You're Not my Friend | Old version (Discontinued)

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The year is 2035.

The Red Leader is the most powerful dictator in the world. He's conquered countries, fought in battles, shed some blood, he's seen it all.
But yet he can't get them out of his head. James Edward Golden. Mathew Aaron Harper. Thomas Hartley Rose. Their names keep popping back up in his mind. He isn't able to focus anymore. He's been taking pills. He's doing everything he can to get them out but he just can't. He knows they're out there somewhere. In the ruins of their old home. He needs them. He needs to have them captured for his little collection. Some may call him a sadist, a freak, a homicidal maniac. They never knew those are the kinds of things Tord wants to be called. He's buildt up his empire, now he needs his people. He's got people who serve as his prisoners or lab expirements. Thinking about them makes him unable to focus, leaving a patient dead.
"Sargent Paul!" Red Leader called. Paul entered the room and stood straight. He saluted and responded by shouting, "Yes Red Leader sir!"
"Get me more prisoners."
"Yes Red Leader sir!"
"I need these three. Pretty sure you know them." Tord grabbed three old photographs of them from his desk drawer. He shoved them in front of Paul. Paul studied the photos carefully and nodded. "I know them Red Leader." he replied.
"Find them and bring them to me."
"Yes Red Leader Sir!"
Paul saluted once again and walked out the room. Tord watched and jodded proudly. Paul. One of his best leading soldiers. He didn't know what he would do without him. Sighing, Tord opened his desk drawer once again and took out his half empty bottle of pills. He screwed off the cap and took two, popping them into his mouth. He swallowed and held his head. Looking down at the images in front of him, Tord grew red with anger. He swiped the photographs off his desk. In a sudden realization Tord knew exactly what he was going to do to them.

Tom looked around to make sure no one was there. Stupid ruffians. Always trying to steal people's rations. Tom always told them to fuck off. He's always hated those guys. Anyway, he then knocked on the door of the garage. It was a synchronized knock that he, Edd, and Matt knew. One two three, pause. One two three four, pause. One two three, pause. One two three four five. Not being able to trust anyone anymore, the three created that. They lived in an abandoned garage when their apartment burnt down. Allies of Tord probably burnt it. Or at least that's what Tom thought. The door lifted up slowly and Tom slipped inside. The door moved back down behind him as he walked and sat down on the couch. "I hate everything." Tom mumbled. He sighed loudly. Edd walked over to him. "Jeez man, calm down." he said, "What happened?" Tom sighed again. "I saw them again. Those stupid soldiers." he answered.
"For the Red Army?"
"What other army has taken over Britain and is kidnapping people?"
"Good point. Go on."
"I saw them while I was grabbing supplies. They grabbed a little girl and her mother out from hiding. The mom was crying and the kid didn't know what was going on. I should've helped them.. I-I shouldn't have let them take them. I just hid like a coward and watched."
"..."
Tom buried his face in his hand. He sighed. "We can't risk getting caught though.." Edd pointed out quietly, "You know what would happen if they found us-" he was cut off when Tom decided not to listen. "Edd, you know damn well that I can't just sit back and watch people burn anymore!" he exclaimed, "Hell, you've helped me and countless others! What's so different now!?" Tom shouted. Edd stayed silent and looked at the floor. "What's so different now Edd!? Tell me!" Tom shouted again. Edd clenched his fists and exhaled. "Back then I didn't have a fucking target on my back! Back then I didn't have to look over my shoulder every two seconds while I was walking down the street! Back then, I didn't have to fight other people for food and water! This is not the Britain I know anymore! Like hell you expect me to go around and help random strangers! We can't trust anyone! Not anymore! We can't risk getting caught!" he shouted back. Tom glared at him. Of course he would say that. He was a wuss. But Tom? Tom wasn't going down wihout a fight. "You can't." he muttered under his breath. Edd glared at him. "When I see someone who needs help, I'm gonna help them whether you like it or not. You may not wanna get caught but if it's for others, I'm doing it. I don't care. This isn't the Britain I remember either, but this also isn't the Edd I remember." Edd sighed sadly. "Tom I-" He was cut off when Tom ran off into his little makeshift room. Edd sighed again in disappointment. Tom was right. He was being selfish. But at the same time, they never knew whether it was a soldier in disguise for an actual person in need. They were too precious. Too important. Edd knew Tord wouldn't stop until he found them. He was going to do anything, and everything he could to have them in his palms. Edd was just trying to keep them safe.
There was a knock on the door shortly after. Edd stayed silent and no one else made a sound. That wasn't the knock they used. It had to be someone else. Then, the person knocked again but instead of one knock, it was many. One two three, pause, one two three four, pause, one two three, pause, one two three four five. Edd slowly but silently walked over to where Tom and Matt were. They were in the garage as well. Who else could know their knock? Feeling suspicious, Edd asked, "Should I open it?" he whispered. Tom nodded and Matt shrugged. Edd huffed. By that time, the person at the door knocked again. One two three, pause, one two three four, pause, one two three, pause, one two three four five. Edd slowly shuffled over and made his way to the door's controler and pushed the button. The door opened slowly and a figure came into view. Actually, many figures came into view. The main one was a man. He had big, bushy eyebrows, a red shirt, black pants, combat boots, and a blue overcoat.

A Red Army soldier.

"Hello Edd." The man greeted. He looked at the other soldiers behind him. "Get them." He ordered. The soldiers charged and grabbed Edd. Edd fought back, punching and kicking every single one of them who laid their hands on him. "LET ME GO!" he shouted. More soldiers rushed in and went for Tom and Matt. Tom, getting angry, turned into his monster form, sending many soldiers flying back. He stepped in front of Matt, protecting him. He roared and snarled. One soldier gave something to another soldier and he stuck it into his gun. He shot at Tom and Tom was down. He turned back into a human, still with his horns, claws, and sharp teeth. Matt took Tom and backed up. The soldiers cornered him and grabbed him too. "Denne vil gjøre det bra for laboratoriet." one of the soldiers commented. The other one chuckled deviously and nodded. The soldiers rounded them up, including Tom's limp body, and tied them together, back to back. They forced them onto the truck and drove off to the Red Army base. Edd started cussing them out and shouting profanities while Matt wondered if Tom was going to wake up.
Up in the front, Paul grabbed his walkie-talkie and pressed a button. "We have them." he spoke. Tord smiled sinisterly from his desk.

"Perfect."