TWs: Weapons, divorce mention, death/killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting, prison mention, glass/sharp objects, and blood. Stay safe :)
"Ah, son, I was expecting you sooner," Lynnedslag spoke from the middle table, moving chess pieces around.
"I had to take the scenic route," Tord replied.
"What, the little demon can't handle a little pain?" His father huffed as he placed a chess piece on England.
Edd, who was still hiding under the desk and started to cramp, pulled out the folder and continued to read the divorce papers.
Tord's father placed his hand on the gun lying on the table beside him.
"How are we going to do this, Tord?" He grumbled, "The easy way, with you surrendering- or the hard way, with us seeing who has the better reaction time?"
"I like the sound of the second option," Tord smirked.
"Oh? I fail to see how considering your mother had a bad reaction time."
Tord glared at him, "What?"
"She had a horrible attention span; her stubbornness got in the way sometimes, wildly impulsive. She was worse when it came to reaction time- she knew her killer, yet didn't stop him."
Tord hesitated, "You know who killed her...?"
"Of course I do- after all, he's the person who has been there with you the entire time."
The only person Tord trusted during his childhood years was...
Tord's eyes widened, "No..."
Pau watched as Lieutenant General Kirillovich stepped into the room.
"What do I owe the pleasure, Colonel Oostveen?" Klimov asked, smirking.
"It's Major Oostveen." Pau corrected.
"Oh, right- I forgot you failed those training courses thousands of times." Klimov glimpsed around his desk, "Looking for something, Major Oostveen?"
"Where is it?" Pau scowled.
"Where's what?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Don't play dumb," Pau snapped, "You have her hairpin- where is it?"
"Oh, this old thing?" Klimov took something out of his jacket pocket, revealing a snowdrop hairpin.
"That doesn't belong to you."
"It doesn't belong to you either."
Pau furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at the Lieutenant.
"Be careful, or else the demon might escape..." Klimov uttered. He put the hairpin back in his pocket, "If you want this hairpin, you'll have to kill me first."
"Gladly," Pau growled as he advanced toward Klimov.
"You're lying- you always lie." Tord scowled as he propped his gun up.
"I saw it with my own two eyes," Lynnedslag spoke.
Tord bit his quivering lip, "I don't believe you."
Edd read over the final divorce paper, about to close the folder, when he noticed a stray folded piece of paper sticking out. He grabbed it, quietly unfolding the page.
It was addressed to a 'William' as were some previous letters he had seen before. This one was the General writing about how 'William's life in prison was. When reading the bottom of the paper, he froze.
'Oh my-' Edd's thought process was stunned, 'This is fucked up.'
The General was lying to Tord about who killed his mother. The truth was written right here. If only he could communicate to Tord about that.
"You should believe me. He was unemotional about the whole thing, didn't shed a single tear." Lynnedslag continued.
"Wonder whose fault that was." Tord spat.
Lynnedslag huffed as he picked up his gun, "If you're so sure about the reaction time thing... then whoever makes it out of this room lives to see another day. Good luck, son."
"I won't need it coming from you."
There was a pause as Edd's breath hitched, hoping Tord would come out perfectly fine.
Two gunshots were fired.
Pau jerked back as he was punched in the shoulder with Klimov's brass knuckles. He grunted as he held it, stepping away from the Lieutenant.
Klimov clicked his tongue, stepping forward, "What's the matter, Major? Had enough? I thought you were trained better than this."
Pau growled deeply. His monster instincts were slowly taking over as the fight went on. His hands were turning pink, his fingernails were magenta and razor-sharp, magenta horns slowly protruded from his head, and pink fur scattered along his body. His face felt like it was morphing already, but he kept it together.
"Turning into a monster won't fix your problems, kid." Klimov frowned, wiping off the bloody scar he managed to get from Pau, "What you need is a little... restraint!"
Before Pau could react, the Lieutenant punched him in the nose with his brass knuckles, making him jolt back as his body went with his head's movement.
Glass shattered as Pau hit the display case, making him groan in pain as he fell to the ground. Glass shards fell on top of him and around him as Klimov chuckled.
"This was fun, Major Oostveen." He spoke as he studied Pau's crippled form.
Pau's gaze was clouded as blood rushed out of his nostrils, and his head swayed as he peered up at Klimov with a scowl.
Pat was walking the hallways, trying to find Pau. He and Yan decided to go separate ways- Yan searching North and Pat searching South.
He got to a section that was void of soldiers. It was eerily quiet.
Until he heard something shatter down the hallway, making him freeze before running towards the sound.
The door was open, so Pat looked inside carefully, nearly gasping when he saw Pau.
"What's with the face, Major?" The Lieutenant asked, "You should have known this wasn't going to be easy."
Pau said nothing, only rasping out a few breaths.
"After all these years, you still can't get over her..." Klimov shook his head in feigning pity, then scowled, "She's dead, kid. All because of you."
Klimov raised his handgun, aiming it at Pau.
"I'm about to do unto you what you did unto her."
Before he could click it, Pat grabbed a smoke bomb and threw it at the far side of the room before knocking Klimov over, making him drop the gun.
"Что за черт!?" Klimov blindly looked around for the perpetrator.
Pat leaped down to grab the gun.
When the smoke was insufficient, the Lieutenant turned around just in time for Pat to click and shoot the gun.
Clay ran down the hall, backtracking when he saw Matt and Tom in a room.
"Oi!" He called, "Red said to gather everyone away from the base."
"Red?" Matt inquired.
"Oh, Tord said that." Clay smiled, "Sorry."
"Can you walk?" The ginger asked, looking at the bassist.
"I'll try," Tom grunted as he began pulling himself off the ground.
"Ah- let me help." Matt gently grabbed Tom's arms, helping him stand up. Matt kept a hand around Tom, making sure he was secure.
Tom felt light-headed, either from blood loss or Matt's hand around him. Probably both.
"Do you know where the others are?" Clay asked Matt.
"Uhm- I don't know where You is, I think Yan went South, and Pat went North of the base... or was it the opposite?" Matt quirked an eyebrow, confused.
"I'll just follow my gut instincts," Clay spoke as he sped off again.
"Yeah, that's probably for the best." Matt shrugged.
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Russian =
Что за черт/Chto za chert - What the hell
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