On New-Year's Eve, in the year of 2003: Tord was adorned in his lesser-known, black trench-coat as he quietly sat at one of the many, iron outdoor-tables that rested within the center of the courtyard of The Community-College of which he, as well as his two, older siblings attended at the time. At that particular moment, he had been waiting for Gary and Leila to be finished with their own classes so that they could all walk home, together as they usually did. Since they attended a Community-College, living in dorm-rooms, on The College's Campus was thankfully, not an option. Tord, most of all, was relieved by this since he was naturally a shy person and the thought of sharing a room with a complete-stranger horrified him. To pass the time, Tord had been deeply inthralled within the process of sketching a young girl of whom would be depicted to be holding a Magnum-Pistol.
Drawing had once always been a secret, pastime hobby for Tord and one of his favorite things to sketch at that particular point in time were young, beautiful women. Even though he had never planned to allow anyone to actually view his personal, private sketches, Tord still focused, intently on making sure that every, last detail of every, single curve would look absolutely perfect, his breaths were visible in the cold, Winter weather of Norway as he panted, heavily from the exhaustion of his intense concentration. Tord had been so distracted with the sketch of which he had been working so hard on, that he had neglected to notice that both of his siblings were about to approach him from behind. This of course allowed Gary to effectively startle his younger-brother by loudly screaming as if his life were in danger and running over to Tord to playfully grab his shoulders from behind. Naturally, Tord jumped with a tiny gasp before slamming his sketchbook shut and instinctively hugging it to his now-pounding chest in order to protect its contents from the prying-eyes of whom he perceived to be a potential-attacker. Gary chuckled before playfully ruffling his younger-brother's light-blond hair as Tord gradually began to relax upon realizing that his initial, perceived threat had only been his eldest-sibling all along.
However, Leila merely rolled her eyes in response to her fully-grown brother's immature nature. Both of Tord's older siblings were also dressed in heavy, black trench-coats of which were both identical to Tord's in order to protect themselves from the harsh, icy weathers of which Europe had often been known to produce.
"You scared the piss out of me..." Tord sighed with minor irritation as he slid his sketchbook back into his olive-green Messenger-Bag.
"Yeah? Well, the way you just sit out here, all by yourself, all day scares the piss out of me. Why don't you go, make some friends, huh?" Gary remarked as Tord closed his Messenger-Bag before standing up from his seat.
"I don't need any friends; I have you guys..." Tord nervously replied with a gentle smile as he brushed any traces of snow off of his lovely bottom. Though, Tord's explanation had only been half of the truth: The other half was simply that attempting to converse with strangers made him extremely anxious. Come to think of it; a lot of things made Tord extremely anxious, most of which involved social-activities.
"Yeah but wouldn't you like to have someone to hang out with when Leila and I aren't around?" Gary then gently suggested with a warm smile of his own. Tord's expression became saddened as he took the time to think about Gary's statement. He truly had become lonely at the time with both of his parents at work all of the time and sometimes, he felt as if the company of his older-siblings would never truly be enough for him.
"Come on, boys; we still have a lot to do before the party, tonight." Leila then interrupted the conversation that had been taking place between her two brothers in order to remind them of that night's New-Year's Eve celebration of which they all still had to prepare for. As the siblings began to walk together, along the sidewalk, to their next destination, Tord lingered behind his two, eldest siblings as he normally did when they would walk home, together. Tord would then tune out Gary and Leila's conversation about their daily-struggles of College-Life since the only thing that he could bring himself to focus on at that, particular moment was how bothered he had been by the fact that he had never gotten to finish his drawing. Tord detested not being able to finish any tasks that he had taken the time to begin, after all.
The siblings then made their next stop by their town's small Grocery-Store to buy all of the supplies that they would be needing for their small, New-Year's Eve party. Sure, it would just be the three of them since their parents would be working late that the night but decorating for The Holidays was tradition for The Wellhaven-Siblings. Besides, parties were always fun even if they did only consist of three people.
"Oo! We are definitely getting one of these!" Gary mischievously grinned as he pointed to the largest firework on the shelf.
"Why? So you can blow us all the way to Sling-Crap Asia?" Leila remarked. Tord rolled his eyes as he once again began to tune out Gary and Leila's bickering before taking a seat on one of the isles' end-caps. He then pulled his sketchbook back out of his Messenger-Bag and quickly got back to work on completing his drawing. Once his masterpiece had finally been completed, Tord smiled in satisfaction as he silently admired his own, hard work.
