[Tord's Point of View]

I was grateful today was the day of the attack. I needed something to do to get my mind off of Tom. After we got back, I had avoided Tom like he was the plague.... Could you blame me?

I was in LOVE with Tom, hell we made love together. Yet he goes and kicks my heart in the dirt... Tch. Figures. Tom was selfish - he only did things if it meant he'd get something in return. Well, he got my body, but it was the first and last time he'd ever feel me again....

Shaking my head, I looked up and decided to get a move on. Looking at Pau and Pat, I gave them a stern nod of approval because they disappeared off.

Getting my weapons, I went to the Jet and was on my way.

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"IN COMING!!!"

A British soldier shouted to his comrades diving into the trench, getting showered in bullets.

The red army wasted no time cutting down any obstacle in its path.

I watched as I saw blood splatter on the pavement. I couldn't help but give a wicked grin, walking down the streets seeing soldiers being shot down. While walking down the streets, I began to shoot down any soldier I saw in my way. My goal, however, was to make it to Buckingham Palace.

There I would persuade Queen Rosemary(fictional character - daughter of Elizabeth) to surrender her kingdom over peacefully. Of course, if she denied me of my request I would just have to take what she has.

Storming up the castle steps, I kicked down the door and grinned.

"Helllooo~"

I cooed, looking around. Seeing soldiers usher out, I begin to open fire with the best of my best soldiers by my side. I smirked seeing the blood splatter on my face.

"How pathetic..." I mumbled, going up the stairs into the Queen's room. I heard soft whispering, as I signalled for Pat to come over. Pat came in and grabbed the queen out of her closet, taking her downstairs.

I looked around for a brief moment, before coming back downstairs. I smiled at the image of seeing the queen struggling and tied up.

Walking in front of her, I puffed my chest up in an arrogant manner.

"Well, Well. Look at whom we have here..... It's Queen Rosemary!~"

The Queen only looked up at me in disgust and anger, bearing her teeth. "How dare you make a mockery of me..."

"Why, M'lady, anger is such an UGLY shade on you~ It doesn't suit you."

She spat in irritation, jerking. "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious darling? I want your kingdom!"

"Hell no!" She growled, narrowing her eyes.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.... Let me rephrase that.... Give me your kingdom or I'll kill everything you love, including your son." I cooed, with a slight smirk. I saw fear beginning to grow.

"Don't you dare hurt my son!" She screamed, panicking.

I smirked, "Then give me your kingdom."

She hesitated, so I gestured for Kyle, the soldier behind me, to bring out the prince.

Nodding, Kyle dragged out a small plump boy who was screaming and kicking.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! MAKE THE BAD MEN GO AWAY!" He sobbed, tears streaming down his face. That seemed to do the trick.

"Take my kingdom! Take my crown! Just leave my Brice alone!" She cried, twisting under the ropes. I grinned, giving her a short curtsy.

"Gladly M'lady."

Another soldier by the name of Nancy went behind the queen, untying her before leading her and her son out of the city where they would, later on, be escorted to their get-away country home.

Grinning with pride, I turned to my men and picked up the crown that had been left on the floor. Placing it on my head, I earned the cheers of my soldiers.

"Lang lev den røde lederen(Long live the red leader)!"

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Walking down the streets of what was left of London, I grinned ear to ear. I had conquered all of Europe, which left me with 6 more continents to control and conquer. Puffing out my chest, I closed my eyes and hummed a happy tune to myself.

"MATT!!!!"

I jerked my head up, immediately recognizing the voice of the scream. Tom... I flinched, remembering how Tom had shoved my heart into the dirty, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have feelings to Tom. Taking a deep breath, I ran in the direction of the scream.

"TOM?!"

"TORD!!"

"TOM WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"I-I'M OVER HERE! NEAR THE COLLAPSED APARTMENT COMPLEX!"

Spotting Tom, I quickly ran over, sliding on my knees to him. "Tom, what's wrong?!" I slurred, seeing hot tears roll down Tom's cheeks. He was holding something close to his chest... No, he was holding someone.

I took a good look at who the person was, as I felt my stomach cave in.

Matt.

The ginger male was trembling in fear, his lower jaw was broken, half of it torn off. I winced, not being able to imagine how much that hurt. His left eye was completely ripped out, as I felt the color drain out of me. I may not care too much for Matt, but he was one of my oldest of friends.

Taking a breath, I lifted up my head and pulled out my radio.

"Get a medic over here, stat."

And with that, I turned back to Tom and Matt, trying to comfort a dying 'friend'.

I felt my stomach churn with slight jealously, spring the way Tom fawned over Matt.

....Did Tom love Matt?...

No... No, no way. Matt was narcissistic and Tom was, well, Tom. Besides, Tom had clearly stated multiple times in the past he disliked Matt. But, what if...?