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It’s getting harder to breathe each second.
Oh God, everything hurts-
His vision blurred the moment he opened his eyes to meet the earthly site of the crash that just occurred seconds ago. He coughs, trying to get the bad air out. He needed to survive.
Survive?
Right.
It was a miracle that Tom even survived after getting almost assassinated. He remembers. The sound of bullets flying through the air, missing its targets multiple times. The sound of the tires of the car he drove after miles of adventures, blowing and hissing while his maneuvering skills were put to test. The sound of his purple friend’s panic almost ruined his eardrums. It all collapsed altogether, making his head pound in pain. One thing he was certain of was that the only goal that existed in his mind during that time was to get to the safest place . Home .
No.
Farther from that. As far away as possible because their presence seemed to be unwelcomed everywhere now that they were targets of the so-called Red Army.
In the midst of the rubble of the car which Tom fondly recalls he shared memories with his friends, he struggles to get away from the smoke and fire that the accident produced. Hurriedly, even when his body ached hard, he crawled on snow, away from the metal debris.
No. Wait. He almost forgot!
“Matt!”, the Brit croaked as he coughed the next second. Fisting another ball of snow in his hands, he continues his search for his other friend. “Matt!”, he calls out again.
He continued moving his way against the harsh snow, all while looking around the hazy surroundings. Still finding a sign of his friend, he kept on calling his name in hopes of an answer.
Suddenly, Tom stopped when he heard a faint whisper in the wind. It sounded like someone was calling out to him.
“T..im…”, it murmured.
Wait.
Tom recognizes this voice.
“....T-tim…”
It was all enough for him to turn his direction to wherever that voice came from. Giving all his might in this plight of his, the eyeless Brit stood up quickly but not so perfectly. It was like he had a sudden flush of adrenaline coming to every vein of his body and Jehova above every muscle of his body hurt. Tom bit his lip hard to suppress the pain. He could’ve sworn that he hurt his lip badly when he tasted metal on his tongue. He couldn’t give a damn right now. He really shouldn’t , now that he knows his other friend survived.
Hastily, Tom walked through, following where the voice of his friend was, all while he struggled on his feet. He almost even fell out of balance multiple times. Still, he had to get going. He clutched on any debris of the ruined car that he could. When finally he catches a glimpse of his friend’s body limping against the snow. His friend looked like he fighting against his consciousness.
“Ti-Tim….”, the once lively narcissist, now stuck to the snowy ground, groaned painfully.
Tom ran up to Matt’s side as fast as he could, coaxing him into his arms and assessing his friend’s current state.
His purple friend was a bloody mess. His injuries were far more worse than his. The eyeless Brit almost choked at the sight of it. He even attempted to push the urge to vomit and his tears from falling out.
His friend’s left eye had glass piercing through it. Blood still poured out of it. His chin on the other hand was deeply grazed. Tom was sure that he could see the bone part of it was nearly exposed. His friend’s chin must have caught much of the impact of the ground during the crash.
Shit.
Fuck! He broke his promise to his other friend, the green one. Edd .
He was supposed to protect Matt at all times!
Tom’s teeth gritted against the frustration he felt. He was basically useless!
Edd was right, he should’ve listened. He was right that wasn’t thinking things well through. If only he was so honest about what he felt and thought then maybe none of this would have happened. They could’ve been somewhere other than this hellhole for Jehova’s sake.
When Matt was out of disorientation (which Tom was too busy to notice), and had recognized the man who currently held him like a baby, his demeanor lit up. Breaking out of the surge of thoughts that came through his fellow Brit, he called out his name, “Tim!”.
Tom snapped his head back to Matt. “Tim”, his friend called out again, this time, cheerfully. It was as if nothing happened to him.
“Are-are you alright?”, asked the blue-clad man who seemed almost hesitant to even ask his friend that question. Duh! They weren’t both alright! Stupid Tom!
“That was a crash. ”, Matt chuckled, while ignoring Tom's question. Suddenly, a shot of pain pierced his skull, and it was very obvious that he was feeling it when his working eye winced. He continued, this time, flashing a small smile. “C’mon, that was funny! Edd would’ve surely laughed right now if he heard it.”
