In the present-day, in the destroyed remnants of what was once The City of London, Bing was anxiously pacing about as he impatiently waited for Eddie and Elliot to find a working-vehicle that would allow them to quickly catchup to the rampaging-Tom. His anxiety only grew with each scream of a roar that Tom would bellow throughout The City from a distance as he silently urged Eddie and Elliot to quicken their paces.
"What the bloody Hell is this?!" Bing demanded upon seeing Eddie pulling up to him in a Double-Decker Bus.
"Our new ride!" Eddie excitedly replied, feeling prideful of his achievement in locating such a unique vehicle.
"A Double-Decker Bus?!" Bing practically shrieked with rage since Eddie's choice of vehicle would not be practical in chasing after their postal-friend.
"It was the only available source of transportation!" Eddie sheepishly argued back, beginning to regret his choice of finding the Double-Decker Bus to be a suitable enough vehicle for their journey. Everyone then flinched upon hearing another, bellowing roar echo throughout The City.
"Just drive, man! Drive!" Bing shouted back as he hopped onto the Bus' doorstep. Eddie did as told and began to speed toward the direction of the previously-heard roar.
"Uh, guys? We have company..." Elliot attempted to warn as he looked out of the back-window only to duck once the window was suddenly shattered by a bullet. The robotic-adaptation of Kim was now chasing after their Bus by foot and quickly managing to catchup. Bing grabbed Katya's gun from Eddie's coat-pocket before climbing to the Bus' upper-deck. He fell to the floor once the Bus' upper-window was shattered by another bullet from Kim but he was quick to crawl into the back-seat of the upper-deck.
Bing mustered up enough courage to fully sit up and fire a few shots at Kim. When he missed every, single shot, Kim began using the inhuman-strength in her arms to swing from the street-lamps as Bing continued to attempt to shoot her. After failing to hit her even once, Kim managed to get close enough to the Bus to finally swing herself into the broken-window of the upper-deck, drop-kicking Bing in the process and causing him to drop his gun. When Eddie turned a sharp corner, the Pistol was sent tumbling down the Bus' metal, spiral staircase, the sound starling Eliot enough to gain his attention. Kim pointed her own Pistol at the disoriented-Bing, in preparation to shoot him but then she paused.
"No..." She whispered softly in Norwegian, with a glare as she lowered her Pistol.
"Too fast..." She then growled as she tossed her weapon to the floor. She then effortlessly yanked one of the metal-legs from one of the Bus' seats. The long, iron rod loudly scraped against the Bus' metallic floor as she dragged it behind her whilst slowly approaching her new victim. She then mercilessly began to beat Bing with the blunt, metal bar, the brunette wailing in agony as bruises began to form along his tender skin. At one point, Bing even felt his ribs shatter beneath the impact of one of Kim's strikes.
Meanwhile, Eddie released a scream of terror upon finally spotting Tom on the side of the road, savagely devouring the flesh from the face of a homeless-man of whom was not only still alive but was also calling out for someone to help him. Eddie's scream of course, caught the attention of Tom as the eyeless-man quickly turned his blurred-gaze toward the fast-approaching Bus. Tom released another roar before leaping in through the Bus' open-doors and instantly beginning to attack Eddie. Eddie strived to maintain control over the now-swerving Bus whilst also struggling to fend off Tom's attacks. Eddie managed to keep Tom's snapping-face from biting his own by keeping his hand on Tom's neck and keeping his arm outstretched to keep Tom's upper-half at a distance. However, this action did not stop the surprisingly-strong Tom from clawing at Eddie's chest with enough force to not only rip open his shirt but to also draw blood.
"Tom!" Eddie protested as he shoved two of his fingers into both of Tom's eye-sockets. Luckily for Eddie, this action caused Tom to completely freeze up before beginning to twitch, uncontrollably. At this point, Elliot took the opportunity to use the Pistol Bing dropped earlier to knock the distracted-Tom over the back of the head with just enough force to render him unconscious.
"look out!" Elliot then warned, causing Eddie to quickly return his attention to the road ahead of him only to see that the Bus had taken a turn down an alleyway and was about to hit a brick-wall. Eddie sharply turned the corner, which knocked Kim away from Bing as he managed to steer out of the alleyway just in time.
