||London - 8:40 am||

Everything was like a dream for Tom. Tord was hell bent on earning his forgiveness - He was practically bending backward for Tom. When Tom was having a hangover, Tord would be there for him giving comfort to the man as he hovered over the toilet vomiting. During the breakdowns Tom would have, Tord would embrace him tightly, running his fingers through his messy hair while peppering his face with kisses.

Tord showed that he cared, always trying his best to make it up to Tom, hell he even gave up his army. He made Tom believe he was changing - And it worked. Tom was becoming more and more vulnerable around Tord, his walls falling down slowly. He let Tord see him when he was at his lowest and highest, he even let Tord.... See him in a way not many have seen Tom.

In other words, Tom trusted Tord completely and totally.... His mistake.

Tom woke up earlier than usual, chills were sent down his spine. He looked to his side seeing the bed empty. Scrunching his nose, he smelled a familiar scent - Cigar smoke. Swinging his legs over the bed, he rubbed his forehead. God, he thought Tord ditched the habit of smoking months ago. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Tom threw over some sweats before walking out to the living room.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw a messy head of black locks... That, wasn't Tord... "Who are you?" He snapped, the figure only standing up calmly. Letting out another puff of smoke, he gave Tom a grin from the devil. "Why Thomas, do you not know who I am?" He purred, his jet-black eyes filled with bloodlust. Tom took in a sharp breath, trying not to inhale the secondhand smoke. "No, I don't... But how do you know me?" He growled softly, taking a few steps back. The man chuckled softly, coming closer. Tom found himself being cornered into his room once more, letting out a sharp breath as he fell back onto his bed. The man smirked, flicking hit lit cigar to the side. "Thomas you're our little rockstar- In fact you're VERY important..."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Tom snarled, gripping his fist. The man let out a raspy chuckle. "I'm surprised that you don't know... I mean, after all, you ARE the Red Leader's soulmate, yes?" He cooed, standing up straight. Tom froze, narrowing his eyes. "What are you talking about? T- The Red Leader stepped down..." He mumbled searching the man's face.

The older man lets out a raspy laugh, amused by Tom's answer. "The Red Leader? Stepping down? What world are you on?" He laughed, pretending to wipe away a tear. "I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but the Red Leader is very much still active, hell he's slaughtered an entire town just weeks ago." Tom felt as if he shrunk. "What?" He whispered softly, a feeling of betrayal washing over him. Tord PROMISED he'd quit the army thing so he and Tom could live happily.

The man detected Tom's shift in mood, smirking deviously. "What? Cat got your tongue? Did you actually think that he would actually change for someone like you? Pathetic." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. Tom gripped his fist, letting out a breath. "What the hell do you want with me?" He growled, raising his glare. The man gave him a smug grin before whipping out his gun. "Oh, nothing much, just your head."

Tom's eyes widened as he quickly rolled off the bed when he heard the first shot. The man let out a growl of irritation before turning towards Tom, firing another bullet. Tom dove behind the bed avoiding another two more bullets, before hearing the clicking of a gun being reloaded. Springing up from behind the bed, tackling the man to the ground. Pinning down the hand with the weapon, he began to throw punches before he was being flipped onto the ground.

He felt his body being drained when he felt the cool metal of a gun press against the back of his head. He bucked his hips in attempts to free himself only to fail. Closing his eyes, he waited for the fatal bullet to pierce his skull.

The sounds of a gunshot rang in his ears, only for him to feel no pain. The grip around him loosened as Tom shrugged the man off of him. He glanced at the corpse that was now beside him before looking up. Tord.

Tord winced when he saw Tom's face twisted in anger and betrayal. "Tom, I-"

"GET OUT." The cold voice spat, getting back onto his feet. Tord felt cornered, his heart was racing. "Tom, please, I-"

"I SAID GET OUT." He screamed, face to face with Tord. Tears threatened to spill as he was fuming with rage. Tord narrowed his eyes, attempting to speak once more before he found himself being dragged down the halls. "Tom!-" He cried tugging against Tom's grip. Pushing Tord out of the apartment room, Tom gave him a glare filled with hate and rage. "Get out of my life." He spoke, his voice cracking softly. Shutting the door on Tord, Tom slumped his back against the white wooden door, burying his face in his hands.

Frantic poundings were heard, Tom's body moved with every bang. Gritting his teeth, he seethed with rage. "GO AWAY, I'M CALLING THE COPS!" He screamed, hearing mumbles from outside. Tord pressed against the door, muttering to Tom. "I swear I will come back for you." Removing himself from the scene, he left with Paul leaving Tom behind.

Little did Tom know Tord would keep his vow.