#tom ridewell

[mikeyddie]

*asjhjas sorry this is taking so long I keep getting busy haha. Anyway, part two is here! I, again, really like this plot and thank you for sending it. Also I'm super sorry if it's shorter than you wanted, I have a lot to work on so I wanted to get this out quickly

You were still hanging out with Tom in his room, now just trying to get his mind off of Tord. Which you did successfully by getting him to play his bass. Honestly, you were still processing what had happened earlier- it was not at all what you had expected to come from him and his friends hiding from an assassin, but life's full of surprises.

Out front, however, was Eduardo, Jon, and Mark. They watched as a tall, blonde man slowly approached Edd's house. He wore a black trench coat and a red sweater.

"Jeez, how many losers are gonna show up today-" Eduardo began, walking closer to the fence with Jon and Mark following.

The man turned to them and flashed a sharp hunting knife. Eduardo shut his mouth when he saw it, backing away. The man walked up to the door and knocked. After a bit, a tall but short compared to him ginger opened it, looking up at him, confused.

"Uh, hello," he greeted.

"May I come in?" the man asked.

"Do I know you?" Matt questioned.

"People in your house do. Now, may I please come in?" he continued.

"Well..." Matt hesitated.

"You're very kind! Come in!" he moved to the side.

The man chuckled under his breath.

"Who was it?" called Edd who was sitting in the recliner.

"I'm not sure," Matt responded.

Edd didn't bother to turn his head and check. The man walked up to the couch and leaned over it, catching the attention of Tord who was sitting there with Patryck and Paul. He glanced to the side to see who it was, though his face fell when he met the glance of gleaming, red eyes. He didn't say anything, trying to process who was standing in front of him. Paul saw the man out of the corner of his eye and turned, reacting the same as Tord.

"What are you..." Patryck followed their glance.

Before anyone could do anything, Red Eyes grabbed Tord by the collar of his shirt. Paul and Patryck quickly jumped in to try and stop him, but he merely pushed them back, easily over-powering them. The clashed into the TV, knocking it over. The noise alerted Edd and Matt who did the same without even thinking.

"Tord!" Edd exclaimed as he rushed to try and pull him out of Red Eyes' grip, though failed along with Matt, both of them slamming against the couch and recliner, knocking it over and pushed the couch backward.

"What did-" Tord coughed. "What did I do to you??"

"It's only business,"

Patryck was quick to get back up and punch the center of Red Eyes' back. Though it was to no avail as he was, again, pushed to the ground. Tord hung there, squirming, desperately trying to escape but nothing worked. Red Eyes shifted his glance back to Tord, an almost evil grin creeping onto his face like some sort of super villain.

The thumps of the guys hitting the ground could be heard from upstairs which put Tom and you into panic. You two shot up and rushed down the stairs. You didn't have time to process who was holding Tord, only that he was in clear danger. You grabbed the nearest large object, being a lamp, and smashed it against the blonde dangling Tord off of the ground. The man turned, now angered and ready to swing back at whoever hit him. Though, when your eyes met him, he stopped. And so did you.

"Little..." you gulped. "Little bro?"

Tord paused for a moment. Like entirely. His only conscious thought being "what the fuck".

Though your panic was gone, you weren't any less upset. Everyone was standing in the now destroyed living room. Paul, Patryck, and Tord were huddled behind you, seeing as you were pretty much what was standing between them and certain death. Edd, Matt, and Tord were beside you two, not frightened by the man you were arguing with, madder than anything. (Well, excluding Matt probably)

"What are you doing here? And what were you doing to Tord?" you questioned, super pissed.

"Why are you-" you didn't let your brother finish.

"He isn't even part of the Red Army anymore! What is up yours?" you questioned.

"You've been living with public enemy number one and didn't call me! Not to mention you're living with four men," Red began.

"One, Tord doesn't live here, and two, I'm an adult! I can make my own decisions! Hell, I'm older than you," you continued.

"How are they related?" Edd mumbled to himself.

"Look, this can end if you just leave." you took a breath, looking back up at Red.

"Why should I?" he questioned.

You shot him a piercing glare. He stared at you for a moment before grunting and walking past you to the front door. Before leaving, he gave a vague quip.

"I'm not who Tord should worry about," he stifles a chuckle.

He could almost feel the expression Tord had, both knowing what he meant and worrying what other sides there were to you.

"You weren't who grew up with them. May god have mercy on you," he laughed as he closed the door.

There was a short silence.

"What just happened?" Tom questioned.

"Part of me doesn't believe that you two are related," Paul added.

"That's a fair assumption," you let out, chuckling.

"I vote you three clean the living room." Tom half-joked, gesturing to Paul, Patryck, and Tord.

"We deserve it." Tord mumbled.

The last thing he wanted to do was start another fight, even though it probably wouldn't have.

"Don't worry about it," you gave him a smile.

YOO! I'm glad I could finally get this out, and also for like the third time I'm sorry it's short I probably could have just made this one part haha. Hope you liked it :)

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