"No! Get out of the way!" Eddie shouted a warning to the people who were all forced to leap out of the speeding-Bus' path. Eddie's eyes then widened upon seeing that he was quickly-approaching a low-bridge. As Kim stood back up, using only her legs to effortlessly pick herself up from the floor of the Bus, she seemed confused once the badly-bruised Bing smirked up at her before rolling over onto his stomach and using his hands to shield the back of his neck. Just as Kim turned around to view what exactly it was that she, herself should have been taking cover from, she was crushed once the Bus' upper-deck struck the bridge, completely scraping it from the top of the Bus.
Kim was flattened against the bridge in a manner that was similar to that of a squashed-bug. All that was left of her was a large stain that was a mixture between oil and the melted-latex that once acted as her flesh. Bing weakly stood back up on what was left of the Bus' upper-deck, which was mostly just the floor at this point. He stared back at the bridge, relieved that one of Tord's monstrous creations had finally been destroyed once and for all as he stood there, bruised, broken, bloody and with a majority of his clothing ripped from his body. In the Norwegian Capital of Oslo, a week before The London-Comicon Massacre, Tord slowly began to approach the real, yet long-since dormant Tank that decorated the center of the small Capital. Tord's expression was unreadable as he stared up at the Tank, snow gently falling around him all the while.
Slowly, Tord reached out to touch the Tank's left-tire. Chills of excitement ran throughout his body, covering him in goosebumps but the chilling sensation was not caused by the cold. In fact, Tord was completely numb to the cold air, surrounding him as he smiled a wide smile of awe up at the Tank, his Grandfather's Tank. Tord was almost in a state of disbelief that his Grandfather's Tank had been beneath the noses of him and his Siblings all along with none of them ever realizing it.
"Edward..." Tord suddenly broke the silence, startling The Edd-Clone of whom had been standing behind him this entire time, to slightly jump. The Edd-Clone was already on high-alert since his focus was initially on protecting Tord from any, potential threats.
"Cover me..." Tord then ordered as he reached into the pocket of his coat to retrieve the old, rusted keyring that he and his Siblings would often use to unlock his Grandfather's Vacation-Home.
"Yes, Sir!" The Edd-Clone's voice deepened as he saluted Tord's command, his pupils briefly glowing a faint red within the darkness of the night.
"Don't you fall!" The Edd-Clone's voice then returned to normal once Tord began to climb to the top of the Tank. As The Edd-Clone stood guard over his Master, Tord used the smallest key on his Grandfather's keyring to unlock the padlock that was holding the Tank's lid shut. Of course, nobody even bothered to exit The Capital-Building in an attempt to stop them since the Tank was long-since believed to be a harmless, rundown background-decoration and tourists climbing all over it for photos was a common-sight.
"Edward!" Tord called out to his creation upon successfully managing to not only enter but to also turn on the Tank. The Edd-Clone was quick to join his Master within the safety of the Tank, shutting the Tank's lid behind him. The Tank's controls were not hard for Tord to quickly figure out as he carefully took aim at Oslo's Capital-Building and fired at the building with one of the Propylene-laced explosives that had been loaded into The Tank by his Grandfather long-ago.
"Tord! What are you doing?!" The Edd-Clone cried out, watching in horror as a white-fire rapidly spread throughout The Capital, setting off the various, other explosives that were kept within the building. Orange and blue flames soon danced within the bright-white light as the multi-colored fires quickly began to spread throughout The City.
"They abandoned my Grandfather in his time of need...They treated him as a joke...He is dead because of them..." Tord coldly explained his motives to his creation, his voice laced with a bitter hatred.
"But what about all of those innocent people you just obliterated?!" The Edd-Clone exclaimed.
"Nobody is truly innocent, Edward...From the moment you are born, you are a parasite that leaches from your mother's breasts..." Tord coldly retorted, not even bothering to so much as even glance over at The Edd-Clone as he began to steer his Grandfather's Tank out of the rapidly-burning City. Other than his Grandfather's Tank, there was nothing left for Tord in Norway. His Parents still lived there, sure but they were almost-always absent from his life due to their demanding-jobs. His Older-Siblings acted more as Parental-Figures to him than his actual Parents ever did throughout his lifetime and his Siblings were safely awaiting his return within a motel that was located far away from The City's outskirts.
