Red lights, alarms, the harpoon barely missed his torso. Tord was scared... He grabbed his controls but it was no use, the robot exploded, no safety measures 'I'm unstoppable', his words echoed in a taunting manner inside his head along with the painful ringing in his ears from the explosion. The ground got closer and closer, tears welled in his eyes. His life flashed before him, his family, his work, his friends...his friends...'I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!' 'What would I  need friends for when I have this?!'...

Everyone in a miles radius heard it, the sound of clashing metal, the crunch then silence. Tord couldn't feel his arm, couldn't see or hear from his right side, however he fought on, he pushed the metal frame crushing his body off of him and limped to the edge of the cliff, he coughed into his left hand, blood. He sat cross legged to relieve some of the pain and watched his former friends walk away from the destruction, the suffering that he alone had caused. He felt it, hot tears leaving a sticky trail upon his burnt and cut cheeks catching small droplets of blood as they fell. He could also feel...it, the tiredness taking him over, his eyelids becoming heavy, heart beating slower each breath becoming a challenge, he heard the rumble of the cars engine, the gasps as his men ran to aid him.

Tord fell back onto the red soaked grass laying still, he tilted his head, Paul and Patryk his most loyal soldiers, his friends. He turned his head the other way, his tears reflecting the fire of the burning buildings. "I'm sorry... Thank you...'' Tord croaked  with a lump in his throat, his eyes grew too heavy. " Boss? BOSS!?" Is the last thing he heard then silence...everything went black, then nothing.

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The calming patter of rain was the only sound that could be heard, only five showed up, Paul, Patryk, Edd, Matt and Tom. It was informal but the two soldiers had tried their best. Paul and Patryk walked up first, Paul stayed silent "Sir, you were a good leader, a good friend..." Patryk smiled slightly, "We will continue the army and win the war sir" Paul spoke up with enthusiasm, both saluting the gravestone marked 'Tord Larson'.
"......Why?" Edd's voice was laced with hurt as he approached, "Maybe....maybe we could have given you one more chance..." Edd's voice caught in his throat, Matt put his hand on Edd's shoulder, Edd nodded sadly and walked away.

"I didn't really know you, you seemed so kind...what happened?" Matt sighed and walked away. "Well commie, I-I never thought I'd see this day....yeah, we fought and it was fun but you took it too far this time, but I never meant to k-kill you...." Tom sighed "I wish we could have gotten along"....everyone was silent, the rain came down harder. Pat and Paul offered to take the three Tord had almost killed to a small coffee shop, Edd sniffed, Tom nodded....

~~~20 Years Later~~~
Decades had passed, Paul and Patryk now ran the Red Army having conquered many countries. Edd, Matt and Tom had joined them around the time of their visit to Tord's grave. They worked in the workshop, building weapons and occasionally fixing the planes the new leaders crashed. Tom had contracted a rare eye cancer because of which he had to wear goggles to help him see.

Years ago Edd had returned to the rubble of their home, he found an old burnt picture of the four of them which now hung proudly upon his wall. Tom had to go to therapy for a long time, he knew that he technically killed Tord but he had gotten over the guilt now, sometimes it does resurface and it pains him. Matt was an excellent technician having built prosthetics and being a wizz in general, he had left his narcissistic ways behind and truly cared for his friends and protected them to all his might.

Tord saw it all, he watched over them. He always would, even as they went into their last battles...

A/N
Sorry just felt like being an edgy bitch.