"Little-Brother, did you draw that?" Gary once again, though unintentionally, this time, startled Tord out of his train of thought. He had initially approached Tord to retrieve him since Leila had begun the process of checking-out their celebration-supplies and they were almost ready to leave. That was, until he had caught a glimpse of his little-brother's artwork and was impressed by what he saw.
"No!" Tord lied before once again, quickly slamming his sketchbook shut in a vain attempt to keep his secret-hobby hidden from the public-eye.
"Oh, yeah? Then who did?" Gary playfully smirked since he had known his younger-brother for long enough to easily be able to tell when he was lying to him. It did not help that Tord also happened to be a terrible liar at the time.
"Um...I don't know...The Mail-Man? I found it at School..." Tord then spouted off another string of unbelievable lies which only further proved Gary's suspicions to be correct.
"Hey!" Tord then gasped when Gary suddenly snatched the sketchbook away from him. Naturally, Tord tried to take back his sketchbook but Gary was easily able to hold the book up, high enough to be out of his reach since Tord was so much shorter than he was.
"Why would the Mail-Man have your notebook?" Gary then pointed out the fact that Tord's name had clearly been written on the cover of the sketchbook with a Silver-Sharpie. Tord then proceeded to mentally curse his mother for labeling all of his school-supplies as he desperately began to hop in a vain attempt to retrieve his most-private thoughts.
"Wow, Little-Brother...These are really good..." Gary then gave an honest compliment as he quickly flipped through all of Tord's sketches.
"Y-You really think so?" Tord then asked with a modest blush when Gary's reaction to his deep, private drawings had been a positive one. His initial-fear was that if anyone were to ever see his mostly, erotic drawings, that they would be disgusted with him or perhaps even think less of him as a person.
"Yeah! You should totally post these online!" Gary then excitedly suggested.
"W-What?! N-No! I couldn't..." Tord's face turned completely red with embarrassment as the mere-thought of his erotic-sketches being posted onto the internet for the whole World to see nearly sent him into a panic-attack. However, the fact that Gary, alone thought that his drawings were good enough to be posted online had Tord reconsidering the idea since he looked up to his older-brother and greatly valued his opinions.
"Nonsense! Let me set up a SheezyArt-Account for you when we get home. Think of it as a New Year's Resolution: The day you finally put yourself out there!" Gary insisted and once The Siblings had arrived to their small, humble, two-story home, Gary did just that: He created an account on the website that had once been known as SheezyArt for Tord; an account of which went by the screen-name of KalashniCola.
As Gary then proceeded to scan all of Tord's drawings onto his laptop before then proceeding to upload all of them onto the internet, Tord kept his face buried into both of his hands from the disbelief that he was actually allowing his brother to make his once-private drawings public to the entire World. Once he had reached the final drawing in the sketchbook, Gary took the time to then show Tord how the process of uploading images to the internet worked so that his little-brother would be aware of how to easily upload any future-drawings that he may have wanted to create. Tord nervously rubbed his shoulder, feeling uncertain about all of his current choices in life as he viewed his completed-profile for the first time.
"Relax, Little-Brother; I post stuff to this website all of the time." Gary then reassured upon sensing his youngest-sibling's unease.
"Are you going to help me, Gary?!" Leila could then be heard angrily shouting from downstairs which startled both Tord and Gary into flinching, slightly.
"Alright, I am going to go, help Leila with the party." Gary gave a nervous chuckle as he got up from Tord's desk-chair.
"Good luck with your New-Year's Resolution!" Gary then encouraged with a sing-song voice before affectionately ruffling Tord's hair and then heading downstairs to assist his sister, mostly with the preparation of that night's celebratory-dinner. Tord sat down at his desk with a sigh of reluctance only to cringe upon seeing that Gary had chosen to make one of his naughtier drawings his profile-picture whilst also making another one of his sketches his account's background-image. Not wanting people to get the wrong idea and mistake him for a female, Tord took the time to begin the creations of two, different animations of himself, using The Adobe-Flash Program. The process of creating these animated-gifs took Tord quite a bit of time but as he worked on his gifs, his siblings were outside, preparing to launch a few of the fireworks of which they had purchased from The Grocery-Store earlier that day, into the night-sky.
"Are you sure you sure you know what you are doing?" Leila questioned her older-brother's thought-process as she took cover behind their outdoor-trashcans.
"Relax, Sister; I've seen Dad do this a million times. How hard can it be?" Gary reassured as he lit the fuse to the largest firework of which he had purchased from The Grocery-Store, earlier that evening, despite Leila's outspoken-concerns for their family's safety. Once the fuse had been lit, Gary ran to take cover behind the trashcans with his sister. However, both siblings were disappointed when the fuse completely burned out and nothing happened.
