Patryk watched them drag him away, and felt tears blur his vision as he chased after.
"Please don't do this! He is innocent!" He was at a full on sprint, and kept up when they got outside. "Please!"
The soldiers wrapped ropes around the man's torso, trapping his arms, and making escape almost impossible even if he wasn't trying. The Red Leader wasn't one to let supposed 'traitors' have even a chance to escape.
Paul was no exception.
"Red Leader please! Don't do this I beg of you!" Patryk fell to his knees, gripping Tord's jacket weakly.
"No." He shook the sobbing man off of him. "We have no room for potential traitors here. In fact, we don't need room for people who care for them either." He raised his gun, touching the barrel to Patryk's forehead.
"Don't touch him!" Paul yelled, his voice cracking on the last syllable. "He had nothing to do with me." His brown eyes met Patryk's, and his thick eyebrows almost met in the middle of his forehead. "I used him."
Tord moved his gun with a smirk.
"P-Paul?!" Patryk felt tears race down his cheeks. No, this couldn't be true. Even if he was lying, he was still about to be shot.
"I'm not sorry, I wanted to overthrow Tord and lead the army." Paul spoke, as Patryk felt someone pull him to his feet. "I used Patryk to get closer to the red leader. I just wanted to lead the army myself." He choked, only Patryk knew that he was lying at this point. "I wanted to rule the world. By taking out Tord I knew I could do that."
"Well, that's that." Tord's light blue eyes looked at him with a psychopathic glint. "I guess that you have no reason to care for him now." Tord looked at Paul, seeming to contemplate something, before his gaze returned to Patryk. "Seeing as he lied to you, and broke your fragile little heart, you can have the honor of disposing of him.
"What?" He felt his body go numb. Tord was cruel, but not that cruel.
"Use this, aim for the head." Tord smiled maliciously when Patryk took the silver pistol that he offered. "Shoot him Patryk."
"I-I can't."
"It'll be good practice. Just pretend he's an enemy and kill him."
"I can't. Red Leader please, he's not a traitor."
"Shoot him!"
"no!"
"I'm done playing." Tord's smile dropped, and his visible eye darkened. "Shoot that traitor dead!"
"P-Please sir, you can't possibly-"
"That is an order soldier!" He pulled out his own gun, and pointed it at Patryk's head. "Do it."
Patryk felt his hand shake, and his eyes widened. He glanced at Paul and closed his eyes.
"Open your eyes. I want you to watch him die by your hands you idiot." Tord smacked the back of his head, and he opened his eyes in time to see Paul mouth something to him.
"I'm so sorry Pat."
BANG!