A/N: Video is by Resting Judge

||Tom's Room - Blue Army Base, London||

When I was young and stupid my love
Left to be a rock and roll star
He told me please don't worry
Wise little smile that spoke so safely  

Tom's eyes fluttered, drool dripping from his parted lips. He was laying on my bed stretched out and exhausted. Closing his LED eyes, he felt a rush of old memories. He gritted his teeth, clenching his chest in pain.

He was damaged beyond repair, it was Tord who broke him.

Everything about him killed Tom on the inside. The way his hair spiked up into devil-horns, the way his silver eyes glistened with his emotions, or how they switched Red when mad or lusty. His grin... All of it drove Tom crazy.

His eyes flickered as Tom felt the first memory come to him - Back when he was still a soldier of the Red Army.

He booked a one-way ticket
Out west that's where they make it
Six kids stuck in a bedsit
To sunswept poolside riches

Tom's shot up, fully awake as his LED eyes scanned the room. His breathing grew frantic, as he searched around for answers. Searching the room he took observations of where he was and what was happening.

1. He was chained up in a dungeon
2. He had no fucking clue what was going on.

"Hello?" His voice called out, echoing the room. He felt his hair being jerked back, letting out a soft breath as he met a rather intimidating male.

His brown hair was spiked up into two devil horns, half of his face charred with hideous burns. His only good eye was a dark crimson red, his lips curled into a threatening smirk.

"So glad you're finally awake Tom." He hissed, the Norweigan accent of his sending shivers down his spine... In the wrong kind of way. "A-Ah..." Was all that left Tom's mouth, staring up at the mysterious man.

He jerked his head back, confused by his reaction. He glanced over to Tom, before looking off to the side.

Tom turned his head, seeing another man with slicked blonde hair and square-shaped glasses.

"Lenker, what the fuck?" The Norwegian man whisper yelled, glaring at the scientist.

The blonde man, rubbed his chin, examining Tom. Rubbing the back of Tom's head, the man let out a soft groan. After searching around, the scientist came in front of Tom.

"What do you remember?"

"What?"

"I said, what do you remember?"

Tom held his breath, biting his lower lip. Shit, was this a trick question? He eyed the scientist, long enough for him to stand up letting out a breath.

"Congratulations Tord, you fucked up."

Tord... So that's what the Norweigan man's name was... It sounded eerily familiar to Tom. He looked up at Tord, then looked at Lenker. The scientist flashed Tord a sarcastic smile, before clasping his hands together.

"You gave 'Tom' fucking amnesia, ya twit."

He met a girl who wore Versace
Pink feather coats and jumbo jewelry
Gonna be a hoop phenomenon
He's gonna be Hakeem Olajuwon

"Red Leader, I have completed my mission." The blue Brit firmly stated, reporting as ordered. Tord leaned back in his chair, letting out a pleased hum.

"Excellent job Thomas, I knew I could count on you." He purred, giving Tom a sweet smile.

Tom felt a shiver going down his spine, feeling his stomach bubble. He took note of the lustful red that was flashing in his mate's eyes. He bit his lip softly, clenching the side of his pants.

Tord leaned forward, a grin spreading on his face. "Thomas, Come here." He ordered, moving his hands down to mess with the buckle of his pants. Tom's face flushed, knowing what was going to happen. Approaching the desk slowly, he saw the way his mate looked eagerly at him, signaling him to strip.

Tom let out a soft breath, stripping his pants off and letting them slide to the floor. Tord moved from around the desk and behind Tom, biting the side of his neck teasingly. Tom let out a huff, trying to ignore the slick that was dribbling from his cunt.

Tord began to move Tom over to the desk, bending him over.

Before Tom knew it, he was being fucked on Tord's desk - Doggy style.

His tongue was rolled out, as he let out a purr, his pleas for more leaving his lips. He stared into Tord's good eye, feeling his heart flutter. He had never been so in love in his life.

He's got a gold Camaro
He said over the pay phone
I try to keep my cool but
My life turns in slow motion

Tom's eyes fluttered open, his lips parted half-way. He remembered how he would get 'treats' if he completed his missions like the Red Leader had ordered. It was rare when he'd get punished for slipping up or misbehaving. All in all, life at Tord's assistant/fuck buddy was.... Okay.

Until he met Edd and Matt.

Bye-bye baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush it's killing you

Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Superparadise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost

Tom pulled away from the ledge, raising his sniper rifle up.

He tilted his head, his green LED eyes examining the dead corpse on the ground. He watched as the blood began to seep onto the concrete, creating pools of red.

His eyes darted to the side, sensing the presence of two figures behind him.

Whipping around, Tom held up his rifle. It wasn't the exact proper way to be using it, but it was the weapon in his hand.He examined the two men, taking in their features. 

One was a burly brunette, who was beginning to grow a beard. He was wearing a tattered green hoodie with a black overcoat on top. His forest green eyes were laced with worry and hope. The other was a very tall ginger, who was showing signs of wrinkles and aging. He had one blue eye and one robotic eye. His jaw was completely gone, being replaced with a square metal jaw. He was wearing a purple uniform underneath a green coat.