"Ugh! It must be a dud..." Gary grumbled a complaint beneath his breath before approaching the firework with the intentions of closely inspecting it.
"Gary, no!" Leila called out to Gary as he bent over to pick up the supposed dud of a firework.
"Ah! There!" Tord smirked with satisfaction once both, his new SheezyArt account's profile and background images had successfully been replaced with his two, newest creations: His profile-picture was now an animated-gif of a cartoon-caricature of his smirking-face slowly fading into a skeleton's skull that was complete with red, glowing eyes whilst his background-image was another cartoon-caricature of himself sitting at a desk, complete with animated, blinking eyes as well as a moving, flickering flame for the candle that rested upon the desk of which belonged to his cartoon-counterpart. Tord then flinched at the nearly, deafening sound of a firework exploding from just outside of his bedroom-window, followed by several, sudden pops to match the bright, colorful flashes of which temporarily illuminated his once-darkened bedroom.
"Ow, my foot..." Tord could then hear Gary nonchalantly state from outside. Tord tightly frowned whilst his eyes remained comically-wide with surprise. Though he was afraid to look out of his bedroom-window to view just what had exactly happened to his older-brother, he knew that they would all most-likely be spending the rest of their New-Year's Eve in The Hospital, that night. The next morning: Tord had since changed into his famous, red hoodie as he sat at the breakfast-table with Gary of whom now sported the bright-red, peeling skin of a sunburn, along with a receding-hairline of which due to his curly, brown hair, gave him an appearance that was similar to that of Larry from The Three Stooges.
Gary was also now missing his eyebrows as he cheerfully sang Scat-Music alongside their kitchen's small radio as if nothing had gone awry the night before.
"Nom! Nom! Nom! Nom!" Tord grumpily munched away at his Funky-Flakes, feeling utterly exhausted since he and Leila were basically forced into staying awake throughout most of the night whilst they had accompanied Gary during his trip to The Hospital.
"If you ever do that again, I will smack the crap out of you..." Leila groggily scolded as she began applying lotion to Gary's burn-wounds. This action of course, caused the eldest-sibling to lightly hiss, in pain.
"Ah, lighten-up, Sister; you cannot start The New-Year off without a...bang!" Gary joked in response, followed by a cheeky grin.
"This is not funny! You heard what The Doctor said! You are lucky you still have all of your stupid fingers!" Leila snapped before changing the radio to another station that just-so happened to be playing the song: Suicide Is Painless.
"I still don't understand why you would try to grab a lit-firework..." Tord then remarked as he finished the last of his breakfast. Very slowly, Gary narrowed his eyes at his youngest-sibling.
"How can you 'not understand'?" Gary growled, instantly becoming defensive.
"I mean...Were you drunk or something?" Tord casually shrugged in response.
"I thought it was a dud!" Gary defended. If his skin had not already been a neon shade of red at that particular moment, Tord would have clearly been able to make out a faint blush of embarrassment across his eldest-sibling's countenance as Gary held up his hands in defense of his prior-actions.
"Never-mind! Forget the stupid fireworks! Sooo...still on the subject of New-Year: How are you doing with your Resolution, Mr. Artist?" Gary then decided to change the subject with a wink of encouragement.
"My what?" Tord was confused at first since he was still a bit groggy from staying awake for nearly the entire night until he remembered the new account on SheezyArt that he had acquired the night before and that anyone from around The World would now be able to view all of his erotic-sketches.
"Honestly, I'm not sure...I haven't checked on it since last-night..." Tord sheepishly explained with a small blush of embarrassment as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He was then startled enough to drop his milk-covered spoon onto the floor once Gary had suddenly stood up from his chair to slam both of his palms down, onto the kitchen-table with a huge grin of excitement.
"Well, then; what are we waiting for?! Let's go check it out!" Gary suggested as he grabbed Tord's arm and practically began to drag him up the stairs.
"Ow! Gary, wait!" Tord gasped in surprise as he nearly tripped whilst stumbling after him.
"Well, well, welly, welly, well! Looks like the new artist already has a few fans!" Gary smirked with pride for his little-brother's newest achievement whilst Tord appeared surprised to see three, new comments on his new profile's front-page.
"Dude! Your profile rules!" Said the first comment from a user of whom went by the screen-name of Eddsworld.