His own Father even told him to man-up and stop being so sensitive when Tord initially approached him with his bullying-problem. Tord had many reasons to take just as much delight in the potential-demise of his Parents as he did when causing his other victims to parish. His Biological-Parents had already been dead to him for a long time. In the present day, helicopters were still working to attempt to smother the still-burning, white flames with their massive buckets of dirt since water only made the Propylene-flames worse. All of Oslo's buildings had long-since been melted down into shapeless lumps that resembled over-used candle-sticks. The smell of death and smoke filled the air as thick piles of ash covered the ground like the snow that once fell.
Blackened-bones littered the ash-coated cobble-stone, half of a skull being crushed beneath one of the massive tires of Tord's Tank as it drove towards what was left of The Oslo Police-Department. Circumstances had since changed over the course of a week. Perhaps Tord did have a reason to return to his nightmare of a Hometown after-all. The Edd-Clone, followed by Gary, Leila, Alex and Mariah all marched in front of the slow-moving Tank, all acting as Tord's main Bodyguards. Tord's massive Army of both loyal-followers as well as his Zombie-Bots followed closely behind the Tank in order to assist The Edd-Clone, Alex, Mariah and both of Tord's Siblings in completely surrounding his Tank for his protection.
"Is that a Tank?!" One of The Officers began to panic at the sight of an actual Tank approaching the small Police-Station that was already in shambles.
"We're not equip to fight that, especially not now!" Another Officer trembled with fear since they barely had enough weaponry to contain their own prisoners within their badly-damaged holding-cells. Tord opened the Tank's lid and stood up so he would be able to attempt to have a civil negotiation with The Police-Officers. However, he remained halfway inside of the Tank just in case he would need to duck back inside for cover if they at any point, began to shoot at him, something that at this point, all of The Officers were afraid to do. All Officers flinched once Mariah tossed her Megaphone up to Tord but then relaxed upon realizing that it was only a megaphone as Tord managed to perfectly catch it.
"You know who I am here for! Release him and no harm will come to you or fight me and die!" Tord announced into Mariah's megaphone, using his Native-Language. The Edd-Clone and Tord's Siblings all remained alert as they awaited a response from Oslo's Police in preparation to protect Tord at all costs. After a moment or two, a young-boy with shoulder-length, curly, brown hair was released from the crumbling Police-Station, the very-same, young adult of whom was responsible for shooting up Tord's old college.
The boy timidly approached Tord's Army as he had never been the best at social-skills. His guard began to lower at the warm, gentle smile Leila welcomed him with as she wrapped a small, dark-red, fleece blanket around his shoulders. The boy then allowed Leila to lead him into the safety of the center of Tord's Army, feeling comforted by the Maternal-presence of Tord's Older-Sister as well as the welcoming smiles from the human-counterparts of Tord's Army.
"Before I leave, I have a gift to offer you!" Tord then announced into the megaphone.
"What does he want now?" The First-Officer fearfully whispered to his partner.
"You have been trapped within a prison of your own for a long time! I cannot free you; only you have the ability to take your freedom! I offer you the gift of joining me and fighting for what you initially joined The Police-Force to fight for: Justice!" Once Tord finished his speech he aimed his Tank's barrel at the Police-Station.
The Officers all scrambled to take cover as he fired one shot at them. However, they all soon realized that broken shackles and chains where what had been fired at them instead of another explosive. One of the Officers picked up a broken-shackle and stared down at it, deep in thought. He knew what this broken-shackle was meant to represent and now, he was torn between two sets of morals. Tord braced himself to quickly return to the cover of his Tank, knowing full-well that the stunt he pulled was a risky move since The Police could very-well fire back at him and his Army upon realizing that his Tank was currently unloaded. However, Oslo's entire Police-Force soon exited the ruins of their station, followed by a select, few prisoners of whom had wrongfully been arrested.
"Papa! Papa!" The crowd of Police-Officers all began to cry out as they approached Tord and his Army.
"Are they saying, 'Papa'?" Alex asked with a look of bewilderment as The Edd-Clone prepared to fight all of them off if they got too close. Tord climbed out of the Tank and approached The Edd-Clone from behind, placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder, which caused the robot to flinch.
"Stand down..." Tord gently instructed. The Edd-Clone did as told but still remained alert, his eyes glowing red within the darkness of the night as he watched the opposing-crowd for any suspicious movements.
"Papa! Papa!" The Police all cried out to Tord, their former-prisoners soon joining in, all reaching for the raven-haired Norwegian as he approached them with caution. The crowd soon lifted Tord into the air, passing him along to one-another so they could all have a chance to touch him.