The brunette let out a hopeful gasp, taking a step closer.

"T-Tom," He whispered, looking at the soldier with a longing stare. Tom felt the hairs on his back stand up, as he clenched his fist. "How do you know my name?" He mumbled, gripping his fist.

The brunette and ginger exchanged a worried gaze, before looking back at Tom. "Tom, we're your old friends - You're partners.... There's a lot you need to know..."

When I was from n.o.l.a no one
Left to be a rock and roll star
He'd stay and treat his lady
Give everything to his new baby

Tom's body convulsed, as he threw up bile of his alcohol. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

He shouldn't love Tord - That monster took advantage of Tom when he couldn't remember things. Tom cursed him for that. Tord should've hurt him, beat him, tortured him. Not take fucking pity on him then seduce him.

Tom fell helplessly in love with Tord, he was so deep that it destroyed him to find out the truth.

Tom kept telling himself that he'd get over Tord, that his hate for him was stronger than his love for Tord.

He was wrong.

I miss him don't you blame me
That boy went stone cold crazy
Caught up in camera lust he's

Chasing that pappy pipe dreams

Tom took in a deep breath, feeling a cry swell up in his throat. He let out a cough in attempts to push down the cry, before letting out a raspy breath. He turned his head, looking at Matt. Giving a stern nod to his partner, he moved forward emerging out of the blue curtains.

There were rows of people eagerly awaiting his command - eagerly awaiting to be induced into this new forming army.

Tom felt his heart twinge with regret, remembering how it felt to stand by Tord when he did announcements like these.

He never mentioned his new found relationship with anyone, not even Matt or Edd. They didn't need to know.. They couldn't know.

Taking a breath, Tom took his stand.

On that exact day, not only did Tom earn 3 enemies, He lost a lover.

I know you don't but I
I know you don't but I still try
My thunder shook him down
My thunder came and shook him down
That girl is gone but I
That girl is gone but I still try
I think it's over now
The bullet hit but maybe not
I feel so fucking numb
It hits my head and I feel numb
My body's looking wrong
My body's looking wrong
My body's looking wrong...

...Bye, Bye Baby Blue...

Tom gripped the sides of his screen, clenching his jaw. His heart ached with misery and pain, his longing for Tord only grew.

He fucked up, he fucked it all up.

He left the Red Army twice now, and because of that Tord moved on with a new mate. She had everything on Tom - She was better looking, smarter, stronger. She was everything he couldn't be.

She had to be because if she wasn't, he'd still have a chance with Tord. Curling up in his bed, he let out a drunken sob, biting down into the sheets. His body was twisting with pain, his limbs feel like they were being torn apart.

He wasn't shifting. He was experiencing heartbreak.

I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush it's killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Superparadise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost

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12 o'clock - Midnight

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Tom was restless tonight, tossing and turning in bed searching for some sort of comfort. He felt an eery feeling in his soul, like someone or something was in the room. His LED eyes turned on, the green glow of his eyes lighting the dark room.

The only source of light in the room was the moonlight and green electronic glow, but Tom could see that he was alone.

Letting out a soft breath, he rubbed his forehead with his palm. "I must be at it again." He mumbled, leaning back into his bed.

"Papa," A soft voice called out from the shadows, catching his attention quickly. "Papa, I'm scared."

Tom held his breath, feeling shivers crawl down his spine. "Oh fuck no..." He mumbled to himself, scooting against the headboard. The voice sounded like a Kuro when she was a child, except with a Norweigan accent. His mind must be playing tricks on him. "I am so throwing out all my bottles of Smirnoff tomorrow... No more alcohol for the rest of my life!" He growled, rubbing the sides of his forehead.

He knew there was something wrong with him, but he didn't think that hearing voice was one of them.

"Papa." The voice became clear and loud, sounding more mature. Tom held his breath, it was obvious that this voice was very very real. Slowly getting out of bed, Tom reached for his gun only to find it was not there. "Dammit." He muttered, clenching his fist.

His bedroom door swung open, before shutting itself closed. Tom jumped, turning around to look for the source of the noise. "What the-" Before he could finish, he saw the door open again, leaving a crack.

He swore on his life he saw a pitch black eye with a silver pupil.

Tom hesitated for a moment, before following the figure out of his bedroom door. His gut churned, following the eerily child-like hums. Turning the corner, he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Kuro was standing by the window-sill, her back towards her father as she stared out the window.

"Jesus Christ Kuro, you scared the shit out of me..." He mumbled, approaching his daughter before setting his hand softly on her shoulder. "Let's get you back to bed, okay?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Tom's eyes widened, when the girl snapped her head around.

Fuck, not Kuro.

She grinned, blood dripping down the side of her face. One of her eyes was silver like Tord's, while the other was pitch black with a silver pupil. Her bangs were pushed up into devil-horns, resembling a Norweigan Tom knew too well.

"But dad, I don't want to go to bed."

A/N: ohuhuhuhuhuh cliff hanger!!! Also, we are legitamately reaching out climax :^) This chapter and the next 1-2 chapters will be the climax .<.