TWs: Kidnapping, needles/medical/surgical tools, blood (dried), insinuated killing, manipulation, gaslighting, betrayal (you guys gonna hate me), and freaking out/hyperventilating. Stay safe :)

Electrical lights buzzed above Tord, shining down on him. The light made him grunt, moving around in his unconscious state before squinting his eyes open.

The first thing he noticed was his arm and eyepatch were missing. He could've sworn he had them on before he...

Tord stopped in thought, 'Before I...? What did I do?'

He heaved himself in a sitting position, looking around the room he was in. The walls were white, looking to be made of some sort of smooth metal. The floor was made up of the same material. A dried dark red substance was next to what looked like an operating table.

Instead of freaking out, Tord wondered whose blood it was.

Slowly standing up, he saw another body a foot away and recognized it immediately.

"Tom?" Tord whispered, walking over to check on him. He kneeled and saw that he was knocked out, just like the Norsk was before. Tord gently shook him, "Come on, Jehovah, wake up."

Tom grumbled, opening his eyes before quickly closing them, "Agh, too bright..."

Tom did drink too much the night before, Tord remembered.

'But what happened after I took him home?' Tord questioned himself. It was all a blur to him.

"Where are we?" Tom rasped, covering his void eyes as he squinted at the other.

"I don't know," Tord responded, glancing around again. A faucet with cabinets was over by a wall, making the Norsk investigate it.

Vials were scattered around, with dried substances in some of them. A tray of items stuck out the most to him, containing a needle, a scalpel, forceps, retractors, a clamp, a needle holder, sutures, and surgical scissors.

Tord was able to connect the dots after seeing the items.

"I think we're in a surgical room." Tord turned to Tom, who was sitting up, staring wide-eyed at the room, "Jehovah?"

Tom just looked around the room as if he'd seen a ghost, "This place looks familiar."

"Wha-?"

Tord was cut off by one of the walls shifting in front of them. It descended to the floor, making room for someone standing behind bullet-proof glass.

"Father?" The ex-leader seethed.

"Welcome home, son." He spoke with scorn.

Wait, home?

'I'm back in Norway?' Tord's eyes widened as he looked at his father, "What are we doing here?"

Lynnedslag sighed as he looked at his son with feigned pity, "After all these years and you continue to disobey and disappoint me."

'Is he planning to manipulate me?' The Norsk furrowed his eyebrows.

"What happened to taking over the world, Tord?" He asked, "You were all for it when you were a teenager."

He heard Tom whisper a 'what' from behind him, making Tord huff.

"Your plan involved killing innocent people- that therapist had no involvement!" He yelled.

"He did! He was face-to-face with the Black Army's leader, and without his info, we would be lost to the Black Army's reign." The General spat back.

"The Red Army is already lost under your reign!" Tord took a step forward, "The soldiers that I do have are loyal to me, unlike yours, who you've most likely manipulated and gaslit to get your way."

Then his father smirked as if something was funny, "Oh? Last time I checked, not all your friends are loyal, son."

Tord opened his mouth, whispering, "What are you talking about?"

Then he snapped his fingers, motioning for something.

Someone walked into view next to the General, making Tord's breath halt.

"Pau...?"

It was another gloomy day in England as Edd was preparing breakfast and Matt was in his room getting ready for the day.

Pat, on the other hand, was freaking out.

He noticed Pau wasn't in bed this morning, and when he went to check on Tord, he was also missing. Tord's phone was on the floor, smashed to bits.

He tried to call Pau, but it went straight to voice mail.

Pat was beyond worried as he paced the living room. He tried to calm himself down, but it only seemed to make his panic worse.

That's when he got an idea. Maybe Edd or Matt knew where Tord was.

He quickly walked across the hall, knocking on Edd's door.

Edd opened the door, surprised to see Pat.

"Heyyy, Pat, right? Tord's roommate?" He said as he opened a cola can that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Ah, yes, about Tord- have you seen him?" Pat bit his lip.

Edd quirked an eyebrow, "No? Not that I can recall. He was here yesterday morning to bug me about making bacon for him, but that was the last I saw him."

Pat sighed, "Okay, thank you."

"Is something wrong?" The taller asked.

"I can't find Pau or Tord. I tried calling Pau, only for it to go to voice mail, and Tord's phone was destroyed."

Edd seemed to deflate, his eyes darkening, "What?"

"Hey, guys, what's happening?" Matt walked up to the doorway with a smile, as he had no clue what was happening.

"Matt, have you spoken to Tord recently?" Edd asked his friend.

"We were playing Uno yesterday 'cause we were bored, but that was it." Matt shrugged, "Why?"

"He's missing along with Pau."

"What!?" Matt exclaimed.

"We might as well search for them." Pat said, "Probably where they're most likely to hang out."

"Good idea; let me turn off the stove first." Edd went inside his flat to do so, prompting Matt and Pat to step inside his apartment to wait.

"What about Tom?" Matt questioned.

"What about him?" Edd spoke as he put breakfast food in containers for later.

"Is anyone going to fill him in on this?" The ginger frowned, "He may not like Tord, but he can at least help us if he's seen him or Pau around."

"Huh," The brunette in green looked at his friend, "Good idea, Matt."

"Why, thank you." Matt nodded as he got out his phone to call Tom.

It rang and rang and rang. It rang until it got to his voicemail.

"That's weird." Matt muttered as he looked at his phone screen, "Usually, he answers within one ring."

"Really? He answers my calls within three." Edd frowned.

Matt decided to text Tom, opening their messages. He sent a greeting, waiting for the dots to appear within a few seconds.

They never did.

Matt was starting to worry as he bit his lip and tapped his foot. He sent another text, only getting more antsy when the dots didn't appear.

"What is it, Matt?" Edd noticed the ginger's change in mood, prompting him to softly touch his shoulder.

"It's Tom- he's not answering- he always responds to me-" Matt was starting to hyperventilate, staring at his phone screen.

"Hey, hey- it's okay, Matt. We can just check his apartment." Edd soothed, "It'll all be okay."

Matt slowly nodded as Edd walked them to Tom's apartment.

Pat watched as Edd knocked on the door. A few seconds went by, and no one answered yet.

"Tom should be awake by now..." Edd glanced wearily around the hallway.

"I smell something," Matt spoke up, his eyes glowing red as he stared the door down.

"Smell what?" His friend looked at him.

"I dunno..." Matt spoke, "Someone else has been here."

With no hesitance, the vampire opened the door to the flat. Looking around the area, it looked like a wild animal was in the apartment at one point. Scratch marks along the sofa, some on the dining table and countertops, the coffee table was flipped over, and the television was smashed.

"Here," Matt said, looking at a piece of cloth on the floor. Pat and Edd walked over after their initial shock at the place, "And this."

Next to the cloth was a needle of some kind. It was devoid of any liquid, but the smell was still there for Matt to sense.

The ginger gently picked up the cloth, holding it up for Pat, "What's on this cloth?"

Pat kept his distance when smelling it. His eyes widened as he realized, "Chloroform."

Matt dropped the fabric as he and Edd looked at him in shock.

Pat started pacing around the room again, brushing his hands through his hair, "Pierdolić, pierdolić, pierdolić... zostali porwani."

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Polish =
Pierdolić - Fuck
Zostali porwani - They were kidnapped

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