"My children..." Tord smiled with pure-bliss as he delightfully indulged in the crowd-surfing of his newest-followers. In the year of 2006, in The City of London: Edd, Matt, Tom and Tord had all just finished having breakfast at a small diner that was located in Trafalgar Square. Tord was feeling much better after having eaten a large breakfast as he happily posed for a selfie with an Eddsworld-fangirl.
"Thanks!" The Fangirl giggled before she left, hugging her Cellphone close to her chest.
"What is with everyone today?! Everyone just keeps coming up to you and saying: 'I love your hair! I love your shirt!' I hate everything about you!" Tom exclaimed as he pointed an accusing-finger at Tord.
"Tom! Stop being so rude!" Edd scolded upon seeing how dejected Tord appeared to be after Tom's fifteenth jab at him that day.
"Ah, lighten-up, Edd; I'm just joking around with him!" Tom naturally defended himself with a smirk. He was just as bad as Rebby in Tord's eyes.
"I don't think I like these types of jokes very much..." Tord finally admitted, out-loud.
"Awww! Is the big, bad Commie sensitive?" Tom mockingly began to baby-talk Tord with a smirk.
"Knock it off, Tom! Tord already said he doesn't like those kinds of jokes!" Edd further berated his eyeless-companion for continuing to tease Tord when he clearly was uncomfortable with it. Tord was impressed by how Edd stood up for him when Cheryl refused to do the same against Rebby. He even felt a bit touched by the action even though he was now internally beginning to reevaluate his relationship with Cheryl.
"At least I don't hate Christmas and go door-to-door like annoying Girlscouts...Jehovah's Witness..." Tord forced himself to retort, ultimately deciding to play along with Tom so the others would never know just how sensitive he truly was. However, his response was barely legible due to him still being just a bit, too timid to fully speak-up, even with Edd's protection.
"Oo! Burn!" Matt burst into laughter, along with Edd. Tom's face began to turn a bright shade of red as he began to shrink down behind the table. Tord smiled, wide at Matt and Edd's approval of his backlash before soon beginning to smirk since standing up for himself against Tom actually did make him feel a lot better.
"Hey! Those are my personal beliefs!" Tom complained, still feeling rather humiliated by Tord's deep, personal attack on him.
"You called ME a Commie first and I am not even Russian!" Tord pointed out, almost-instantly becoming irritated by Tom's hypocrisy.
"Exactly! I really am a Jehovah's Witness!" Tom further argued his point.
"Tom, that's enough! If you can dish it, you should be able to take it!" Edd sided with Tord against Tom.
"Yeah, really!" Tord agreed as he folded his arms over his chest.
"But...that's not fair!" Tom protested.
"Neither are your double-standards!" Tord pointed out.
"What double-standards?! You insulted my Religious-Beliefs!" Tom snapped back at him
"You insulted my Culture! Kinda..." Tord argued.
"Honestly, Tom? If you're just going to keep making a fuss, then you can just go home..." Edd sternly insisted.
"But I..." Tom began to attempt to defend his actions again but instead, he decided to just narrow his eyes at Edd due to his jealousy of Tord's close bond with him.
"Fine!" Tom spat, deciding that he no-longer wished to be around Tord anyway.
"Stupid Commie..." He then hatefully glared at Tord before storming out of the restaurant .
"Don't worry about Tom; he can be a bit of a downer sometimes..." Edd reassured Tord before placing an arm around him once he noticed the guilty look Tord held upon his countenance.
"Think it has anything to do with losing both of his eyes on New-Year's Eve?" Matt curiously pondered, out-lout.
"I can only say I'm sorry like, a million times!" Edd instantly became defensive since he was the one responsible for the loss of Tom's eyes.
"Besides, he can still see! I think..." Edd then added since it did indeed, seem as though Tom could still see just fine.
"Do you think I went too far?" Tord timidly decided to ask since he did in fact, attack Tom's personal-beliefs.
"Nah, we pick on each other all the time; he'll get over it once he realizes you're one of us, now." Edd further reassured him.
"Really? I am one of you?" Tord perked up, gradually feeling himself becoming excited at the thought of finally being accepted into a friend-group.
"Yeah! One of us!" Matt enthusiastically agreed. Although Tord would not be sure if Tom ever truly did accept him into the friend-group until he would learn the truth, much-later into the future.