(Tom's POV)

I take my finger out of my mouth, checking to see if it's still bleeding. It is. Damn, now I have to ask Edd or someone for a bandage. I thought Kov was supposed to give me quick healing? I try to call him, but it seemed he was asleep. Great.

"Ahem," I cough to get the other three's attention. Only Matt looked at me.
"What's wrong Tim?" He asked with concern.
"I just need a bandage. I accidentally cut my finger," Matt nodded and started to look through his hoodie pocket. This is one thing I like about Matt, he doesn't ask questions, he's ready to help when it's possible.
"Here Tam!" He said, passing me a pastel blue bandage.
"Thanks," I don't even bother correcting him, it's the least I could do when he's the only one helping. I stare at Edd, still ranting, and Tord, now not listening. I carefully wrap the bandage around my finger, letting it hold on tightly. My blood is already soaking through a bit. Maybe I should wash my hands. Something to keep me occupied until this lecturing was done at least.

"I need to use the bathroom," I excused. Matt nodded and turned back to the other two. I walk away, but not to the bathroom. I exit the mall, shivering a bit. It was chilly out and my hoodie wasn't exactly the warmest. I walk for a bit, my hair being lightly blown around by wind. I sigh, my breath coming out in steamy puffs. I find a spot in front of a brick wall and squat down (like an Asian squat...y'know...). I relax a bit, watching people pass by, talking with friends. I look down and sigh again. I'm still bored. As I stare at the oh-so interesting pavement, I see a pair of feet walk up to me.

implied s/a warning

"Hey there kitten, what's a cute guy like you doing here all alone?~" I hear a somewhat deep male voice ask. I look up, there stands a guy with a smooth face, short, black hair, and a fuck-boy-ish look. With the most monotone voice I have, I replied,
"I'm sitting, what's it to you?" He seemed unfazed by my reply.
"Well, how about we get outta here and have some fun?~" I cringe internally. Amazingly, Kov still did not wake up from my mental screeching.
"Uh, heh, how about no," I answer with a cold voice. He roughly grabs my arm and licks his lips.
"I wasn't asking~,"

I flick my eyes around, looking for someone to be around. Big surprise, there's no one! Great! Panicking in my mind, the creep pulls me into an alleyway. Wow, I have the worst times in alleyways, don't I? Going into the darkest end of the alleyway, he pins my arms up above me with a hungry look in his eye. While I'm distracted from squirming under him, trying to escape, he shoves a sock knot in my mouth. I start to scream, it gets muffled by the sock. He leans in and goes to the side of my neck. Even though I expected it, I still can't hold back a moan when he bites down. In a panic, I kick him in the balls, and he let go of me with a pained groan. Yanking the sock out of my mouth, I snatch my knife and cut his arm as he fell. I make a run for it, trying to get back to the mall. As I run, realizing how far I walked, I heard a faint call of my name.

(done)

(Tord's POV)

Where the fuck is he?! Matt said he went to the bathroom, but it's been more than half an hour. I walk around outside the mall and started calling him.
"THOMAS, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I bellowed, not caring about the confused bystanders. Edd was also going around calling him with extreme worry.

"Tom! We're going home!" He called to coax him out of wherever he was. I keep walking in one direction and see a figure in the distance. I quicken my pace and see a silhouette of a familiar pineapple head.

"Jehovah, is that you?" I call out while running over. I could tell he was running as well, but from what? In our lives, you can't just be running if you aren't being chased, apparently. As I get closer, I can see he's exhausted and slowing down. Now face-to-face, I hold on to the side of his arms to steady him.

"Witness, what happened?" I ask worriedly. Inspecting him, I saw he had a small blood splatter on his cheek and some light bruises on his wrists. They weren't even the worst part.

(mention of s/a result)

I notice something else, a dark bite mark in the crook of his neck. A hickey. Blind rage clouded my mind.

(done)

Before I could ask him who did it, he slumps onto my shoulder, breathing heavily. I sigh, lifting him onto my back and heading back to Edd and Matt.

(Tom's POV)

Before I could say anything, or explain, I faint. My vision turns black, like my eyes, and it stays that way. I can't wake up or move or do anything. I can still hear and feel my surroundings though. This is strange. Very strange.
"Oh my gosh! What happened to him?!" I hear Edd ask, panicked.

(s/a warning again)

"I think he got...attacked. Look at his neck," Tord responded, shifting my body over. I feel my head loll over, exposing the hickey.

(done)

Edd gasps and touches it. I shiver. Why am I still conscious, but not 'conscious'? Thinking about it, isn't Kov supposed to take over when I sleep?

"You're right, my host," he suddenly says with an oily voice.
"I'm just waiting for the right time to...wake up,"

A/n:

Unsatisfying end to a chapter, I know. I had a bit of trouble writing this. I hope it's satisfactory enough.

Also, I might come out with a Tomtord/Tordtom oneshots book. Soon, but not yet.