"Dude! You rock! I'm gonna Watch you now! Yeah!" Commented another page that went by the screen-name of BackwardsTwin2.
"Awesome! You're ultra-godlike!" The final comment was from a profile that went under the screen-name of Crybaby.
"Oh-ho! You even have a couple of fangirls!" Gary grinned once he had opened the Crybaby-profile to reveal that it was owned by a young girl of whom went by the name of Cheryl.
"Howdy!" Gary then decided to leave a comment on her page from Tord's profile, deciding that he would need to give his younger-brother another push toward his new social-life.
"Stupid Gary! Why?!" Tord immediately pushed his older-brother away from his laptop, blushing heavily from embarrassment upon realizing that the comment had already been posted and that there was nothing he could do to remove it.
"Because, Little-Brother: You need a social-life, you need to put yourself out there, make new friends, talk to people!" Gary encouraged him with a voice that was full of excitement.
"Alright! Alright! Just let me be the one to reply to the other comments so they don't think I belong on a Funny-Farm or something..." Tord begrudgingly negotiated.
"Have fun with your new Resolution, Little-Brother!" Gary chuckled before once again, playfully ruffling Tord's hair and leaving the room. Tord merely rolled his eyes in response to his eldest-sibling's pushy nature before taking his rightful seat at his desk-chair.
"Thanks..." Tord simply replied to the two, remaining profiles with a sigh.
"You're like a god!" The Eddsworld profile was the first to reply, almost immediately which caused Tord to slightly perk up, in surprise.
"Oh, I don't know about that..." Tord replied to the account with a chuckle at the enthusiasm of whomever it belonged to.
"But it's true! You're like so badass and you like almost all of the same stuff I like!" Eddsworld replied again. Tord smiled, wide with a newfound sense of excitement as he began to feel comfortable enough around this person to open up to him a little more about at the very-least, whatever common-interests they would have happened to share. Tord would spend the next hour conversing with Eddsworld about their favorite movies, hobbies and generally, about both of their lives in general.
From their conversation: Tord learned that Eddsworld was a young man of whom went by the name of Edd, that he lived in London and that he currently shared a College Dorm-Room with another man of whom went by the name of Matt. He also learned about Edd's animation hobby when Edd had sent him a few links to the animations of which he had uploaded to a website that was known as: Newgrounds. Tord was impressed by Edd's skills in animation as he found himself coming out of his shell enough to tell Edd more about his own life.
Edd seemed tremendously impressed by the fact that Tord lived in Norway and instantly began to bombard him with questions about his culture of which Tord would enthusiastically answer. Tord even taught Edd how to say a few curse-words in his Native-Language. Soon, Tord felt himself beginning to feel comfortable enough around Edd to begin joking around with him, despite the fact that he still tried to act as if he were tough and edgy, in an attempt to continue to impress his new friend.
"L.O.L! Howdy, partner!" The Crybaby-account finally replied to the comment that Gary had left on her page whilst using Tord's account. Tord blushed from embarrassment as he mentally began to curse his brother for his previous shenanigans.
"Sorry about that; my idiot-brother thought it would be funny to send that." Tord explained in his reply.
"R.O.T.F.L! Happy New-Year, B.T.W! Did you do anything fun?" Crybaby then instantly replied, followed by a smiley-face emoticon.
"I let my brother talk me into making this account for my: "New-Year's Resolution," as he calls it; other than that, I mostly spent the night in The Hospital." Tord replied as he rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle.
"You spent the night in The Hospital?! Why?! What happened?!" Eddsworld instantly commented on Tord's page since he had obviously read over Tord's conversation with Cheryl.
"My idiot-brother thought it would be a good idea to try and grab a lit-firework with his bare-hands, almost blew all of his stupid fingers off. We had to literally drag him to The Hospital, kicking and screaming..." Tord explained on Eddsworld's page as he released a sigh of mild irritation at the memories of last-night's events.
"Did anything interesting happen at The Hospital?" Crybaby then decided to ask Tord.
"Other than my brother crapping his pants and me accidentally getting myself locked in a restricted-area, no." Tord replied to Crybaby with another chuckle.
"Our New-Year's Eve got pretty explosive too: Matt messed something up on the fireworks-cannon and it shot fireworks right into the girls' locker-room window!" Eddsworld then admitted on Tord's page.
"Wow..." Tord literally laughed, out-loud before replying to Eddsworld's comment.
"I know! A bunch of naked-girls ran out, screaming: "Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!" Then this one guy with spiky, brown hair and a blue-hoodie comes out of one of the buildings and a firework hits him right in the bloody eye!" Eddsworld then finished his story in his next reply to Tord.
