Tord stood outside the house. Were they gone yet? He hoped so. Picking up his phone, he called Paul 'The costs clear... I think'
'Go on then, get the robot' Paul said
'Okay' He switched the phone off and opened the door. It wasn't locked, Typical Edd.
Tord stepped into the house. He barley recognised it. There were posters of ska bands, guitars, black and white checks. It was as if Tom had taken over. Tord spat in disgust, he felt like shooting something but refrained from doing so. He just needed to get one thing and get out. It was easy really. He walked up the stairs, gazing at the photos hung on the walls. There was even one of him. Edd and Matt were smiling and holding ice cream while Tom and Tord were glaring at one another angrily. It ruined the photo.
'Edd?' A voice from the second room rang in Tord's ears. He knew who it was. Tord drew his gun and crept to Tom's room, there was no way he was letting that Jehovah's Witness ruin his chances of getting the robot. But what would he do? Both the robot and Tom were in the same room. Tord couldn't take it without Tom noticing. He sighed in anger. He'd have to kill Tom, there was no other way. Tord despised tom but this was a whole new level of hatred and he wasn't sure if he could really do it. He took a deep breath.
Tord was ready. 'Hands up Ridgewell!' He entered the room, glaring at Tom. Tom glared back.
'What are you doing here?'
'I said hands up' Tord snarled. Tom rolled his lack of eyes but eventually did so. A burst of anger shot through Tord. Was Tom unafraid of him?
'What do you even want?' Tom asked. Tord shook his head.
'None of your business' He punched Tom in the face and continued to bare the gun at him. Now surely Tom was scared of him. 'Now if I were you I'd keep my mouth shut' He turned to glare at Tom, who now looked terrified. There was blood on his cheeks and tears from the black holes on his face. He was shivering in fear. Tord smiled triumphantly yet couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Tom as cowered in fear.
'Do what you want to me, just don't hurt Edd or Matt' Tom pleaded 'Please' He wiped the blood from his face and stood up. 'Tord, I'm begging you.' Tord sighed and put the gun down. A little bit of him cared for Tom. 'Fine