Tom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He knew Matt was trying to make light of their situation but he couldn’t stop his heart from worrying about his friend’s condition. It was true. Edd would have also punned his way out of this but Edd would have also gunned him down if he saw Matt right now.
Matt became a bit heavy on his arms. It was as if, the ginger was putting his weight on him. For a moment, the other Brit sighed, cold air gushed through his face as he looked up above the starry sky that was enveloped in colorful auroras that to Matt felt familiar but he just couldn’t put on his tongue on when exactly he had seen one. Green, it was also the color of his beloved. Oh, he misses him so much.
The pain struck him once more, this time it was unbearable. Matt, then, mouthed his next words, “Tim, I-I want to go home… It- everything- hurts-s…”, he cried out.
“Shhhh- I’m here Matt.”, Tom coaxed out in an attempt to comfort his friend. His hand brushed through his wild ginger hair to soothe his anxieties.
Somewhere in the rubble of the car, a radio sounded out, its sound reached Tom and Matt’s ears. Of all the things that could have been left untouched by the crash, it was the radio of the car that survived the whole ordeal. Tom mentally scowled. Matt, on the other hand, had let the sounds from it drown his senses.
“ Up next, California Dreamin’ by the Mamas & The Papas ” mechanically voices out, left to play the song in the background. Tom couldn’t leave his friend behind so he didn’t bother closing it.
“W-when we get home, y-you promise me you’ll apologize to Edd, o-okay?” asked Matt, searching for a confirmation from his blue friend that he needed before he passed out from his possible death. Everything was getting woozy again for him again. He tried to fight the urge to fall asleep.
All the leaves are brown (All the leaves are brown)~
“I…” almost hesitating again to answer, though, Tom had already made up his mind before Matt even asked, “I will…”. Said Tom, who briefly flashed one of the rarest comforting smiles that Matt had seen from him.
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)~
“Good.” and silence followed.
I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk)~
Suddenly, both heard crunching footsteps against the snow. Ah, right. Keywords to take note of: crash and assassinated . The men of the so-called Red Army that shot their bullets through their ride were close. The duo could even hear the vehicles and choppers heading straight to their current location. The duo couldn’t help but seem to submit to their fates.
On a winter’s day~
“Hey, Matt.”
“Yes, Tim?”
“It’s Tom, by the way,” The void-eyed man corrected.
“Tim!”
I’d be safe and warm (I’d safe and warm)~
If I was in L.A. (If I was in L.A)~
Tom presses Matt against his chest in an attempt to hug him carefully, avoiding the glass to poke in any further. Blood soaked his signature blue hoodie but who cares anyway. He wasn’t even going to see tomorrow’s sun with how much crowd they’ll both entertain today. His other hand held out Matt’s and he stroked it gently. It was also to calm his nerves.
California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
“I had fun…See you on the other side, Matt.”.
Unknown to Tom, hot tears fell from his cheek. Slowly, the walls he put up crumbled down. Even the strong tend to break. A series of “I’m sorry” repeated in his mind. He wanted to say it aloud, but he couldn’t. Keep it together, Tom.
Matt let out another chuckle before looking straight into his friend’s void eyes, giving his best to form a smile, “Yeah, see you too, Tom.”
On such a winter’s day~
From afar, the army of men in red uniforms has arrived with their leader and his commanders in tow. Securing the target was their top priority. Seeing the two men in the crash, the soldiers quickly went and seized the two.
Tom tried to fight back a little while protecting Matt with all he could. Unfortunately, it backfired. His head and body were suddenly restrained on the cold snow ground, with his arms raised higher as it could tell he surrendered fully. His hands were cuffed with steel. Then, he was separated from Matt.
A soldier was going to move Matt’s body but it stopped under the command of their general who was with them. “Halt!”, the big eyebrowed general commanded as he made his way through to their classified target “Matt” who they were going to imprison for almost causing havoc in one of their army’s territories. He inspected the man first before proceeding to signal to the stationed medics. The target was almost on the brink of death and their leader wasn’t going to like that. Red Leader needed them alive and in one piece.
“Matt!”, the restrained Brit in a blue hoodie yelled out. It didn’t take long for the huge-eyebrowed general to take notice of him. He was the big attention-getter in this crash site aside from the helicopter in the sky that was going to land in a minute.