He sat at his desk, cradling his head in his hands.

God, he was just so tired of this.

The soldiers of his army, his glorious Red Army, were dropping dead like flies, taking with them the respect that the others had for their leader. He was not a psychopath, he was a soldier. A leading, guiding flame for all of the pitiful men that followed him. He was not crazy.

"Letter for you sir." One of his more loyal comrades, a man by the name of Yuu peeked around the open door-frame tentatively.

"Come in. Bring it here." His head came up from his hands, and his startlingly blue eyes met the deep brown one's of his underling.

"Yessir." Yuu quickly walked forward and dropped the yellow envelope onto Tord's desk. "It arrived just minute ago."

"Thank you soldier, you may take your leave now." Tord didn't touch the envelope, his eyes scanned over it tiredly.

"Yessir, thank you sir." Yuu gave a curt nod and walked out of the room. He went back to whatever he had been occupied with.

Tord heaved a heavy sigh, the letter in his heads weighing a lot more to him mentally than psychically. He flipped it over and ripped the seal with a quick swipe of his pocketknife. The letter was from someone that he had hoped to never hear from again.

Dear Tord,

It been forever since we've spoken. You do know that you can talk to me? I'll listen to anything you have to say.

I really do forgive you for all of those things that happened. People make mistakes, it makes us human. I believe that you can make up for the destruction that you've caused.

Do you hate me? I hold nothing against you.

Can we talk?

Have you forgotten all of the good times? Has greed turned your heart black? I thought that you would come back after all of that.

Are you alive? Can you reply to one of my letters? If you are alive, are you okay? Can I see you?

I'm sorry if my letters are bothering you, but a clear response would be nice. I can't tell whether or not you hate all of us (Tom, Matt, and I, I mean). Do you? I hope that you don't. We didn't do anything to you.

Tom's cuts are healing up. He had to get twenty stitches to close up the one on his arm, and a few to fix his eyebrow.

Matt's still angry with you, his eye's healing up fine.

I didn't get hurt, but I do have quite a few things to discuss with you.

Can we meet up sometime?

Edd

He muttered something under his breath, spinning his chair to the big filing cabinet behind his oak desk. He opened a drawer and dropped the letter, put back into it's envelope, into it. He shut the drawer and spun back to his desk.

"Sir?" A soldier stood at the door, his eyes cold. "Another traitor has been found."

Tord's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Yanov, sir." The soldier's expression stayed flat, nothing showing in his cold brown eyes. "Yuu may also be traitorous, we are unsure at this time. We are interviewing him now."

"Faen." He cursed and stood from his seat, shaking his head.

Yanov sat in the cold room, his eyes scanning the space. He had no true idea as to why the strange commander had him contained there, and the few questions that he had asked had gotten him no answers. When the door opened noisily (all of the doors in the base creaked) all he could do was sit at attention in the company of his leader.

Tord sat down with a heavy sigh, placing his elbows on the table. He laced his fingers together, and nonchalantly rested his chin on them.

When the leader's eyes opened, Yanov knew he was in deep shit. There was a fire deep within the bright blue, an anger that he could never surpass.

"Do you know why you're here soldier?" Tord's voice didn't at all match his expression. His monotone drawl was more frightening then his yell in that moment.

"No sir, I don't." He met the Red Leader's eyes, trying not to convey his fear.

"You're here because you're a traitor." The man's eyes darkened, as did his tone. Yanov's breath caught. "In the last battle you assisted a man on his deathbed. One of the enemy."

"Sir, I was.."

"Silence!" Tord roared, Yanov stuttered. "I did not say you could speak. Nothing that comes out of your mouth will ever convince me of anything again."

Yanov looked down at his lap, knowing what was coming next.

"You'll go outside and take what you deserve." Tord said without emotion. "If you have any final announcements, say them now."

"I have no words sir." Yanov stood with his head bowed. He was pale as a ghost and on the verge of tears.

"Then I suppose I'll say them for you." Tord pointed his gun, Yanov paled further and put up his hands.

"Sir please..."

"Gud hvile din sjel." His hand was steady, and his heart was black.

BANG

Yanov flew back, hitting the wall as the bullet crashed through his skull. Tord didn't flinch when blood splattered across the room, some hitting his uniform.

The leader continued down the hall, leaving the body where it lay. He found the interrogation room where Yuu was being held, and entered silently.

The blonde sat with his head bowed, and his hands in his lap. He looked more forlorn then Tord had ever seen him.

"Yuu." The man flinched at the sound of his own name, it sounded almost like a curse. Tord sat down across from him.

"You can just kill me." Yuu's tone was dark, his blue eyes never left the wood grain of the table.

"And why should I do that?" Tord said without any hint of sweetness. There was no forgiveness in his words nor was there any trace of sympathy.

"You know why.." He looked up, his eyes blurred with tears. Tord met his weary gaze without blinking. "I knew you were going to kill them." The blonde looked away once again.

"Oh." A cruel smile snuck it's way across Tord's cold features. "Did you really?"

"Yessir." Yuu's voice broke, and he choked back tears. "I knew about what they did, all of them." He stopped to let out a whimpering sob. He bent in on himself, crying hard.

"I need more well informed soldiers Yuu." Tord's smile didn't fade. "You can live if you wish to."

"Just kill me." His voice didn't raise from just above a whisper. "I'm as innocent as they all were."

"They were traitors." The brunette's tone dropped, as did his malicious grin. "They deserved what they were given."

"They were your friends." He looked up sadly, his eyes dull. "They didn't do anything."

"They were soldiers, and they disobeyed my orders." His tone edged on a growl. "If you keep up this talk I will not give you another chance."

"They didn't get another chance so why should I?"

BANG

Yuu's eyes had barely widened when the bullet his his shoulder. He curled in on himself and stood.

"Kill me Red Leader. Show me what you really are." Yuu's expression flattened, and Tord aimed his pistol again.

"Unlike you, I am a man. I show no cowardice."

"Cowardice is nothing but a human trait sir." The blonde whispered something like a prayer for a moment before continuing. "Without it, I suppose you're just a monster."

"I know a few monsters, and I am not one of them." Tord growled.

"You murdered those men, you're most definitely a mons-"

BANG

"-ter..." Yuu fell to the side, a bullet in his chest. His eyes stared lifelessly forward from the floor.

Tord left bloody boot-prints as he walked back to his office.