After the two men were dismissed by the sadistic, cruel leader that they called their own, Paul stayed up all night. He couldn't sleep after seeing a close colleague die in front of them, let alone clean up his blood. The bodily fluid stained his pants and his sleeves as he was making the stage look presentable again, and he didn't have another change of a jacket for a few days. He obviously had perks seeing as he was second to the tyrant, but he wasn't about to abuse his power just so he wouldn't have bloody clothes. Regardless, he sat at the desk in his room and wrote down rebel plans that he knew he would have to put into play soon enough.

Patryk was a little more numb to the violence, seeing as he disposed of the body and didn't bat an eyelash. Though he knew it couldn't let the corpse faze him or else he wouldn't be at such a high position as he was right now. As much as he hated to touch the body of someone he used to converse with and share a meal or two with, he knew that it happens every day. He's killed before, why would this stop him now? For they knew at this point, they could both be on the ground with a nice bullet hole denting their brain and their blood draining by the second. As the thought echoed his brain, he eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Paul left about an hour prior to Patryk waking up, knowing that if his boyfriend knew what he was up to, his plan would take much longer to complete. It was about 6:00 AM and he got into his uniform like always. Planting a kiss on Patryk's forehead, he grabbed a small hand-held bag and shoved it into his jacket while walking out into the hallway to blend in with the dozens of other men going to their positions. He used his magnetic key and smoothly walked into the weaponry, nodding at a guard who stood at post at the gate to let him in. The guard was new and obviously didn't know who he was so he looked at Paul nervously.

"Let me in?" He asked to clear up the nodding.

"Sir, I-I believe I'm required to ask you to fill out a paper in order for you to access the weapons." The newbie stuttered, holding a clipboard forward to the older soldier.

Paul simply looked at the papers then back at the newcomer, "Are you serious?"

"I don't think I would joke about this, sir."

"I work next to Tord, let me in." Taking a deep breath, Paul hoped that the use of his real name would intimidate him, which successfully worked.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, sir! Go r-right ahead!"

As the gate opened and closed behind him, Paul walked around and searched the shelves for what he was looking for: A silencer. One of those were imperative if he really wanted to kill his leader. He had a small handgun and he had about six bullets he could use with it. He could use his shotgun, but it wasn't good at short distances. As he looked up and down the aisles for the right size, he started thinking about what Patryk could possibly be thinking when he woke up and saw his lover gone. Paul started to panic, thinking that Patryk might assume that he was taken by Tord, seeing how he didn't get a wink of sleep last night due to the incident. He looked more anxiously for the small add-on and inspected the different sizes of the silencers. When he finally found the right one, he shoved it into the bag in his jacket and continued to walk down the aisles until he reached the one which held the bullets. As his fingers curled around the box containing the ones he needed, he also shoved it into the brown sack. As he slid it back into place underneath his blue jacket, he lit a cigarette and held it between his teeth as he walked towards the exit. Smoke flew from his mouth and up to the ceiling, still leaving the disgusting smell wafting around the area.

The newbie opened the gates up for him and he walked out, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips as he went back to his room with his hands in his pockets. As soon as he opened the door, he was met by being tackled with a tight hug. He looked down and smiled, resting a hand on the messy hair of the other who curled tighter, regardless of their height difference.

"I was so fucking worried, Paul! Why the hell did you leave?!"

"I had to grab some things, I didn't want to wake you." Paul reassured Patryk.

"I-I thought something happened to you, like they found out your plan. Don't ever leave me again, okay?"

He let out a soft laugh and smiled down at him, "Okay, I promise."

"Good. Now what did you get?" Patryk stood up to his full height and looked down at his partner who revealed a small sack of items. "Nice, we'll need those."

Just as Paul was about to say something, the door behind them both was kicked open and two guns were pointed at their heads immediately. The mere shock of how quick it happened stunned them both, but Paul was soon met with the butt of the gun smacking him in the face, causing him to fall backwards and land on the floor with a groan of pain.

"What the hell?!" Patryk yelled, kneeling on the ground next to Paul before a barrel was pressed to his temple.

"Red Leader wants to see you two, traitors." The man holding the gun said, the word paralyzing Patryk as he tried to stand up.

As the two men reached the office, they noticed first that Tord was standing behind his desk with his back towards them and his arm folded neatly just at the crook of his spine. The doors shut behind them, and they soon realized that they were alone in the room with the single most feared man in all of the base. His robotic arm creaked and whirred as he moved his fingers to make sure that they were still working properly, then he slowly turned around. His eyepatch was resting on his desk and his hair was still a bit messy, but the horns were still visible as the top of his hair ruffled into a point. As he faced the two, they both dropped their eyes in order to not stare at the burned mess that made up half of his face.

"Look at me." He said coldly. "Look me in the eyes, cowards."

Patryk knew better than to stare at Tord's past scars, but Paul looked up and did as he was told bravely. "We aren't the cowards."

"Excuse me?" Tord slipped on his eyepatch and bared his teeth angrily as his soldier talked with a tone he wasn't used to. "Are you calling me the coward?"

"I am."

With that, Tord swiftly walked over to the men and grabbed Paul by the neck, throwing him on top of his desk with all his might, yelling as he did so. Patryk flinched and tried to step forward to help his lover, but Tord glared at him warningly. "You stay where you are."

As Paul lay on the desk, using his arms to prop himself up, the Red Leader grabbed him by his hair and slammed his face down on the wood, snapping his nose in half and causing the smaller man to yell out in pain. Pulling his robotic arm back and shoving the soldier back onto the ground, he looked down at him with a glaring red eye.

"S-sir! Please stop!" Patryk yelled out, clasping his hands over his mouth after he realized what he said.

"Do not call me 'sir'! I am no longer your leader and you aren't my soldier! You are a traitor and you will be punished!" With that, Tord pulled out his pistol that rested on his hip and pointed it directly at Pat who held up his hands defensively.

"No! Don't shoot! He wasn't involved!" Paul screamed, holding onto Tord's leg in order to get his attention. "It was only me!"

Almost laughing in amusement, the leader looked down at the desperate man, kneeling so that they were face-to-face. "Do you love him? Are you trying to be a hero?" He asked mockingly.

Paul looked over at his man and and grunted when Tord yanked him up by his hair. "Just don't hurt him. Please, I planned it all."

"He's a traitor whether or not you did it all yourself." Growling, he kicked the man in the chest sending him flying halfway across the room and causing him to start having a laughing fit. Patryk could only close his eyes and try to drown out the painful sounds his friend was making. When Tord saw the way Patryk was acting and took this as an opportunity.

"Go to him."

With the permission, Pat fell to his knees next to Paul and helped him sit up comfortably. He desperately hugged him and tried to reassure him that everything would be okay. "Paul, it's okay. I'll take a bullet with you, don't hold all of the blame." He whispered quietly into his ear.

Paul yanked his body away and looked at Pat with saddened eyes. "I only used you."

"Oooh, the plot thickens." Tord said with a smirk, sitting on his desk while waving around the handheld gun.

"W-what?" Pat said sadly, standing up and backing away from the man, tears forming at the tips of his eyes.

"I needed men and you were the easiest to get. After you proved your allegiance to me, it was easier to get people on our side to rebel. I never loved you."

"But.. All those years.." He mumbled, the darkness filling his eyes.

"Yawn. Boring. Stop with all this drama." Red Leader said, standing up and cocking his gun. "Patryk. Do you still love him?"

"I.. I don't know." He admitted, his head bowing with a mix of shame and sadness. He gasped as a gun was shoved between his hands.

"Shoot him."