(An/this chapter is short but really important:)

Normal pov

They had scheduled to meet that next morning. Tord got no sleep at all, pacing the room back and forth. Occasionally glancing over at the empty spot on the bed where Tom should be.
As if if he looked back at it enough he'd just suddenly appear back to him. But life doesn't work that way.

All he could think about is Tom. And the men that all slept in the same facility as him with trust for him not leave them in the cold.
But that's what Tord had to do. And he dreaded it.

Morning finally came though, and he got himself together at 4am. Everything hinges on what he choose to do today, and once done it can never be undone. Tord couldn't think straight, he put his knife in the wrong pocket and then panicked when he couldn't find it. An absolute mess he was.

He went to his fathers bedroom and pulled him away from his mirror, dragging him out into the hall.

Tord scrambled down the hall with his dad.
Pushing person after person out of his way to get to the exit. The air beside him seemed to move in slow motion. He had paused to get the  paperwork that he had printed last night for him to sign over legal rights to his base and men.

The two headed into Patryks car, Tord driving. He pulled out, digging into the gravel.
"Can you tell me how to get there then?" His eyes swam with worry. Patryk glanced from him to the road and back, then nodded his head.

Patryk had problems of his own. The stress of all these situations growled in the pit of his stomach.

For starters, his son was miserable and inconsolable. He knew from personal experience how it feels to lose someone that close to you. A soulmate is one the closest persons to you, they will run your life the day you meet them and henceforth. It was inevitable.
It sucks that he hadn't seen his own in 3 days.

The day he met Paul was the day he lost his own time. Alone time. But it came with the best years of his life.

This is not saying he doesn't love him, Patryk has been head over heals since their first hello.

"Hey! Sir? Sir!" Patryk jogged down the sidewalk after the scruffy stranger. He was in need of directions to a bar.

The man paused but didn't turn around immediately.
"Can you give me directions sir?" Patryk heaved to catch his breath as the man turned to face him. He had a round face, with soft almond shaped eyes and a thick set of brows.

The man put out his cigarette under his heal and sighed.
"Yeah, whatever. Just- stop calling me sir,-" He took the paper with the address from Patryk hands. "I am in the same grade as you dude."

Patryks face burned with a blush.
"Oh, really? I can't say I've seen you before."

"Well uh...I don't talk to a lot of people. No one sees me." He lopsidedly smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Paul."

Patryk firmly held his hand in a shake and gasped.
"P-patryk."

It had been that day that he had first seen color. He hesitated to let go, in worry that the stranger didn't see it immediately also.

But he did. Paul most definitely did. His scruffy face cracked with a full toothy smile and he chuckled.

From then on they clicked. Like two puzzle pieces.
Patryk invited him to the bar he was looking for. Paul came home with him.
                              Life was bliss.

Patryks head launched forward as Tord slammed on the breaks, ripping him away from his thoughts.

He gripped his chest, trying to regain hold on his surroundings.
"Tord! What the fuck, what's wrong!" He searched his face.

Tord painfully gripped his face, digging his knuckles into his eyes.
"I- AH! P-PA! It hurts!" His grunts quickly turned into screams. Loud painful screams.

Patryk unbuckled himself and got out of the car. He went to his door.
"Tord! What's going on?" He tried to pull Tords hands away from his face. "Tord!!"

Brutal burns bubbled around his blue bloodshot eyes. Salty tears mixed with the pealing skin. Tord wailed louder, cursing and trying to relieve his pain.

Patryk frantically tried to find what had caused his son so much pain. Searching his lap and the floor of the vehicle.
"Tord, use your words! I can't help you unless you talk to me!"

Tord fell out of the car, his head smacking to the gravel.
"I DONT KNOW." So many feeling crawled up his tearing throat.

•••

Tom screeched to the end of the world. Wishing death apon himself. He'd rather be dead in this moment then to be alive to feel this kind of pain.

His vision blurred with the mystery chemical that had been poor all over him.

He had no way to relieve his pain.

Tom struggled harder and harder against the ropes holding him back. It dug into his wrist so deeply at this point that blood was drawn. 

Voices cackled all around him as they watched his struggle. They all meshed together in blobs of grey in Toms dissolving vision.

          "AGH-AH! YOU S-SICK FUCKS!" He flicked his matted hair back and hissed.

•••

Patryk sped down the gravel road to the yellow army's base. Tord sat in the back seat rinsing his eyes out with bottled water. The car floor pooled with water at his feet and Tord finally relieved his pain.

The car skidded to a stop at the left corner of the front of the base. Patryk turned back to look at Tord and gasped.

        "Tord...your eyes.." Tord waved him off and got out of the vehicle.

         "That's not important right now. We need to get this done and over with before they harm him anymore."

Tords scanned the exterior of the building with hard grey eyes.