"L.O.L! Did you get in trouble?" Crybaby then decided to ask Eddsworld.
"No, me and Matt basically spent the rest of the night buying junk-food from The Convenient-Store, down the street to create an alibi." Eddsworld then responded to Crybaby's question.
"Sounds like you're the real badass here..." Tord then commented on Eddsworld's profile, in response to his entire story.
"You're just as badass too, Tord." Crybaby then commented on Tord's profile with a winky-faced emoticon. Tord's face then began to heat up until his cheeks were almost as red as his hoodie. He mentally began to question if this girl were actually flirting with him at the moment whilst also beginning to question how he would feel about it if she was flirting with him.
"Well, this has been fun but I have to go help Matt put up all this food we bought. I'll talk to you guys later." Eddsworld then excused himself before going offline and leaving Tord, all alone with this flirtatious-female. Tord felt a bit disappointed that Edd had gone offline since he really did enjoy talking to him but he figured that he might have just as much fun talking to this Crybaby-account as well. Deciding to once again follow the advice of his older-brother, Tord then proceeded to attempt to increase his social-life by engaging in further conversation with Crybaby.
The two mostly conversed about their favorite video-games, most of which just-so happened to be First-Person Shooter-Games. Throughout their conversation, Crybaby would occasionally leave an inappropriate, flirtatious comment on Tord's page. By the end of their conversation, Tord felt his body's temperature becoming so heated from his constant blushing, that he had been forced into removing his red-hoodie, revealing the tight, black tank-top of which he had been wearing underneath, in order to cool himself off. However, Tord found himself beginning to flirt with the girl back, his replies to her becoming equally as inappropriate as his skin began to glisten with beads of sweat. As the two began to converse more about their personal-lives, Tord learned that Cheryl also lived in London, fairly close to Edd's College, except for the fact that she shared an apartment with another girl instead of a College, Dorm-Room.
"That's kinda hot." Tord smirked as he left yet-another, flirtatious comment on Crybaby's page, followed by the same winky-faced emoticon of which he had just learned how to create from her.
"What are you? Some kind of pervert or something?" Tord was then surprised to see this extremely, unfriendly comment on his profile from BackwardsTwin2 when he had been expecting Crybaby to reply to one of his comments with something nice.
"Excuse me?" Tord replied to his third-commenter of that day as he was now beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable by the sudden hostility that had just assaulted his front-page, seemingly out of nowhere.
"L.O.L! It's okay, Tord; I know her. She just likes to joke around." Crybaby was quick to attempt to defuse the situation with another winking-emoticon. Tord released a nervous chuckle because he was clearly unsure of how to feel about this BackwardsTwin2 person's strange brand of comedy. He reassured himself that he would develop a sense of humor over time before logging offline for that evening.
In the present day, in rubble of what use to be The City of London: Eddie was frantically attempting to give an unconscious-Elliot C.P.R. next to what was left of Bing's nearly-destroyed, waterlogged, badly-dented car.
"Come on, Elliot! Wake up, please!" Eddie begged as he desperately began to push down on his friend's chest in an attempt to pump any fluids out of his lungs. After coughing up a bit of bile, Elliot awoke with a gasp before sitting up to begin to desperately attempt to draw fresh Oxygen into his lungs.
"Elliot! You're okay!" Eddie was quick to pull his friend into a hug that was far-too tight which of course, caused Elliot to grunt with discomfort.
"W-What...happened?" Elliot groggily questioned as he placed a hand over his forehead in a vain attempt to sooth his pounding-headache.
"Don't worry; I called you an ambulance while you were unconscious..." Eddie reassured.
"You're an ambulance! You're an ambulance! You're an ambulance!" He then explained that he had quite-literally pointed at Elliot's unconscious-body whilst mockingly calling him an "ambulance," several times.
"Really, Eddie?" Elliot narrowed his eyes in irritation, appearing greatly unamused as Eddie merely offered a playful giggle in response. Elliot then attempted to stand up only to cry out in pain and fall back down, to the ground upon realizing that his left-leg had been shattered, in two places during Tord's Giant-Robot attack on London.
"What's wrong?" Eddie questioned as his smile of amusement now faded into a frown of slight-concern.
"I'm broken..." Elliot groaned in response as he winced from the sheer-agony of his injuries.
"You're broken?" Eddie questioned with confusion in his voice as he began to examine his friend's appearance for any signs external-injuries.
