Tord said.
"Okay, and?" I asked. "Don't tell me you tortured her over a fucking notebook, Tord."
"No! Of course not, I'm not fucking mental, Tom!" Tord exclaimed.
"Okay then, why'd you torture her?" I asked.
"What she didn't know was that the notebook she took had a very, very, important piece of information. It contained the real identity of the Purple Leader, I didn't know who it was because I hadn't read it," Tord said.
"Why do you need their identity?" I asked.
"He and I have been fighting for a very long time, if I know his identity, I can finally kill him. Then after that: Utopia!" Tord exclaimed.
"That still doesn't explain why you tortured Jessika," I said.
"I'm getting there, okay?" Tord claimed.
"See, when Jessika came back, she didn't want to give the notebook back, and she refused to tell us where she hid it. So I ordered the soldiers to torture her until she told them. But I didn't know they raped her..." Tord said.
"..."
"Why didn't she want to give it back?" I asked.
"We still don't know," Tord said.
"..."
"But why was Matt looking for Jessika also?" I asked Tord. "He doesn't have any reason to have the notebook... right?"
"He said I could stop the war that is coming by telling him where she was," I said.
"I'm not..."
"I'm not sure why he wanted to know where she is..." Tord said.
"..."
"I'll be right back," Tord said.
Tord got up and went to the restroom.
Once he came back out he said, "you should get some sleep, Tom. You can still lay in my bed, I'll just go talk to Pau about Jessika's location and how we can track her."
"Tord, you're tired... It's okay we can just sleep together," I said.
Tord looked at me with a smile and chuckled a bit.
"Are you still drunk, Tom?" Tord asked.
I shook my head.
"I'm not drunk, Tord," I said.
"..."
"You're joking though, right?" Tord asked.
I shook my head again.
"No, Tord," I said.
"..."
"Okay fine I'll admit it, I like you, Tord. I like you a lot," I said.
And fuck it felt good to get that off my chest.
Tord stared at me for a minute.
"Okay, I'll sleep in here, just let me take a shower first," Tord said.
"..."
"What?..." I mumbled.
"I said to let me take a shower first," Tord repeated.
"No- I mean- You're gonna sleep in here? With me?" I asked.
Maybe I had misheard.
Or maybe my mind is just fucking with me.
"Yea," Tord said simply.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" I asked.
"Yea," Tord said simply again.
"But you have a wife Tord-" I said before Tord interrupted me.
"FUCK ROBYN, okay?! I've liked you for a long time, Tom. I've dreamed of this moment, and I'm not going to turn it down," Tord said. "Just let me take a shower first."
Tord grabbed clothes from his wardrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
I sat on the bed thinking about what he said.
I've liked you for a long time
I heard the shower turn on and I got up.
And walked around the room, looking at pictures of him and Robyn.
And only then had noticed that he never looked happy to be with her.
As if he didn't actually love her...
That's when I noticed a piece of crumbled paper in the dustbin.
Now I'm not the type of person to be looking through other people's rubbish but the paper kinda just stuck out.
I grabbed the crumbled piece of paper out of the rubbish and opened it back to the original piece of paper.
The first thing I notice was the handwriting.
It was clearly Tord's.
I knew that handwriting from anywhere.
Fuck, I'm the one who taught him how to write in English...
I read the paper, it seemed to be a poem.
I didn't know Tord wrote poems...
I read it in my head as the shower water from the bathroom filled the empty room with noise.
Utopia
I promise, love.
That I'll deliver you.
And if I sink.
You said you'd take care of me.
And I believe.
That will happen.
I believe...
That will save me.
From going crazy.
That's what I believe.
I'm not the same...
As I use used to be...
His cruelty...
Has changed me...
But with you...
There's something different...
Then all the other ones.
That claim they'll deliver us.
And together we can reach!
We'll reach the great beyond!
And if you'll keep on believing my word,
I promise I'll take you home!
And away we go!"
Huh...
I had no idea what the fuck this was.
But it was nice.
I folded the paper and put it in my pocket.
A couple of minutes later, Tord came out of the bathroom with his gray T-shirt on and sweatpants.
I smiled.
"I haven't seen you in comfortable clothes for a while," I joked.
"For your information, my Red Leader coat is verh comfortable," Tord scoffed.
Tord then looked at his dustbin.
Tord looked irritated all of a sudden.
Tord looked at me and said, "Give me the paper, Tom."
I sighed and handed it to him.
"Do me a favor, don't look through my shit," Tord said.
"Whatever," I said in irritation.
We slipped into bed.
We both stayed on our respective sides and shared a blanket.
Tord shut off the lamp and a couple of minutes went by.
"Can you hug me, Tord?" I asked sheepishly.
Tord turned around and cuddled me from behind. (spooned him, whatever you wanna call it)
My eyes began to shut as I felt very secure and safe in his arms.
And I eventually fell asleep in his arms.
I finally got some peacefully sleep.
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- 11/20/22
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I've been putting a lot of focus on finishing the soundtrack for season 1, part 1, first half, whatever you wanna call it.
And until next chapter...
Where's Jessika Härt?