"M-My leg..." Elliot clarified with a small grunt.
"A-Alright, hold on..." Eddie reassured before quickly scooping Elliot up, into his arms so that he would now be able to carry him in a Bridal-Style. The action caused Elliot to practically howl with pain as his severed-bones caused his already-scrawny leg to hang, unnaturally limp over Eddie's wide, beefy arm. As Eddie placed Elliot into the Passenger's seat of what remained of Bing's car, Elliot began to stare off, into the distance when a horrifying sight caught his eye.
"E-Eddie? What is that?" Elliot then pointed a trembling-finger to where his wide, fearful eyes had been staring as Eddie carefully began to strap a seatbelt around his friend's thin torso. Eddie turned his head to see the silhouettes of what appeared to be two women standing amongst the now, ankle-deep waters that flooded the city's ruins. Both of the women appeared to be holding hands with each other.
"Hello?!" Eddie called out to the two, mysterious women as he stood up and turned around to fully face them.
"Eddie, no!" Elliot attempted to warn Eddie about something alarming that only he had taken notice of about the two women but that Eddie still had neglected to notice.
"Stay in the car..." Eddie directed as he began to approach the two, feminine figures.
"Do you need any help?!" Eddie once again called out to them only to freeze in his tracks upon realizing just how unnaturally-tall that these two women really were. One of the street-lamps that had miraculously, still been left standing after the massive tidal-wave of stinking water, fell just short of the shoulders of both of the women. Both of the unusually-tall women then ran off into two, separate directions at inhuman-speeds that allowed them to quickly disappear from Eddie's line of vision. Eddie was quick to sprint back over to the car and quickly climb into the Driver's seat before frantically attempting to start the vehicle with the keys that Bing had thankfully forgotten to remove from the ignition upon abandoning his vehicle on London's bridge, earlier that morning.
Thankfully, after a few, desperate cranks, Bing's Cadillac finally roared to life with a slight gurgle due to the liquid that currently filled the motor. Eddie let out a small, yet nervous chuckle of relief when one of his attempts to start Bing's car had been successful. However, his relief was short-lived when the back-windshield had been punctured by three bullets, the final bullet causing the glass to completely shatter. Eddie and Elliot turned around to see a thin, tall, monstrous version of one of Tord's original characters: Kim, standing behind the car with a darkened glare as she pointed her Pistol at them.
Eddie threw Bing's car into reverse, letting out a small yelp of pain when Kim fired at him a few, more times, managing to successfully pierce the back of his bicep with one of her bullets. Kim then dropped her gun when Eddie backed Bing's car into her at full-speed, pinning her against the crumbling remains of what was once the brick-wall of one of the many buildings that had been destroyed during Tord's attack on The City. Kim merely winced as she struggled to free herself from in between the wall and the bumper of Bing's car. Elliot then screamed in horror when an equally-terrifying version of Katya: Another one of Tord's original creations, leapt onto the hood of the car and began to unload her own Pistol into the vehicle's front-windshield.
Katya managed to shoot a few holes into the windshield as Eddie began to speed forward. She was then temporarily caught off-guard when Eddie had turned on the windshield-wipers in an attempt to knock her off of the car's hood. Katya had been effectively distracted as she watched as the windshield-wipers repeatedly waved across the vehicle's cracked-windshield with mild confusion as to what they were until Eddie suddenly slammed onto the breaks, this time, effectively throwing her from the hood of Bing's car and into into a nearby-ditch.
"Go! Go! GO!" Elliot then cried out as Eddie turned the car around to face the street in order to speed away from two more of Tord's dangerous, robotic creations. Using only her unnaturally-long legs to pick herself back, up from the ground, Kim stood up, slightly wobbling as she bent over to pick her gun back, up. Part of her latex, fleshy covering had been ripped from her midsection, revealing several of the metallic gears that turned and pumped within her.
She stumbled over to the ditch that Katya had been thrown into only to frown with a mixture of concern as well as deep sadness upon discovering that her partner had been impaled by several, jagged, steel construction-bars that had been protruding from the eroded-ground. Oil dripped from Katya's wounds instead of blood as she began to twitch and spark.
"Finish them..." Katya darkly muttered her final words in Norwegian, oil trickling from the corner of her mouth before her robotic-body completely shut down. Kim nodded with a glare of determination as she began to reload her Pistol. She reassured herself that their creator would be able to repair who he had programmed to be her lover as she stood up and slowly began to walk down the street, following in the same direction of which Eddie and Elliot had fled from her in whilst driving Bing's car.